Sorting Into the Weyrling Wings(Tag, A11)

[thedreamerlady]

M'ren stood at the head classroom, waiting for the Weyrlings to start arriving. Their dragons were nearing their adult size, and not even the smallest green could fit into the classroom anymore.

Soon, they would start to fly, chew firestone, practice drills, and start having Wingleaders and Wingseconds to come check in on them. It was also the time for Betweening to start hanging like a threat over anyone who worked with the Weyrlings, and the Weyrlings themselves.

They'd been trained in care for their dragon, in etiquette, in all the theoretical drills he could think of. They'd helped sort firestone, tossed bags full of the stone, and learned how to make and repair harness.

They were nearly ready for flying, and that meant that they needed to be sorted into wings, and start being trained to think like they were always in a group.

He waited as A11 arrived, until it looked none were missing. Then he spoke, his voice in it's lower range.

"Lan'ae is taking a personal leave. I'll be in charge until someone else is appointed, or Lan'ae comes back." He swept his gaze across the Weyrlings, allowing none to think he was any less their master than Lan'ae had been. Brownrider or no, he was older, and more experienced than any- he knew what he was doing, even if he could really use a few helpers that he wasn't going to get.

"Today, we're sorting you all into Weyrling Wings. They'll be three of them, any questions?"

[hrsegrl]

((I'll assume this is after Amneris was let out of quarantine))

Labeth called her rider about the meeting, with M'ren. No doubt the stress of losing some of the weyrlings to the illness and having others still weak from it was enough for La'nae to worry over. Better yet he also had children and a Weyrmate to care about. She didn't much blame him for needing a personal leave.

Amneris entered the classroom surprised at being the first to enter. She greeted M'ren formally then took a seat as other Weyrlings came in a few at a time. She only hoped this meeting wouldn't be about the dead or dying. She was hoping today would be a brighter, happier day than those they had just been through.

Amneris immediately had a question when he asked, which was no surprise. "How are we being sorted?" I mean if it were up to her, she'd not want D'leon in her group but if the chosen Wingleaders got to choose then it was all too likely he would want her in his wing for being sort of mean in class to him when he was talking to Neory and she was trying to hear. Hopefully M'ren would just put them in random order and have them count 1, 2, 3...

[thedreamerlady]

M'ren found it rather interesting that he was one of the shortest people in the room. Amneris, the girl asking him the question, was one of the tallest(and definitely the tallest female). Shaking his head slightly, to clear his brain of random thoughts, deciding it was merely the strain of having become a Weyrling Master far before he'd ever thought it would happen.

"Lan'ae, V'nes, and myself separated everyone into three wings based on our interactions with all of you." And, though M'ren didn't mention it aloud, whether or not we thought you'd kill or be killed by D'leon or not.

Nodding, looking around for anymore faces of confusion, M'ren called out the first wing. It had two bronzes, but less Browns than the rest of the wings. None were disappointed to be in the Wing, as it looked to be a relaxed, easy to work with environment.

[prissy]

Sh'tan came in and was soon making his way toward the man who was taking care of the weyrlings, he was not nervous he knew no matter what happened he would be a good student and maybe even leader if he was called upon to do so. He heaved a sigh and moved on he waited to be told which wing he belonged in, he hoped that he would be able to lead the wing he was assigned to.

"Sir, Xanuth told me I was to meet here with the other weyrlings?" Sh'tan asked as his brown waited outside for him, they were going to excerise a bit after this was over so that they could be done with it.

[thedreamerlady]

"Yes, Sh'tan, and you are late." M'ren shook his head, disappointed. Brownriders simply had to try harder to get as far in life as they could, and being on time could make the difference between Wingrider and Wingsecond. Or even Weyrsecond. Sure, that was rare, but the occasional Bronzerider wanted to have a trusted 'second more than another Bronzerider.

"Our second wing is Alder. Currently, D'leon is the leader, but should he prove unable to run it effectively, either Sh'tan or G'eph will be selected leader. And so forth. P'rin of Blue Yondrith, NPC Blue, Nisha of Green Barsamith, Z'ian of Green Wenibath, NPC Green, NPC Green, NPC Green this is your wing. Go stand over their."

He pointed to an unoccupied corner or the room and nodded.

"Wing Baltan, that's everyone who's left- Wingleader P'len of Bronze Nargoth, D'neck of Brown Menimarth, NPC Blue, NPC Blue, NPC Blue, Amneris of Green Labeth, K'sah of Green Nariath, Rona of Green Taelith*, NPC Green and NPC Green."

Neory hadn't been mentioned yet, so M'ren nodded to her. She looked slightly ill still from her sickness, but was finally recovering.

