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Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 1st March 2009
Characters: R'syl
Description: R'syl muses and watches his weyrlings in flight.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 27 of Turn 5
It was one of the more beautiful parts of being a Weyrlingmaster for R'syl. Seeing the dragons you'd been training taking that next step, moving confidently through whatever you asked them, having finally gotten far enough in their training that they could do most things without fumbling ever two seconds. Of course, being weyrlings, the fumbling still occurred -generally at a rate of about one or two per manuever, but it was a start. A confidence booster not only for the weyrlings themselves, but for the riders training them.
He'd just left a meeting with one of his staff, and had decided to pause to watch the weyrlingstaff assistant leading the drill. Flying low, the small formation was going through a series of moves designed to improve both awareness in the air and...
He held his breath, watching as first one, then two, then three young dragons went /between/, then reappeared. He didn't dare let out a sigh of relief until the remaining six in the training formation had also vanished and reappeared.
It was hard to watch these drills. Generally he was in the middle of them, trying to keep track of a million things at once and there was no time to worry about the niceties. You just had to trust your judgment that any given drill, any given dragon was going to be the right one for the moment. There wasn't any time to worry that you might have overlooked something, some crucial factor in a drill or a weyrling's personality that was going to be the trigger for a cataclysmic disaster.
So much of weyrlinghood was spent coping with the little things, the minor disasters that seemed to be inevitable when dealing with large numbers of children and dragons being forced to grow up at an accelerated rate. Everything from disagreements to injuries to accidents from curious dragons or weyrlings had caught his attention, but it was the big steps that the weyrlings remembered., First flights, going between/, getting their first weyrs, blooding. They didn't remember, didn't know about the candlemarks spent agonizing with his staff over new drills, the second guessing, the blind hope that they'd made the right decision.
But it looked like this time things were going well as half the small formation blinked out, then reappeared from /between/. There was no need to worry. They were all doing well, and a credit to their training. Thus far he'd only seen two mistakes, both easily correctable.
Actually...
**Usaeth? Can you tell Huhileith that he needs to get closer to Buyth? He's going to drift off and leave a ground opening if he doesn't.**
He listened as Usaeth relayed the instruction, and smiled to himself as the blue took his suggestion and moved closer to his wingmates before the entire formation went /between in sync, then reappeared again.
Soon now, he was going to have to prepare the weyrlings for Blooding, going to have to hope that his training was going to be enough to keep them alive and produce competent riders. Soon now, he was going to have to watch the wonder on their faces fade away again, as the glamor of being able to go /between/ on their lifemates faded away to be replaced with determination not to be the casualty everyone always talked about.
But not quite yet. For today at least, he could enjoy where they were, enjoy seeing the surprise and the thrill of /between/ on their own before they vanished /between/ again, this time to the wings and beyond his reach.
Last updated on the March 11th 2009