[WL-Tropical] Getting to Know You

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

The beginning was always difficult on the human halves of the Weyrling pairs. They'd just bonded to the most wonderful thing in the world and likely had stopped caring about anyone else. Unfortunately those new halves came with a class. A class of sometimes very different people. People they would be living with and seeing constantly for several months to come. It was best to try and get them to know (and hopefully like) each other as quickly as possible. Fortunately this class didn't have any dragons that had made themselves a villain at their own hatching. No aggressive rivalries or bitterness seemed to be festering in the youngest class just yet.

O'na had the classroom for this particular morning activity. Most of the dragons would likely be sleeping at this time of day. After their morning feed, bath, and oiling; most youngsters were happy to sleep off the next few candlemarks in their wallows until the next feeding was due. Still the classroom was one of the more spacious ones, and with only six class members, a curious young dragon would be able to fit.  

[faerie-fallen]

Entering the room, Meana looked around nervously. With Tocoth happily sleeping off her morning feed, the girl was alone. And after all of the surprised that yesterday had held, she was a bit wary. Granted, those had been good surprised, but still, the next one might not be.

As she waited for the others to arrive, she thought back to the events of the day before. First, the hatching, when Cy had been left standing, but two green hatchlings had chosen her and the girl next to her at the same time. And oh, what an incredible moment that had been!

That had been followed by the surprise when, after getting Tocoth fed and comfortable, she'd gone to the feast and found her parents there. When she'd tried to explain what her sister had said, they hadn't believed her, of course, but her mother had gone to see Cyrilla anyways as she was obvious upset about not Impressing. And then her mother had returned, furious, saying that Cy would be going home with them, as she had come upon her elder daughter's room in time to hear her muttering about getting up early on the morrow to switch the food meant for Meana's green with rancid, maggoty meat. Hearing this had apparently convinced her mother finally that Cyrilla did not belong at the Weyr, and would have no other chances to Impress.

And now here she was, away from all she'd ever known, alone except for the green who currently slept. She smiled tenderly as she thought of the hatchling. Her dragon! She would never have believed it!