Recareth groaned as he slumped down in the common area, the sound turning to a sigh as the blue seemed to melt into the ground. S'lvar smiled fondly at the blue as he reached up to gently massage the dragon's shoulders. Weight training was hard whether you were a dragon or a human. He couldn't imagine needing to be able to lift several people's weight, but it was expected of dragon's from a young age. Recareth wasn't quite strong enough to carry S'lvar confidently just yet, but the blue was eager to get there. Possibly too eager. The blue relaxed under his rider's hands, the soreness ebbing as his eyes slid closed.

Once the blue began to snore softly S'lvar let his hands leave the blue hide. Shaking his head he moved over to the klah pot that was always on the common room hearth. He hadn't been a big klah drinker before Weyrlinghood, but the regular exhaustion made the drink a welcome part of his day. Pouring himself the mug, the young man allowed himself to sink into one of the comfortable chairs in the common area. He watched Recareth over the brim of his mug, idly wondering how his classmates' dragons were faring with the more physically taxing exercise.