Candidate Lesson

[Franny]

Kelyna decided that they candidates needed a lesson from her. They needed to be given instruction on the hatching and impressing of a dragon. They would also have to learn about what being a weyrling entailed. But, F'mar would give that instruction.

Kelyna didn't want to take F'mar's job, but she wanted some time to get to know the people that might impress Malaracyth's babies and become a part of the weyr.

So, she had taken over the candidate lesson room and had planned a get together sort of lesson. Would you like to call them Malaracyth.

Candidates, you are to come to a lesson. Mine would like to know you better.

[shadowreine]

OOC: Mind if C'lyn pokes his head in? I'm bored.

[Lysita]

Narine smiled brightly as she heard the call, she leant over to nudge Fayired, but he had already turned his head towards her with a wry smile.
"Come on then. Race you there." Fayired challenged and Narine immediately got to her feet and rushed out the door. Fayired was only a moment behind and as they ran they changed position a number of times.

They burst through the door, laughing but breathless and both looked at the woman stood in the room. Narine smiled at the woman and gave a quick wave of her hand, while Fayired gave a small bow.
"Fayired and Narine reporting for the lesson." Fayired said, still a little breathless from the run but quickly recovering.

[Franny]

(OOC: Of course )
Kelyna was surprised at the eagerness of the two candidates that came rushing in. "Hello. I am Weyrwoman Kelyna, rider of gold Malaracyth. I will tell you the purpose of this lesson as more people start arriving for it."

Kelyna liked the eagerness in Fayired and Narine. It was nice to see eagerness and hapiness in the candidates. Hopefully it would be a good lesson.

[shadowreine]

Quietly, C'lyn slipped into the room, taking up a position leaning against the wall. The weyrleader glanced over the two Candidates who had already arrived, assessing them quickly.

They had some fine young riders coming up, including fine queenriders. When would their purpose return? He had become restless on the matter. Surely, this number of hatchlings...

He reminded himself that in the old records, the queens had started to produce around ten turns before the start of the Pass. They might have turns yet.

[Kisha-Ra]

Zamir and Zamora both looked up from their food, exchanging a glance punctuated with raised eyebrows. There was distinct air of ’yeah right, suuuure’ about the siblings as they cleared away their plates and cups and left the dining hall.

‘So?’ Zamora practically demanded of her older brother the second she judged they were out of earshot of other people.

‘So we’d better go along with it don’t you think? They might not let us stand if we don’t.’ Zamir observed quietly without his usual note of hesitance.

‘Oh yes, queenrider wants to meet the rabble. Yeah, right, sure. I believe it thousands wouldn’t.’ Zamora muttered loud enough for Zamir to hear as she went by him.

Zamir smiled tolerantly for a fraction of a second then ruffled his little sister’s black curls in that way he knew she hated. ‘I suppose she must have been part of the rabble before she Impressed.’ He said as Zamora glared at him but held her tongue for the few moments if took them to walk to the classroom, well Zamir walked, Zamora trotted beside him since the rather extreme difference in their heights made it hard for them to walk together.

Arriving at the classroom Zamir slipped behind his sister, although there was no reall way for him to hide behind Zamora. Zamora rolled her eyes, snorted quietly, and wondered how her brother ever knew anything without speaking to people. She said nothing, only sized the weyrleaders up discreetly and nodded politely to each of them. Zamir looked like he wanted to say something for a moment but then he too, gave a polite nod and moved further into the room.