Try Not to Panic (1/3)

Writers: Steel, Sia, Iluva, Heather, Halyonix, Estelle, Duskdog, Corrin, Aaron
Date Posted: 5th May 2025

Characters: K'yne, M'thos, Sanvi, Zaphare, A'ris, Z'renh, L'kayric, A'ten, Katora, Nosarre, E'kirim, Halia, Sybana, Rh'din, M'rhas, S'yen, T'lonas
Description: The weyrlings get The Talk.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 1 of Turn 12

K'yne

T’lonas hadn’t gone out of his way to mention the topic of today’s lecture ahead of time -- not so much because he wanted to surprise his students, but more because he initially wasn’t sure which day he was going to present it. Today, their beautiful mountain home had rewarded them with the first snowfall of the season, making it the perfect time. The snow fell thick and heavy and the wind howled; later, they would still have some drills outside because a dragonrider needed to be prepared for any weather, but for now, they would have a nice, warm place to tackle a nice, warm, intimate topic.

At least, it was his goal for them to think nice, warm thoughts about it eventually. Perhaps not today or tomorrow, but someday, Faranth willing, they’d all have a good experience.

“We’ve a captive audience,” he murmured to his fellow Weyrlingmasters, watching the weyrlings file into the room. “Well, we always do, but more so than usual. Please take note if you see anyone who seems extraordinarily stressed, and we’ll compare notes later to see who most needs help.”

"Stressed audience, maybe." M'thos said dryly. Between the weyrbred kids that knew and the holdbred kids that…well, _didn't_, he could guess which ones were going to need follow-ups.

K’yne was just glad he didn’t have to lead this particular lesson with _this_ particular group. He was happy as the note taker of the session.

“Good morning, weyrlings! I know the weather may not be to everyone’s liking today, but I urge you all to enjoy the beauty of unbroken snow where you find it today, before you inevitably get sick of it after a couple of months of it!” He smiled brightly. “Don’t worry, you won’t need to be out stomping about in it for a bit yet. For now, it’s given us the opportunity to have a lesson that I know some of you have likely been dreading. But, as you’ll soon be graduating into your own weyrs and enjoying some privacy -- perhaps for the first time in your lives -- it’s time we talked about mating flights, and how to prepare for them.”

“Oh thank fu-” S’yen started to say before he caught himself. The _moment_ Jenith was cleared for this, S’yen was going to send him up on every flight he could. He had sex to make up for missing over these last few months.

M'rhas had an odd feeling in his gut, and not the one he thought would be there for this talk. Not smug, amused, excited. Nope, none of those, because Alzaryth was so far away from initiating something with a green that he was half afraid something might be wrong with him, perfect as he was. Or, as their shared undercurrent of anxiety told him silently, there was something new wrong with _him_ and that was bleeding over to his blue.

Sitting in front of his dad for a detailed lesson should help.

In the hall he had carefully planned to breeze by his father and the other weyrlingmasters, knowing enough about flights to just be strolling in out of obligation. But instead it was all M’rhas could do to avoid M’thos’ eye as he sank into a seat with brows deeply, deeply furrowed. Maybe it would pass. Lots of things could change between now and then. Now and the end of this talk, for that matter.

M'thos grinned at his kid, waiting for him to glance upward, and winked. For all the small setbacks he seemed to be experiencing after Impression, this was one kid he didn't expect needed this lesson. He grew up around greenflights, after all, and had gotten 'The Talk' from multiple sets of parents already. He chalked up the look to the mortification of having yet another one from his dad along with all his classmates.

Sybana had taken her usual seat in the front row, not knowing what the day’s lesson would be. Now that T’lonas had utter the words “mating flights,” she deeply regretted it. There was no graceful way to retreat without making a scene, so she remained where she was.

Lounging comfortably in the back of the room Halia snickered softly. “This should be good,” she whispered to Sanvi, who waggled her eyebrows lasciviously in response. Weyrbrats, they’d grown up knowing the basics of ‘the Greens and the Blues.’ But it’d be interesting to see if the weyrlingmaster had anything new to add now that they were riders-- and how their hold and hall classmates handled it.

Rh'din had ambled in and taken his usual seat, only half paying attention to the start of whatever lecture this was going to be-- only for his brain to screech to a confused sort of halt.

_What_? Surely romance and the like were the concern of individuals and not the _entire class_…

Nosarre sighed. She'd at least remembered to bring her sketchbook along with her notes, and she flipped it open to a page with a half-finished necklace design.

Katora approached the lesson with the same critical, almost clinical detachment as she approached every lesson -- she was here to learn how to be a better dragonrider and partner to Saoirth. This was just another moment in that journey.

Z’renh had no intention of drawing attention to himself. He was not inexperienced, but neither was he quite so _well_ experienced as some of his classmates. He would simply listen and learn or else listen and confirm that he already knew whatever it was T’lonas had to teach them.

A’ris thought he should probably be taking studious notes during this lessons but, well, he didn’t know how to write so…. He resolved to make as many mental notes as possible.

A'ten slouched lower in his seat and tried to look inconspicuous. He might be weyrbred and familiar with what they were about to discuss, but he still found the prospect hideously embarrassing. As one of the youngest in the class and with an infamous green-chaser as a father - it seemed that stopping drinking had only inspired L'keri to new heights of flirtation, as if to compensate - he felt completely inadequate to the idea of romance of any kind.

**At least I've got a Turn or two before I need to worry about it - not like some of the poor holders,** he consoled himself.

“We don’t need a lesson, we need the go-ahead,” Zaphare heckled, sitting nearly sideways in her seat, one arm thrown casually over the back of it. “Come on, some of us are dying, here!”

"Yeah!" E'kirim echoed, turning a little in his seat to shoot Zaphare a grin. S’yen made a hooting sound to add his agreement. C’uren clapped his hands and laughed.

It didn’t surprise K’yne at all that the team who had called themselves “Daddies Favorites” were the ones chomping at the bit for the sex ban to end.

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