Mid-semester registration (Open!)

[Selvagem]

Th'dis, H'tio, Jh'na and C'cao
It was getting to be too much. H’tio and Jh’na had flunctuated from growing confusion with the other weyrlings, to near panic as H’gar and Baristath appeared, and finally to disgusted resignation as the older brownrider ordered the beginning of laps. Their dragonets were in no better shape – they had just began to move to Baristath obediently when Daisulyth turned up, and now everyone was caught up staring at the two brown and their riders, each claiming to be the current Weyrlingmaster. Th’dis and Guiyath, newly arrived from their oiling session outside, had no answers either, but the bronze dragonet was clear about one thing: they should not be too deeply involved until they were clearer on what was going on. He pushed Th’dis gently as he began to stride towards the lake with the other dragonets.

Hurry, get changed and do as he says. I’ll try to find out more.

Th’dis complied, as he always did, and the sight of him doing so garnered similar reactions from H’tio and Jh’na. The green weyrling grinned wryly at Salina and T’rad as he moved.

“What a day to wake up to, eh?”

Things, however, were about to get more confusing yet. A shadow filtered through the doorway, marking the arrival of yet another rider. C’cao entered the Barracks, glanced from H’gar to I’dalyn and back again, and rubbed his head as he spoke.

“Opheriath said…there was a confusion about the status of the Weyrlingmaster. Or rather, who was Weyrlingmaster,” his voice was soft but strong, as ever, “I think I understand what she meant, now. That, though, doesn’t solve the problem.”

The greenrider paused, unwilling to say more as he scrapped through a roulette of memories which did not seem to make much sense, put together. H’gar had been Weyrlingmaster yesterday, but he distinctly remembered meeting I’dalyn at the last Hatching Feast, and offering his services as weyrling staff to him. He remembered, too, a sparring lesson that had taken place with Opheriath near to flying. C’cao rubbed his head a little harder, pale blue eyes unreadably clouded. This was shaping up to be a headache of a morning indeed.

[blueaid]

Baristath sounded convinced. And so, with her knack for assuming the tones of those around her, Ptolemeth sounded convinced! It's okay that you remember it differently, Baristath. She hasn't always been my rider, I had a boy once, but I can't find him now, and I like this one.[/i][/color] Still, she didn't understand it; still, it puzzled her in a contentedly curious way; still, she wasn't upset by this odd turn of events.

And Genet wasn't upset.

Why was Anayeli so upset? Why did it bother her so much to look around these barracks, to land her eyes on the green, to be so unable to explain to H'gar or anyone what was wrong! Things had to be bad when the former weaver, the little fashion plate only plucked carelessly at her nightgown and gave a sullen frown at the implication that they ought to be off getting dressed.

The problem-- and she turned to face it-- was that the barracks were full of people who had already gotten comfortable enough around each other that bashfulness was now a rare thing. She wasn't quite ready to go from exposed in her confusion to exposed in her underwear! So she waylaid herself, stayed back, held herself with her arms folded across her chest.

It would be the first moment that Anayeli took comfort in the new presence of Ptolemeth, found her dragonet a welcome addition to her vanity: Don't worry. You're the prettiest girl in the room. And some of these boys? Could use something to look at other than the Weyrlingmasters![/i][/color]

[Alsivor]

Along the Bowl wall near the door to the Barracks, Silvio continued to 'hang out' casually. Right. The thermos was clutched in his hands in front of him as he went on listening closely for further sounds. What seemed the most confounding was the presence of dual brown dragons, both the Weyrlingmaster's and some other guy's. Silvio scratched his head in confusion at this little turn of events. That other brownrider wasn't on the staff was he? He couldn't remember I'dalyn ever leading any Weyrling drills.

