All Dragonets Poop

Writers: Avery, Corrin, Devin, Duskdog, Halyonix, Heather, Sia
Date Posted: 28th March 2026

Characters: K'thyr, Rathandra, Q'helias, M'sar, Yvase, N'dhavi, Hesbia, K'valas, M'thos
Description: The DFW weyrlings get a lesson with a dragonhealer
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 9 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: L'val

K'thyr

Even though the newest weyrling class had some months to go before they were facing the dangers of Thread, it was good practice to work on their foundational knowledge of dragons -- especially now that they all had one of their own.

**Too many of them,** K’thyr thought darkly as he watched the weyrlings who had been Holdless approach with the rest of the class. The older brownrider wasn’t so daft as to voice his opinions about the Holdless aloud, even though he knew it was pure bias, but so far, not many of the Holdless that had taken up residence at Dragonsfall had shown enough virtue to be cleansed of their collective caste stigma. And getting a dragon didn’t absolve them either.

So, with arms crossed over his muscular chest and Eometh solidly at his back, K’thyr waited for the Weyrlingmasters to introduce him and the day’s lesson to the class, keeping his opinions to himself, and hoping that the dragons had made the right decision.

Today was a lesson that Rathandra actually found herself looking forward to. As a harper, she enjoyed the more academic lessons, and dragonhealing seemed like an interesting topic. Morivath sat beside her, less eager. }:Why is this important? I wasn’t done eating,:{ the green complained, leaning lazily against Rathandra’s legs.

M’sar slouched in, not looking forward to another boring lesson, and stopped short when he saw the dragonhealer. “Oh.”

Nazoth looked up curiously. }:You feel strange.:{

Oh, right. He wasn’t supposed to . . . **It’s nothing. It’s fine.**

Yvase eagerly bounded into the training area with Teriath right behind her. This class she felt confident in doing well in. This was an introductory class, so it wasn’t like they were going to bring in horribly injured, screaming dragons for this part. No, it should just be anatomy, and information on what could happen to weyrling dragons, and basic first aid. All the really gross stuff would be for dragonhealer apprentices, right?

}:I’m going to be bored if I can’t play,:{ Teriath complained.

Morivath perked up a little at Teriath’s arrival. }:Maybe we can play when they’re not looking,:{ she suggested sneakily to her clutchmate.

"Welcome, everyone." M'thos called as the last stragglers got closer, including K'valas, who lingered near the back with Sazikoth pressed tightly to his side. They were in the overlarge training area outside, very close to what several holdless would remember as their original campsite in the weyrbowl. It was no surprise that a weyrling gold and green had decided to prowl across the field and investigate. "This is Weyrdragonhealer K'thyr and brown Eometh." He slapped K'thyr on the back in familiarity, though his hand lingered just a little too long.

"He's going to be visiting us a lot over the next few months to watch your dragonet's development and make sure they hit all their milestones. You should keep your partners nearby for this one so they can mimic Eometh."

Rathandra knew words were coming out of M’thos’s mouth but all her brain could focus on was the movement of his lips. When he introduced the man standing next to him, she had to shake her head so his words would come back into focus.

“Good morning,” K’thyr greeted with an aura that emanated a confidence of knowledge and an ease with public speaking. “You’ve got a lot of ground to cover in your weyrling training over the coming months. I’m here to give you some help with that. We’re going to go over basic dragon anatomy and some common weyrling complaints so I want you to follow along on your own dragons. Good?” He waited for a few nods before thumping Eometh on the shoulder.

The brown dragon turned so that his tail was facing the crowd. K’thyr ran his hands deftly but tenderly along the length of it as he began explaining the anatomy of it and then common gastrointestinal issues like fat tail. “If your dragon has this issue, you’ll massage this area right here so that it makes it easier for the stool to move.” He spread his hands along the base of the tail to illustrate. “The easiest way to avoid this issue is to control how much your dragon eats. As hatchlings, they have little restraint and even less knowledge of how big their stomachs are so keep that in mind.”

“Good morning, Weyrlingmasters, Weyrdragonhealer,” Yvase said extra politely. She knew her father would tan her hide if she was impolite to such a high ranker!

}:Yes!:{ Teriath said excitedly to her clutch sibling, excited that Morivath agreed with her. Then she got distracted by what her rider was doing. }:Hey, I don’t like that.:{

Yvase ran her hand carefully along Teriath’s tail, mimicking K’thyr’s motions. Here was Teriath’s tail, feeling…well… shards. Kind of thick. Maybe problematically thick? She tried to emulate K’thyr’s massaging motions, but she was young and her hands small, and she couldn’t quite grasp it right.