"And the best for last. Neory, because some of the stuff the Wings will be learning is invalid to your education, we decided to make you del facto "Weyrleader" of this class. When it's simple things like strength building, I'd like you to work with P'len in Baltin Wing."

"As for today, we are working on strength, so everyone get ready to go outside and start tossing firestone bags." M'ren's grin was one of interest. He wondered how long it would take for someone to refuse to toss and catch firestone- those bags were heavy, even though they weren't as full as they would be.

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Nisha, having finally given birth to her child, was glad for the workout. Even if working D'leon wasn't exactly a dream come true, even if he had been nicer to her after he'd gotten sick.

Still, she was in a Wing with her cousin and her half brother, so she doubted D'leon would mess with her too much.

"So, Sh'tan, what do you think of the wings?"

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P'len was surprised he'd been made Wingleader, bronze dragon or not. Especially since Nargoth was not pleased about his rider disappearing, then reappearing hours later smelly funny, and sweaty.

But if they wanted him as a Wingleader, then well, that was that. He slide through his Wing to reach K'sah and Amneris- they both knew him more than the rest in the wing, and he wanted to talk to them.

[prissy]

"Why I wonder was D'leon leader? Aside from that I like the wings we were sorted into." Sh'tan sighed as he worked on his exercises he was interested in doing his best he also hoped the D'leon could not run the wing so he could lead. He would do his best to be a leader some day. He also knew that things were going to be interesting he however was pleased to be in this wing.

[thedreamerlady]

"Because if D'leon's leader," Nisha whispered, "Then he'll have less time to get in trouble."

Shells, but did it feel good to wearing clothing that fit. Even if the chest was still a little small, at least the rest of it felt great.

As they reached the outside, and each wing headed for a different pile of firestone sacks(filled up to about half of normal Nisha guessed), and gather in a circle. With the older classes, most of them practiced on dragonback, but they were ready for that yet. Instead, they fell into a rhythm of tossing the bags of heavy stone back and forth. Nisha didn't want to admit it, but it was making her very tired, very quickly.

[kayla]

Neory nodded at the assignment. She half suspected that the reason she was with P'len's wing during strength exercises had to do with the fact that if she was with D'leon's wing, the bickering would prevent anything else from getting done.

However, at the mention of strength training it was everything that the recovering goldrider could do not to groan outloud.

Mine? Are you ok?

I'm fine. I just think I might wind up not making it all the way through this yet. I'm still kind of weak.

However, she took a deep breath and moved over to Beltan Wing and grinned at the others. "Sounds like... fun, huh?"

[effluo]

By now G’eph had finally gotten around to meeting all of his classmates and so had finally learned them all by name, though Vanarth was still needed to help him with the names of their dragons. When the call came about a class meeting with M’ren, the brown rider had already been in the common room and it was only a matter of stepping through a curtained doorway to be within the classroom shortly after Amneris; the youngest rider in the class.

Leaning against the wall with his arms folded rather than taking a seat, he waited as the rest of the class filtered in. At the mention of wings he was only a little surprised. He had heard that the older classes were taught by such ‘wings’ and it had only been a matter of time before they were sorted into such sections as well. What surprised him was that more thought was put into the ‘wings’ than he would have guessed – he had considered the numbering off idea as well.

After hearing the first wing named off, G’eph found himself a little disappointed in not being in that wing. It was all males and all were easygoing. He frowned when Sh’tan walked in, breaking his thought of regret for missing the first wing.

His frown deepened even more when D’leon was named a wingleader. I feel sorry for the people stuck in a wing with that thick-headed wherrie. Even as he sent that to his rather large brown, G’eph’s jaw dropped open as his name was listed as one in the second wing.

“You have got to be joking to put anyone under that dimglow!” G’eph blurted out as the rest of the class began to filter out of the room. He couldn’t help it. After D’leon had learned how to push the sailor’s buttons, G’eph had lost all respect for the boy and it would take a lot of work to earn it back. There was no way in fall he’d work under the boy’s orders.

[hrsegrl]

Amneris for her part didn't much care what wing she was in. D'leon was a pain but he didn't bother her in the way he bothered most everyone else. She did end up in the third wing, which was compromised of all people she didn't know much about except for P'len. Even he was merely an acquaintance.

They would be a fine wing anyway. That Rona girl could seem a bit odd but she wasn't hard to work with. K'sah was mostly sweet and she suspected was placed in Baltan to escape his brother. The only other person she had even talked to in passing was D'neck and she didn't really have an opinion of him.

At least Amneris knew P'len was an easy person to come to with a problem. He was rather charming too. Exactly what one would expect of a Bronzer. "P'len!" She said excitedly. "Congrats on being made Wingleader!" She hugged him like a brother and then backed away.