The Caminar sighed and blew out a long puff of air, whatever was going on in there, he wasn't sure he was going to get answers about it today though he continued to keep a close eye on the door and any exiting Weyrlings. By the angle of the sun, it seemed like now they were /late/ coming out. And still no movement across the Bowl either where he expected to see Aleda emerge. His foot tapped impatiently against the wall, too much going on this morning, too much.

[anhydrous]

I'dalyn coughed to suppress a laugh, unable to think of another reaction to H'gar's words. No one had spoken to him like this since he had assumed the weyrlingmaster rank, which apparently was just an illusion -according to the other brownrider. "You're tossing some heavy accusations," he said with a frown. "Maybe you should actually listen to my words instead of thoughtlessly dismissing them." Watching the man lord over his weyrlings made I'dalyn cringe, memories of his father springing forth readily.

Glancing sidelong to to C'cao as he entered, I'dalyn was briefly thankful. "Apparently I've gone mad," he mused in response, standing his ground regardless of various urgings for him to leave. "Am I the only one who remembers which riders were on weyrlingstaff yesterday? Daisulyth says that one of the little blues remembers him."

And indeed, Daisulyth had heard Xyruth's plea. I do not know what has happened,[/color] he replied dejectedly. He tried to keep an air of authority, but bossing had never really been his area of expertise. The younglings were his charges, but he rarely commanded them unless they were causing harm to each other. Keep your head about you, Xyruth.[/color] He suggested singularly. That sort of individual attention would not often be gifted to one so young, and his tone made it clear that the blue was to keep it to himself. Regardless, the brown was attempting to be comforting. It is assuring to hear that someone still has their wits.[/color]

The former weyrlingmaster's dragon backed away from the entrance as the weyrlings filed out, settling on his haunches to wait impatiently. He would not leave until his rider did, but he did not think that he would have long to wait. I'dalyn was growing tired of the confusion in the barracks. Perhaps the weyrleader would be able to make sense of this mess.

[neopanther]

Smirking to Z’dayi, he flicked his hair over his shoulder, then added in a purely jesting sort of way “Well you were keen to climb into my cot for it.” He pouted slightly and pulled a feminine pose, that suited his figure a little too well. Then with a laugh he turned from the bronzer. He was pretty sure the bronzer would take it as no more than a jest. How it was meant to be.Turning back to the regular thought path of Ez’ki the womanizer, he added, “not at all, not at all. What does tha make Genet to you? You’re anti-christ?” He smirked at the idea.

Ez’ki lead outside – out finally out of earshot of the Weyrlingmaster and his counterpart. Though which was which Ez’ki had no idea anymore. Ez’ki huffed noisily, surveyed the bowl, he looked to Xyruth, who was taller than he now. “Well?” He asked as he felt the blue’s excitement buzz even louder than what was considered normal.

Baristath tells me I should keep my respect for those older, for they might teach me, which he has a point, but when he just assumes authority, I hope Daisulyth’s usurps him.
“No, Xyr. I was referring to why you are excited, more so.” Ez’ki whispered softly, words fading almost to the breeze.
Ah! Daisulyth thinks we have our wits about us. To find the others that is.[/i]
You told Daisulyth!? I told you to tell the weyrlings! Not him. Shards anyone but him.
Xyruth growled softly, nudged Ez’ki’s shoulder, drawing him from his mental rant,
Hush rider. You, you do not listen. He Supports us. Daisulyth seems to agree, though he suggests I keep my head. I believe he thinks Baristath may take it from me, but I am to deft for the old one. He would not catch me.[/i] The blue glowed with pride.
No Xyr, I think he means don’t get over confident or excited.
Oh. Xyruth became silent.

“Right.” Ez’ki turned to those who had exited after him. “Salina and I are to find R’sen and H’fador, try to see whether we can make sense of this. Any of you are welcomed. Any. I hold little regard for H’gar, he’s not our Weyrlingmaster. I’dalyn is our Weyrlingmaster. And well,” Ez’ki paused, “I respect that, and I want to know why things have changed this, and got these girls riding green.” Far be it for a blue rider to suggest something quite revolutionary, but Ez’ki was not your standard blue rider. He never would be.