}:I don’t like that!:{ Teriath said, shaking her head and tail and squawking in a way to draw attention.

**Don’t make me massage shit out of your tail,** N’dhavi warned Malzyveth. It didn’t gross him out -- whatever, he had seen worse -- but that didn’t mean it was his idea of a fun activity.

}:Don’t insult me by implying that I’m an idiot,:{ Malzyveth replied. At Teriath’s squawk, he glanced over at his sister, and then at her tail. }:Your tail is fat,:{ he said simply. }:Be still.:{

Rathandra’s nose wrinkled as she stood, hands hovering in hesitation over Morivath’s tail. The green’s head swiveled sharply. }:Well? Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.:{ Grimacing, the new greenrider began massaging her lifemate’s tail as shown. **This is just… _weird_.** How on Pern would they do this once their dragons were larger?

**Don’t worry, I won’t let you go hungry,** M’sar said as he rubbed at Nazoth’s tail.

}:Hmm, this feels a little strange, but good.:{ Nazoth was unconcerned about the idea of M’sar preventing him from eating. M’sar made him _wait_ and _chew_, but would never let him _starve_, that dark word that came with a memory of an empty, clawing belly.

}:It is not fat!:{ Teriath said to Malzyveth, instinctively responding like the child she was.

**It feels a little thick,** Yvase thought to her dragonet dubiously.

}:Eometh, is my tail fat?:{ the green dragonet asked.

Eometh lowered his large head towards Teriath. }: Not unusually so, :{ he answered with amusement.

K’thyr, seeing his dragon’s interest in one of the dragons (who had chosen L’val’s daughter, thank Faranth), came over to investigate. “Is she feeling uncomfortable or heavy behind her legs?” he suggested for Yvase to ask Teriath.

The weyrling carefully patted the tail again and considered. **Is it?**

}:Yes, it’s a little heavy,:{ the green answered.

**You’re heavy,** she thought back reflexively.

“Here it is,” Yvase said, indicating the spot. “I’ve been cutting the meat small and keeping her eating slowly, even when she fights me and wants more.” And even if she tries to steal food from other dragonets’ buckets or trays… which the young green did whenever her rider was distracted.

“They’re always ravenous,” K’thyr reminded her. “And insistent. Let’s have you massage the area I was showing you and see if that helps her, okay?”

**Is this _really_ want taking care of a dragon will be like? Massaging their…. butt?** Rathandra had quit the tail massaging and stood beside Morivath, eyeing the others.

“You’re not going to have that fat tail problem,” Hesbia remarked quietly to Oriveth, who also agreed. He, at least, listened to his rider when it came to such things. Hesbia’s biggest difficulty with him was the fact that he didn’t like being left alone, which, since her sister felt the same way, Hesbia understood.

Yvase started massaging like K’thyr said, showing the senior rider. “Okay, I’m doing it like this.”

}:That feels funny,:{ Teriath complained, wiggling.

“Any pain or discomfort from her?” K’thyr asked as he noticed the young dragon wiggling.

Yvase closed her eyes and let herself experience Teriath’s sensations closely. “No pain, she just thinks it’s strange. A little bit of discomfort, like when I have gas.”

She made an apologetic gesture at her classmates, like ‘sorry to be derailing this’.

Q’helias gave the younger weyrling a faint, encouraging smile, but also gave Lyrasanth a mental nudge to scoot a bit further from Teriath. Her tail did look…. worryingly thick.

“Okay,” K’thyr said reassuringly. “Let’s keep massaging her tail and see.” He had a feeling that in a few moments, they were going to have a small mess on their hands but it would be a valuable lesson to for the weyrlings to see.

And indeed, after another two minutes, there was Teriath’s tail outputting a bunch of dragonshite. Yvase sighed and wrinkled her expression. “Time to clean the class area. Sorry, sir.”

There was a humored, knowing smile on the dragonhealer’s face. “It’s alright,” he assured the young weyrling. “We’ve all been there. Don’t let the Weyrlingmasters convince you otherwise. Let’s get this mess cleaned up.” He snapped his fingers at two other weyrlings, indicating that they should grab some mops, and then turned to the rest of the class. “Any other questions?”

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