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Teylarrin thought that Veyani was just playing off her embarrassment as a whole lot of nothing. Blushes didn't lie. She knew the truth. She thought that she did anyway. As long as she believed in something, it was as good as proven, much like with that Lake Wher. Who needed actual proof when supposition was readily available? "Id aynd nuhthin," she told her friend with a dismissive wave. "Ah dun sayn lads'uh thangz add muh codohl thad mayk ya bluhz mur'in thad. Sum thangz thad wur daywn ride scureh." She did not quite manage to suppose a shudder as images came unbidden to her mind.

 Astraiath ceased her frolicking as a few of those same images reached her own child-like mind. The Green could not make sense of what they were supposed to represent, a sentiment that her Rider shared, albeit to a lesser degree. However, unlike Teylarrin, Astraiath was quick to drop the strange thoughts. She was much more interested in having fun. Not many of the other seemed to feel the same way.

Why are you all waiting on the beach? she asked her siblings. I have tested the water. It is warm and soothing.

Okay so maybe that was not quite true. But if she told them that it was cold then they may not wish to enter the pool. Bathing only grew more fun as the lake filled with occupants, or so she assumed. It was acceptable to fib so long as it was in the best interests of the group. So they would be a little chilled at first. Soon they would come to accept her way of thinking, then everyone would be splashing about. What greater goal could one aspire to than having the best day? And it would all be thanks to her: the Number Best Dragon.

 Veyani's queston drew Teylarrin's attention from a less than happy images to a set that were more pleasing to her mind's eye. "Meeeeehbuh," she answered with a coy smirk. She was tempted to leave it at that. The urge to continue won out, though. "Thayr'z thiz  tuh boiz Ah med wehn Ah furzt gawd hayr. Thayr cehwt, layk twehnz ur sumthan. Ah main thayr yuhner thuh meh, buhd nahd eff ya pud'em tuhgehthur." Her smile stretched in toone that was a touch more devious. Yes, there was an image that she could work with.

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  "Ah dunt noh," Teylarrin said, unconvinced. She had seen the proof. She had heard the stories. It would take more than just logic and reason to make her change her mind. The possibility of a zombie wher was too good to pass up. She could just image all of the fame and legends that could arise from its existence.  No, that was not true. She could not imagine it at all. But if she could, then she imagined that she would imagine that it would be astounding. Not to mention that it would give her something unique to see. Granted she had had several new experiences since she had first arrived at the Weyr but none of them were this cool. If the tales turned out to be false, what else had she learned was a fable too?  No, she definitely preferred to believe in the mystical monstrosity.

"Idz ahlwez dirk unner theh wadur. Mehbeh id dunt tuh slehp nun," she theorized. "Mehbeh thuh juhz fehd id uh baybuh draguh tuh ahpeez id suh theh dunt hayv tuh fur ids moownzluhd rayth." That totally made more sense than the Lake Wher just being made-up.

Astraith was happily bouncing up and down in the cold water. She put out a lot of sloshing ripples. Thewater around her puffy waist was white with froth. She flicked her wings in and out, even the one that was still sore from her minor flight time the night before. Her frolicking sent the occasional frigid rain showering back to those who remained ashore. As far as she was concerned, the refreshing blasts were good for them. They needed to spend more time playing and less time running about in the sad little lives.

Teylarrin smirked when she noticed the shade that was creeping up Veyani's cheeks. Perhaps her comment on Bl'en had not been as far off mark as her friend would have her believe. "Ah dun cuked rayur meads thad wur lace peeng thahn ya," she teased. "Mehbeh heez gahd tuh nehxd tecked fer thuh Vey-Vey Experez?  Hmm? Gahduh cehch thad riyuhd nehxt tiyum id cuhms riyuhnd, yayuh?"

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Teylarrin was concerned for the party. She had been forthright about those concerns. She was offended that her declaration be so openly dismissed. Worse, it had come from her friend. Weren't those the people that were supposed to back you, or at the very least give you the benefit of the doubt until you were proven wrong? Instead she had been contracted i front everyone in a derogatory manner. She could not help but puff up. "Idz duh trooth," she shot back.  "Ah sah id wid uhn ahz. Id jumd ride owd uh duh wahdur un uhagged ah buhl thad bownzd innair. Thuh Leg Wur iz reuhl."
Astraiath, for her part, was completed uninterested in things like undead whers. They rated on her List of Important Things as Number Bottom. Granted, that list was constantly in flux and things never maintained their position for very long with obvious exception of herself, which was directly on the top, and rightfully so. She was the most special Dragon ever, being the first flyer, the fastest runner, and most definitely not the last to meetings. She was certainly not going to jeopardize her position by being second in to the bathing pool, Lake Whers be damned.

I am going to put my everything in! the smaller Green announced upon hearing Sonadorath wuss out. She then hustled off toward the lake. Being young and still in the midst of a rapid growth spurt -as all Hatchlings were- her rushed steps were uneven causing her to wobble as she went.

"Ehy!" Teylarring shout. Her hand stretched out to clutch at the Dragonet but Astraiath far beyond arm reach. "Dunt! Stahp!"

Okay, I won't! Astraiath called back.

"Nuh!" Teylarrin shouted. "Thadz nahd wud Ah..." Her voice trailed off as Astraiath reached the water line. The baby Dragon leaped forward. Her wings extended which really did little but add an extra two seconds of glide time before she crashed down in the lake. She bounced up and down, the water still being shallow enough for her feet to tough the bottom. Her wings flapped, flinging water all around.