[blueaid]

A wolf-whistle, that was Z'dayi's response to Ez'ki's femme fatale moves over there. He wink-winked at the bluerider, remarking, "It's been a long set of months, lover, don't tempt me." And pulled his shirt on carelessly over his head, wrinkled pants soon to follow, socks and boots and he was dressed. His hair remained uncombed, no bother to wash up or shave, he just filed out of the barracks with the other boys, heedless of his ruffian-appearance.

His last glance in the barracks was toward the two girls, eyes lingering on them appraisingly. It really had been a long set of months, after all. Outside, in the cool morning air, he eyed the bluerider's viva-la-revolucion remarks more suspiciously, less hungrily. A sidelong glance sought to find Salina and T'rad, a pair who might have a bit more sway with Ez'ki, even while he noted, "Even if we find 'em, ain't like there's anything we can do about it. Not that I wanna run laps, but won't we just be wasting our time? 'Sides." And he quite literally licked his chops; "I'd rather have the girls than R'sen and H'fador. Personally."

So, yes. In a belated response to the goldrider, "I know they're greenriders, and I gotta good idea what that means."

[Alsivor]

Aha. There. Weyrlings. Silvio didn't know most of them, except for by the odd name called back and forth. He really had no idea who most of the young people coming out of the Barracks were, well except for Salina because she kind of stood out, Deoneth and all. He weighed the odds and risks of approaching the group and took a deep breath, pushed away from the wall, thermos still held out in front of him sort of like a talisman.

"Good morning," he said in a voice meant to carry to the group clustered just outside the barracks now. "Don't suppose Genet's up yet?" he inquired next, trying to act casual and friendly. "Her brother is back and left a message," he half-lied sunnily. After all, he was sure that Genet would want to know that G'tet was back and he'd /seen/ the man. At a distance. Across the Bowl. And if he'd ever remembered it was possible, he conveniently forgot now that dragons could speak mind to mind and Anquility and Kalpeth could very easily be trading words.

[Invisible]

“Confusion? No, no confusion,” H’gar said to C’cao. “Baristath was just taking the lads and Salina out for their morning run.” The weyrlingmaster raised his voice, “Because anyone not already outside is going to spend the next three days mucking out the stables in their spare time and I hear there’s some stomach bug going around with the runners.” There was a groan or two from weyrlings who sped up to hurry outside. Baristath told Anquilith and Ptolemeth I am going outside, but I am right here for you two. If you need me I am right here. He separated from the two green weyrlings and lumbered outside to inform H’gar of any weyrlings who did run their laps like they were supposed to.

Meanwhile inside the barracks H’gar took stock of what he had to deal with. Genet was trying to coax Anayeli to her cot so they could get dressed. “Come on, Ana. I’ll hold up a sheet for you so no one sees. It’s just underwear anyway. I was told people at Ista swim in less. Isn’t that amazing? I can’t wait til I can go see Ista. Silvio promised to show me the ocean and now we can go easily.” Nevermind Silvio was leaving in a few months. Pfft. Concerns for another time. Lowering her voice she told her fellow greenrider, “I know it’s confusing and all, but if we act too weird we’ll be sent to the healers. Ugh. We play this just right we can get out of some chores for a couple days and that’s it. Don’t worry so much. I remember not having Anquilith, but I would rather have her so I am going with that.”

H’gar felt a little uneasy letting Genet handle the other girl since they had never really gotten along, but he thought maybe it was women troubles and she was better to handle that. Besides he had the whole I’dalyn thing to worry about. With the rest of the weyrlings gone he raised his voice, it was his ‘command voice’ adopted to sort out problems with the weyrlings. It didn’t suit H’gar so much since he was more of a jovial go with the flow sort of guy. Still that sort would be walked all over in here. “Enough, I’dalyn,” he said firmly. “You are creating more problems than you are solving. I do not know what you mean, but I assure you that if you ask the weyrleader or anyone on my staff they will confirm I have been weyrlingmaster since before the eggs hatched.”

