Weyrling Survivor (1/6)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Corrin, Duskdog, Halyonix, Heather, Iluva, Sia, Steel
Date Posted: 13th May 2025
Characters: K'yne, M'thos, T'lonas, Sanvi, Halia, Rh'din, Sybana, Nosarre, A'ris, C'uren, M'rhas, Zaphare
Description: The DFW Weyrling staff has a new form of training - let the best team win!
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 22 of Turn 12
Notes: OUTWIT. OUTPLAY. OUTLAST!
The course was set. The first obstacle in the course consisted of a
firestone toss relay. Not so difficult, unless a bag touched the
ground, then the relay had to start all over. The second obstacle
consisted of only two members of each team having to properly read a
Threadfall map and call coordinates to their other teammates, who then
had to chart the Thread on a blank map of their own. Once the team’s
map was accurate, they could then proceed to the first aid station
where they had to read the diagnosis on their dummy’s card, and then
proceed to use the proper bandaging techniques. The final task
consisted of a ropes course that the Weyr’s woodcrafters had been
constructing over the last fortnight. Each team member had to make it
across.
The first team to do it all would win.
K’yne inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp morning air. This was his
favorite type of lesson. He’d done something similar when he had been
a Weyrling.
“Good morning, M’thos. You think they’ll survive it?” He gestured to
their obstacle course.
"They won't be the same after, that's for sure." M'thos said. He did
have a little beach chair set out at the first aid station as the
judge, and the piping hot mug of klah was brightly and roughly
painted, the words 'Pern's Best Dad' haphazardly scrawled across it in
a childish hand. "A few dings to their pride hasn't hurt anyone."
T’lonas gazed out over the course, arms crossed over his chest and a
smile on his lips. “They’ll be fine. I have absolute faith in them!”
Sanvi suppressed a yawn and wished she’d had a second cup of klah at
breakfast. The whole setup looked exhausting, but she knew that she
could perform under pressure at Faranth-blasted times of the morning
from her shifts in the Kitchens. If she wanted to.
Halia didn’t have Sanvi’s restraint and yawned dramatically. "It is
way too early for this," she groused, eyeing the weyrling masters
warily. K’yne looked way too pleased with himself. Surely that boded
ill.
Rh'din couldn't help the team that escaped him if he'd _tried_,
staying to the front of the group and looking around. “What do you
think they'll all want?”
}:It looks …. tall. :{ Paskith said thoughtfully.
Sybana had already determined she wasn’t going to like today’s lesson.
The early hour wasn’t the issue. The issue was that it was out of the
classroom, which pretty much invariably demanded _pants_, which she
_hated_. She had come to accept that skirts were impractical for
weyrling training, but she didn’t like it. She felt incredibly exposed
in the fitted garments and, worse, felt ridiculous for feeling so
while the weyrgirls of the class seemed utterly at home in them. If it
had to be a physical lesson, she wished it could at least involve the
dragons. Galgi’s presence was always a comfort. But if there were no
dragon’s involved, then those structures must be for them… “I hope
they don’t expect us to climb those.”
"Maybe if you ask K'yne nicely, he'll arrange for a litter to lift you
up there." Nosarre said, with all the mock sympathy she could muster.
"You could attach it to Galgaith and avoid climbing altogether."
Caught complaining and by Nosarre, no less. Sybana inwardly flinched,
but the smile she turned to the other girl was sweet and icy-- and
held none of her regret. "Oh, but then who would give you a ride when
you start lagging behind? Galgaith is strong, but even she can't carry
all that bitterness."
"We aren't in Threadfall yet, dear." Nosarre said as she
not-so-casually adjusted her nice new gloves, "Why don't you and
Galgaith walk along the bottom and pretend to be in the Queen's Wing?"
“This is going to be GREAT, my friends!” C'uren declared with a bright
smile and open arms as he approached the course. “Rigging _just_ like
I ran back home!” he remarked of the ropes part. He eagerly rubbed his
hands together and did a little dance in place. He looked at the
Weyrlingmasters. “When do we begin? Who is my partner? Who am I
competing against?”
A’ris winced at C’uren’s strident tone. There were times when he
wished he had the ability to block out human voices the way he could
block out dragons’ voices. “I’m sure the Weyrlingmasters will tell
us,” he said. The brownrider stood near S’yen, who had already slipped
him his written homework for the day, which A’ris had then tucked into
his back pocket.
M’rhas was doing his best to tune the others out, swinging and
stretching his long arms in preparation. He scanned the height and
distance between ropes, unconcerned. The firestone toss had his palms
smacking together in an unfortunate and unintentional mimic of C’uren,
his fingers tingling pleasantly. But the threadfall maps he avoided
altogether" that was for someone, anyone, else.
Zaphare arched her back, stretching, and grimaced. It felt like she
never really got good sleep these days. “Oh, more firestone tossing.
Wow, color me surprised.” She wouldn’t say it was her _least_ favorite
thing to do during training (actually, her least favorite thing was
usually whatever she happened to be doing in the moment), but her body
still protested every single time. She was getting more and more fit
all the time, but she wondered if there would ever be a point where
she wouldn’t feel it the next day every time she had to toss those
sharding sacks of rocks around.
The only fun part of it was occasionally knocking somebody over. She
grinned to herself just thinking about it.
Last updated on the May 19th 2025