It's cold!

Teylarrin's breath seeped out in quiet growl. Her Dragon's antics had caused her to forget her righteous indignation. At the sound of Bl'en's voice, she slowly turned to look at the boy. This was not the first time that he had come to them offering his services. It almost seemed like it was his chief hobby. Naturally, this led her to the obvious conclusion. "Iz thad hem?" she asked Veyani. "Thuh boi yer sluhddin'?"

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Syra woke well before dawn, and well before she knew the dragonets would be calling to their riders for food, oiling and attention. Already she had had Rasenth bespeak the Kitchens to provide klah for the newest weyrlings in the classroom, as well as a light breakfast. It had been their first night as dragonriders the night before, and after their dragonets had been settled the new riders were allowed to celebrate with only a single cup of wine each - they weren't allowed to drink to excess now that they Impressed, as the young dragons couldn't handle the odd feeling of their rider being drunk. She was glad she had partook, wine gave her an awful headache if it wasn't the best of the vintages. But J'ace had found her Benden white at the feast, and it had not hurt her head like some lesser vintages she had had previously. But mourning the lost young woman was over; it was now time to move on and celebrate the new lives of the clutch of weyrlings.

Rising, she slipped into some less-well made clothing so that she could help the riders oil and demonstrate for them the proper technique without worrying about getting her nicer clothes covered in the stuff. She made her way down to the massive classroom, looking around for the first sleepy faces. Seeing none, Syra sat backwards in one of the chairs handy and waited. The weyrlings would meet her there, and they would head from the Classroom to the Weyr Lake to bathe the dragonets. She knew that in the interim, Rasenth would be killing a few herdbeasts for her and delivering them to the older weyrlings to leave in the classroom.

The lake was a good distance away from the barracks, and a full dragonet meant a sleepy dragonet... and no one wanted to carry growing babies back to the Barracks. So their first lesson would be the care of their dragonets, from using the sand at the bottom of the lake to gently scrub their lifemate's hide of dead skin, to oiling them properly.  Then they would head back to the classroom in the Weyrling Barracks and feed their hatchlings, let them sleep and attend their first lecture on the other parts of basic care while they had their own breakfast and klah. Syra knew that she would have to cover many of the basics that weyrbrats learned as they grew, as many of this group were Holder or Crafterbred and likely didn't know much about dragons. The choice of rider was interesting to the woman, but no dragon could explain why they had chosen the way they had... and no one knew how they made the choice. It was fascinating to Syra. She made a mental note to pick up some of the maps of the adult dragonrider weyrs, so that the new rider's could choose their weyrs that would need to be readied before the weyrlings graduated.

Syra smiled at the memory of the day she had seen how small the Weyrling Barracks rooms were. It had been a shock for her to go from a larger living area dwelling to a room that was hardly big enough for her and her dragon to grow in. But then, she hadn't cared since she had moved her bed out and slept with Rasenth the whole time. The memory hurt though, as she remembered he fire that had killed all but one other of her classmates. Rasenth and the green were alone from that clutch, and the tragedy still weighed heavily on her. Her dragon, sensing her mood, sent a torrent of love through their bond - chasing away the melancholy mood that had tried to settle over her.

A kitchen attendant came in then, and she looked up with a hopeful smile on her face. "Klah? Fresh klah?" she asked, giving the woman whose name she didn't know a grin. With a laugh she nodded and poured Syra a mug from her tray and handed it to her before setting it on the long table near the front of the class. "Yes, Weyrlingmaster, nothing but the best for your class." she teased, winking as she made her way back to the Kitchens calling over her shoulder, "Good luck!" Taking a gulp of the almost too hot, energy giving drink, she savored the taste of the brew, "Mmmm." The first of them is on their way. Rasenth announced drowsily. There was nothing left to do but wait for the weyrlings, then, and Syra settled in to her seat, and mug of klah to await her newest students.

After a long day of lessons, it was always refreshing to relax in the baths. It had been about three months or so since the Hatching, and it seemed like the babies had doubled in size. They grew so fast, and it was equally hard work to take care of bigger, and bigger babies. Considering she had been Harpering before, what Keket was doing with her life now was definitely more intense. Especially physically. So the fact that the baths in the Barracks had tubs large enough to soak comfortably in was definitely a blessing for the young woman. And that's exactly where she was that evening. Passerith was napping, and the Weyrling was taking advantage of that fact to take her time in bathing. Some of the other female Weyrling's were in the room as well, the group having become closer over the past sevendays.

Shifting in her tub, she stretched, letting muscles in her arms and backs pull, before relaxing with an audible sigh. "I never thought Weyrlinghood would be such hard work...I mean, I never really thought about it at all..." She spoke to no one in particular, letting her head lay back along the edge of the tub, eyes closing as she relaxed.

The air within the room was vaguely steamy, the room smelling like various scented soapsands, and the light murmur of conversation punctuated by a giggle every now and then. The atmosphere was relaxing, peaceful. It wasn't often the girls got together, but the timing had just worked out well for once. While Keket had never made close friends before, she found that she had little choice but to get to know her fellow Weyrlings. And really, she didn't mind in the slightest.

((This is for all the Poetry of Air weyrlings, but by no means, you do not have to participate. Boys, if you join, keep in mind the girls are alone in the bathing room, at least until a certain jerk brown shows up. tag: #Teylarrin, #Lesera, #Emberlynn, #Veyani, #Emerene, #Sotiria, #Zren, #Trian, #Illium, #Kvik, #Blen))