He wondered about I’dalyn. There was obviously something wrong with him. Baristath? Have you heard from Jordeth yet? We could use at least a promise of sorting things out and I’dalyn being told to shove off for now. In the bowl watching laps being run Baristath sent another request to Jordeth before telling H’gar The weyrleader is busy and as soon as he is free will be down to sort it out. I fear we are on our own for now. H’gar sighed and rubbed his face. “I’dalyn if you want this sorted out I suggest you come back when J’fel can be here. For now you’re not helping the weyrlings and you should go.” It was a suggestion, not an order, but he would not hesitate to change that if need be. “C’cao, please go watch the feeding of the dragons. Don’t let the little ones talk you into killing for themselves. They may as well eat while their riders run. Good practice for em keeping an eye on the younglings while doing something else as well.”

OOC: Weyrlings who do anything but run laps please note you would be noted and be given stable cleaning duty for the next several days along with other gross chores. I make an exception for little conversations with Silvio or anyone else who comes into scene as where is the fun in that otherwise? Running and chatting is fine, but leaving the bowl or lounging or talking too much will create punishment.

[blueaid]

"Don't worry so much? Don't worry--" Anayeli's voice started to sound shrill on the end there, and she cut it off with a furious look at Genet. She huffed off to her cot, if it was her cot!, and sorted through her clothing. Which was all her clothing, all put away with messy disregard precisely the way she would have packed for herself, but with no memory of how all her pretty things wound up in this room. In a harsh whisper to the easy-come-easy-go greenrider; "Maybe you're all right with this, but I'm not. I did not Impress. I have no memory of it, no recollection of these months ever being a greenrider. And Ptolemeth--"

It's okay, Ana. It's like Anquilith's rider says. We're together now so what does all that other matter? We're each others'.[/i][/color] All cheer, contentment, worry-free, the pebbly green trotted along after her new-rider to peer into the mess of clothes with decidedly feminine interest. She didn't bother helping Anayeli dress, no assistance with fashion, but she was interested in the doings of the two girls.

Then, starting to undress now that the barracks were emptying, she confessed in a quiet way to both Genet and Ptolemeth, "I just want someone to explain what happened. I'm just-- confused." No kidding!

[anhydrous]

I’dalyn stared levelly at H’gar as the older man shooed him away again. Hostility was prickling. He was pressing his teeth together firmly when Daisulyth’s anxieties broke past his mental barrier, sweeping past his consciousness in a torrent. I am upset,[/color] he said hopelessly. Let us get away from this madness before I become a hazard for the little ones.[/color] I’dalyn was surprised by the tone his brown had commandeered, his will stronger than he could usually manage in such a state.

Forcing himself to accede to the fact that he was useless in the current situation, I’dalyn shook his head and turned towards the door. “I will be back soon,” he promised, throwing no salute towards H’gar or C’cao. He would attend to his dragon and wait. Perhaps when J’fel turned up a few of the weyrlings could be called in to testify that he wasn’t insane.

Daisulyth’s presence in the bowl was not missed by any of those assembled. A few weyrlings turned their heads up to watch him wing his way upwards, but no others reached out like Xyruth had done. This did not ease the brown’s mind, confusion tearing rampantly through his mind and leaving behind a mess of quandaries. To ease their scattered thoughts the pair took up a sentry pose on their ledge, carefully watching the comings and goings of the bowl for their chance to plead their case to the weyrleader.

[neopanther]

He chuckled deeply to himself as Z’dayi rose to the challenge he had issued. The entire idea was far to amusing in its preposterous improbability. He laughed fully in a boisterous way. “Don’t the idea is almost tempting.” He smirked, he almost envied those who had been totally sexually inactive before the hatching. It would have been so much easier. This imposed drought, if you will, was a kittler, he could not die of the thirst, but it was an aching, nagging, irritating itch that he was not permitted to scratch. And his thirst was starting to parch him.