Labeth heard the excitement and asked casually, what has all the Weyrlings so loud? WE've been sorted into Wings. We happen to be in Baltan. Our leader is P'len and his Bronze Nargoth Labeth finished for her. He is alright, I suppose, for a Bronze dragon.I don't think everyone is happy with their wings. Ours will be good and we'll be even better. THat made Amneris think of her other question.

"Weyrlingmaster M'ren, is there any way Labeth and I could also do some Search training, on the side? Maybe have a mentor?"

[thedreamerlady]

M'ren glanced over at G'eph as Amneris moved towards him to speak. Deciding to deal with brownrider after the Greenrider had spoken, he listened to her request, and considered it.

"If you can find a Blue or Greenrider who is an actual Searchrider, who is willing to teach you, have them speak to me. I think that would be a good idea."

M'ren smiled at Amneris- it was good idea for her to look into being a Searchrider, though they'd have to be careful not to send her out without a male rider- the world was becoming more close-minded about these things as time went on. Giving her a dismissive nod, he moved toward G'eph, stand close to the sailor.

"Would you like to say something, Weyrling?" He asked, sounding mild.

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P'len smiled at Neory. "Loads of fun! We get to be nice and dusty, tired, and then go on from here to oil and scrub our lovable bundles of joy."

The black man raised an eyebrow. "What's not to like?"

[kayla]

Neory sent a playful glare at P'len. "Some of us are still recovering from that illness. I can think of many things there are to dislike." Of course she wasn't really upset with the Bronze Rider, or even with the Weyrling Master. She fully understood that they were behind because of the illness and the quarantine that had brought about, so it wasn't really a complaint, and it would not be an excuse either. She would work until her body demanded she stop and feel content that she pushed herself.

She grinned, "So, we should probably head outside and get started, huh?" She took a deep "brave" breath, squared her shoulders. Winked at the Wing, and headed outside.

[hrsegrl]

"Alright then. I will have someone get in touch with you soon..." Amneris first had to ask said person. Though she had already made it clear that she would help Neris with it.

Recovering from illness or not, Amneris was full of energy. "Labeth will be happy. I feel like I've been neglecting her since I was ill. The poor dear... Hasn't had a chance to really enjoy this lovely weather." Labeth had been flying on her own but that was with permission. The green seemed to have slowed growth wise but grown faster in maturity.

"Are we going to be flying soon do you think?" The moment every Weyrling longed for. She asked her wingmates. They all seemed fairly happy about the wing.

[effluo]

It was probably the best choice M’ren could have went with to answer Amneris first as it gave the brown rider a minute to cool down and get a grip of the situation. Even so, G’eph was not pleased with the situation and he wanted to make that clear. Yes he would give it a try, but he was defiantly not pleased.

Looking down at his superior who stood a good nine inches shorter than himself, G’eph answered in a lowered voice, “I don’t know what that old man Lan’ae was thinking, but I’ll let you know that I won’t hesitate to beat the shards out of D’leon should he pick a fight, nor will I hesitate to tell D’leon no if he tries to be smart in his leadership. He may ride bronze, but Vanarth is no less a dragon than I am a man. We will hold our own.”

It was inevitable, that G’eph would be put with that bronzer but at least there were some good people within the wing as well. Nisha for instance... The brown rider had not failed to notice her considerable loss of weight and could only assume she had finally given birth to her child.

Moving to follow the rest of the class, G’eph made his way outside and positioned himself on the other side of his wing from their leader.

[thedreamerlady]

M'ren nodded at the Brown Weyrling solidly. "Which is why we placed you in the Wing with him." He said mildly. G'eph was already moving after the rest of the class, and M'ren didn't feel the need to discuss anything further with him, so he let the other Brownrider continue off.

He glanced around, but didn't see anyone else who wanted to talk to him, so he followed the trailing edge of Weyrlings outside.

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P'len followed Neory outside, giving her a look of interest. She really was going to make a good Queenrider- and she was Weyrbred, which made it just as nice. He wondered how different she would be from the Holdbred Weyrwoman they'd had for as long as anyone could remember.

And bucking up that well after the illness- that spoke well of how she would do.

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Nisha squeaked as a bag of firestone slipped from her grip, and she dropped it. She hadn't grabbed it correctly, which had resulted in her toss being less than substantial, and not managing to get a foot away from her.

With arms that lacked the strength she needed, she leaned forward, and managed to pull the bag up, and launch it off, then snuck back farther, hiding behind a tall body to rest for a few seconds- that tall body was the sailor Brownrider- G'eph.