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21.Aug.13, 10:17 PM
V'riy walked alongside Arddra and grunted when she asked about Ce'lie's swapping of his breakfast. "Well, she's my adopted mother," he explained. "Sometimes she takes it a bit too seriously. Since my stomach has been acting up lately, she decided it must have something to do with my diet, and took it upon herself to change it. This morning." He chuckled softly. "But it will do. I'll just eat a bigger lunch. No need to stop by the kitchen… especially at this hour. It's probably… crowded," he finished as convincingly as possible.
V'riy grimaced as he pictured S'kef sitting at one of the long tables, smiling his fake smiles, and looking for more dirt on his fellow dragonriders that he could turn to his advantage. V'riy knew that S'kef put up a front. The only reason he hadn't called the man on it when he had been in the Weyrleader's presence was because he didn't want Katila thrown into another mess.
At the time S'kef had made his play for Weyrleader, he hadn't had any ambitions to try for any position beyond his current one. The result had been him avoiding the communal kitchens as if Morith would catch the plague were he to set foot in the place. Things had changed lately, though. He was slowly formulating a plan of action. Perhaps, if he rose to Wingleader, or something more, he might have more sway in the direction that Katila was going. The more he thought about it, the more clear it became to him that he must become involved. What happened at Katila, happened to all dragonriders. And all of Pern would be affected when Thread started to fall.
The rider blinked rapidly a few times as he focused again on Arddra. "I'm sorry, you were saying? Oh, about the hands-on lessons. Well, there are some reasons why we don't normally do it that make sense. Firstly, not everyone Impresses a dragon," V'riy stated matter-of-factly. "It would be painful to be trained to completely care for one and then not get one of your own. Secondly, if you do Impress, there will be plenty of time to learn on your own dragon. However," and here V'riy paused to look directly at her, "when a new Impression occurs, there is a lot to take care of and a newly hatched dragon is very demanding. It would be beneficial if the candidates had some hands on experience before Impressing."
"For example," he said, "Imagine having a baby that could demand what it wanted in perfect English straight into your skull. Feed me. Brush me. Oil me. I itch. No, I itch, do it now," V'riy said, mimicking how Morith had complained during his time as a weyrling. "Having some experience would make it less stressful."
"Even if one doesn't Impress, at least the folks who stayed here after they were too old to stand would have more respect for the amount of time it takes to properly care for a dragon," V'riy confided. "Not all of them are on friendly terms enough terms with a dragonrider to really get the opportunity to know dragons. But this is the way things are done, and I'm not in charge of things. Really, a mentorship might be best once Impressed, on top of Weyrling classes, from a rider of the same color dragon," V'riy mused. "Sometimes the weyrlings don't take their classes seriously enough, and it can mean terrible things, even death."
"But enough of that," he said quickly, clearing his throat. "Today is about fun, sun and bubbles. Look, there's Morith now!" He pointed to the figure of his bronze languishing in the shallower waters of the river. The bronzerider momentarily worried that he might have been lecturing the girl and that wasn't what he had intended. Besides, he didn't want to get into his issues with the leadership so soon. There would be plenty of time for that, if their friendship developed to the point that he felt he could trust her with it.
V'riy grimaced as he pictured S'kef sitting at one of the long tables, smiling his fake smiles, and looking for more dirt on his fellow dragonriders that he could turn to his advantage. V'riy knew that S'kef put up a front. The only reason he hadn't called the man on it when he had been in the Weyrleader's presence was because he didn't want Katila thrown into another mess.
At the time S'kef had made his play for Weyrleader, he hadn't had any ambitions to try for any position beyond his current one. The result had been him avoiding the communal kitchens as if Morith would catch the plague were he to set foot in the place. Things had changed lately, though. He was slowly formulating a plan of action. Perhaps, if he rose to Wingleader, or something more, he might have more sway in the direction that Katila was going. The more he thought about it, the more clear it became to him that he must become involved. What happened at Katila, happened to all dragonriders. And all of Pern would be affected when Thread started to fall.
The rider blinked rapidly a few times as he focused again on Arddra. "I'm sorry, you were saying? Oh, about the hands-on lessons. Well, there are some reasons why we don't normally do it that make sense. Firstly, not everyone Impresses a dragon," V'riy stated matter-of-factly. "It would be painful to be trained to completely care for one and then not get one of your own. Secondly, if you do Impress, there will be plenty of time to learn on your own dragon. However," and here V'riy paused to look directly at her, "when a new Impression occurs, there is a lot to take care of and a newly hatched dragon is very demanding. It would be beneficial if the candidates had some hands on experience before Impressing."
"For example," he said, "Imagine having a baby that could demand what it wanted in perfect English straight into your skull. Feed me. Brush me. Oil me. I itch. No, I itch, do it now," V'riy said, mimicking how Morith had complained during his time as a weyrling. "Having some experience would make it less stressful."
"Even if one doesn't Impress, at least the folks who stayed here after they were too old to stand would have more respect for the amount of time it takes to properly care for a dragon," V'riy confided. "Not all of them are on friendly terms enough terms with a dragonrider to really get the opportunity to know dragons. But this is the way things are done, and I'm not in charge of things. Really, a mentorship might be best once Impressed, on top of Weyrling classes, from a rider of the same color dragon," V'riy mused. "Sometimes the weyrlings don't take their classes seriously enough, and it can mean terrible things, even death."
"But enough of that," he said quickly, clearing his throat. "Today is about fun, sun and bubbles. Look, there's Morith now!" He pointed to the figure of his bronze languishing in the shallower waters of the river. The bronzerider momentarily worried that he might have been lecturing the girl and that wasn't what he had intended. Besides, he didn't want to get into his issues with the leadership so soon. There would be plenty of time for that, if their friendship developed to the point that he felt he could trust her with it.