Silvio interrupted that for a moment. He furrowed his brows for a moment, far to conscious off the effect of doing usch a thing for a prolonged amount of time.
“Genet?” How did he know to find her within the walls of the weyrling barracks? “Yeah, she’s talking with H’gar at the moment, and I’dalyn’s there – I’d leave it for a while, if I were stood din your boots.” He smirked, surveyed the Caminar. He couldn’t avoid the slight colouring of distaste; he didn’t even mean nor notice its presence. Something completely bred into him by his father.

Having given the Caminar his answer, Ez’ki turned to weighing up the options mentally.

First, they had the possibility of finding R’sen and H’fador. Conversely the not finding them. This prospect also yielded to the idea of them having to have extra punishments enforced upon them.

That prospect was deepened with the arrival of Baristath. Ez’ki groaned as he looked at the brown. Further eyes and ears for the alien weyrlingmaster.

But then if they did manage to find the pair of lads, they would be gifted with knowledge. A further piece to the puzzle.

Keep your head Xyruth.
What?
That is what Daisulyth told me
Yes, you told me that.
No, I think he means to keep my head where it should be, where Ours should be. Run the laps. You may dislike it, but perhaps now is not quite the time to deny the Weyrleader, our time will be cut, and we will not be able to go on with this investigation. However, if you run now, a morning jog will not kill you, and we’ll be able to do this later, I think it could be wise to talk with Daisulyth’s. He obviously remembers things as we do.
You can be wise when you wish to be Xyruth.[/i] The blue’s pride lapped over their mental connection.
Ah, but am I wise? Or am I conniving?[/i] The only oddity in his statement was the current of ecstasy that was conveyed with it. Ez’ki smirked to himself. Straightening his loose tunic for a moment.

“I don’t fancy the laps either Z’dayi, it’s not something I like – and as to the girls? Not sure about Ana, but Genet – I think might be a little more than unbearable to live with. Any ideas you had about extension of the boundaries our dragons seem to have given, being of any use? They will be thrown from the top of the fire-heights with her in the barracks.

Perhaps a little slow to fall into place, but Ez’ki turned to Sassie, “Shards you realise this means being impressed to a blue, I’m not necessarily going to be forced to endure the effects of dragon-lust?” He smirked, then something else added to his mind. “What if they’re not the only ones.” He added, “What if other green’s have changed?”

[Invisible]

“Anayeli how can you not remember? Ptolemeth is right there so of course you did!” Genet didn’t exactly remember either, but Anquilith did and how could she doubt the certainty of the dark green sticking close to her side? Still away from the others with the weyrlings gone and H’gar dealing with things away from them there was less surety in her voice. If there was a sort of tremor to her next words she’d deny it and likely hit the person who pointed it out. “I don’t know what is going on. It doesn’t seem like anyone knows what it is going on, Anayeli. I think-“

She headed for her own cot near Anayeli’s like they’d been grouped together. Rooting in her clothes for something clean and not too wrinkly she finally just pulled on the breeches and tunic that she couldn’t remember owning. Pants? She hated pants. Genet preferred dresses because she was a girl and that’s what they wore. Unconcerned about being watched she tossed off her nightdress and pulled her day clothes on. Carrying her boots and socks to the other girl she sat on the ground. “I think Anquilith has it right. She says she remembers me. If it weren’t for- for Silvio then I would think it was all some weird dream. But Anquilith is sure I am hers and I want to be! And I won’t hurt her denying it either.”

Which was no admonishment although it might come across as such. Genet thought it cruel for Anayeli to do everything but deny poor Ptolemeth who was not as great as Anquilith, but still deserved love. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t compare to the dark green who was making it impossible for Genet to lace her boots by resting her head in her rider’s lap. “Sometimes you just have to go for it, Ana. What’s holding back doing anyway but making you upset?” Full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes!



H’gar let out the breath he’d been holding unknowingly when I’dalyn took his leave. He felt sorry for the lad. After all what would he hear from J’fel but that he had never been weyrlingmaster. Really, he was just a lad. Too young for the post and besides…Well, Daisulyth. No, there was no way I’dalyn would be weyrlingmaster. Baristath? Let me know when they’ve run five laps. The brown settled to watch the weyrlings especially the ones he’d had to keep careful eye on the last few months. It was an interesting class even if sometimes he wondered if they were too old.

Very well. Daisulyth did not seem happy. I hope they will not cause trouble. I will keep the younglings in line. H’gar, thankful as ever for Baristath’s easy way with the weyrlings was left to contemplate Anayeli and Genet from across the barracks. What was he going to do with them? Anayeli had at times been a difficult weyrling, but she was not impossible. Genet was… He wondered if she knew more than she was sharing. While she’d never caused trouble exactly, well, that wasn’t true. She was still on punishment chores after her participation in the disgraceful brawl from the other night. Maybe that Caminar lad was a bad influence on her, but that would be solved soon enough when he was gone. Shaking his head he resolved to give them their time until they were dressed and then get to the bottom of it all.

[blueaid]

Frayed temper, lasting confusion, and the discovery of a grimy, oily, bloody handprint on the work-quality tunic she pulled out to wear contributed to the sudden snippiness of Anayeli's response to Genet. "You may be all set to jump into this without any explanation, but I would like to know what-- by the first egg, what is going on! Things like this don't just happen!"

Her voice bounced eagerly around the emptying barracks, and her dark eyes shone in frustration at the big, unanswered question. Ptolemeth, placidly puzzled beside her, was no help, currently occupied trying to figure out what purpose Ana's laciest and least practical pair of underthings could possibly serve. After all, I don't think my old rider ever wore a pair like these. Don't they itch?[/b][/color] As if that was the biggest mystery of the day!

[Invisible]

“There’s no need to snap at me,” Genet told Anayeli with a snort. “It happened. I don’t see how the whys of it matter at all. We’re here now. That’s important. If you want to sit around and whine and complain all day so be it, but I won’t be lumped in with you.” A gentle nudge forced Anquilith’s head out of her lap so she could tie her boots and stand up. “It’s obvious things like this do happen since it just did. And what is going on is you’re ruining a wonderful day with your little temper fit. Well, ruin your day I like mine just fine!”

Turning sharply on a heel she stalked back to where H’gar was with Anquilith behind her. The dark green cast a look over her shoulder and sent to the freckled green Did you show her? Mine was more confused before I showed her how we have been together. I did not show her the other. Which clearly would mean her former rider. We will help if needed. Although what help Genet can really be is obviously not much. Coming to a stop near H’gar the weyrling shook her head. “I’d rather go run laps with the others than deal with her whining,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

Taken aback at her willingness to do anything as dull as run laps H’gar resisted the urge to send her to do just that. “I think we better straighten out whatever is going on first,” he said. “Just have a seat and we’ll wait for Anayeli.” Baristath? Please ask Ptolemeth’s rider if she would rather talk without Genet. The brown in the bowl sent a wash of amusement to his rider. It’s not like they’ve ever gotten along, but I will ask. Still watching the half-hearted lap running Baristath turned his attention to Ptolemeth. H’gar wishes to know if your rider would rather speak to him without Genet present?

[Alsivor]

Ignoring the distaste on Ez'ki's face, Silvio merely nodded. "She's speaking with the Weyrlingmaster. Of course, waiting would be best," he said slowly and eyed the Barracks entrance once more. Still the blueriding weyrling's further remarks brought surprise to his face. "The greens have changed? I do beg your pardon but what does that mean?"