- Fuzzytimed to the day after the Feast
Weyrlings' First Lesson!
- Portion Control for Hatchlings
- Proper Bathing and Oiling
- Common Hide Problems and Treatments
- Basic First Aid and Anatomy
- Beginners' Guide to Bonding
When T'ran stepped forward, the brownrider handed him a bucket that was practically brimming over with chunks of cubed raw meat for the bronzeling. V'an chuckled softly as he teased the bronze weyrling that this was just the beginning, they would be going on two buckets sooner than they knew. The buckets of meat gradually began to get lighter and lighter as the hatchlings grew smaller, down to their smallest little opal in the class, the one who's twin was nearly twice her size.
As the weyrlings fed their dragonets, V'an walked through the rows of them, watching keenly for anyone who might giving those little mouths too much, or too little at a time and would gently correct those who hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet. Mostly, it was those who'd Impressed from the Stands that were taken unawares into this new life, but Alassiel had been a candidate for Turns before aging out, and R'fael had previously been a dragonrider before losing his blue, so they already had a fair amount of knowledge over the zultanite weyrling, Dirce. V'an had a soft spot for those weyrlings who'd been thrust into this whole new life though, and whatever Dirce needed, he was there to help in any way he could. She may not have had the headstart of candidacy, but she would not go wanting either.
After their hatchlings were fed and satiated, the weyrlings were able to feed themselves and get in a quick breakfast before their first lesson of the day, so while they ate, the brownrider settled himself by the main door of the barracks. As it seemed their meal was wrapping up and most were beginning to glance his way, V'an stood up with a proud smile and announced that their lesson was to be outside today. He pushed open the double doors and let in the sunlight of the mornings' rays and strode out confidently into the day. Behind him, the weyrlings filtered out, but the brownrider did not stop walking, not even when the lumbering hulk of the hound colored brown came ambling over to greet them all. Arigoth gave a croon to the little ones as he gazed out at their shapes with his one good eye, and then fell into place beside the group of Weyrlings, walking with them toward the lake side.
When they arrived at the shores, they would find a whole array of cleaning supplies handy for them with plenty to go around, and several buckets of dragonoil and soft rags to apply it with. The brownrider gave a gesture to all the supplies and then turned back to the weyrlings as they arranged themselves around him. "Now that you all have rested and recuperated, the real training can begin. Up until now, you've just gotten the crude basics, enough to feed and care for your hatchlings while the assistants helped you along. So today, we're going to go over the basics again, but with a little more depth and step by step." For some this would be rather redundant, but for others would prove invaluable, and it was always the first lessons they taught to the Weyrlings. This would not be the only day of this either, each day for the next few sevendays, they would go over a little more, and a little more to expand upon the basic needs and training of their dragonets.
While V'an began to dole out the cleaning supplies, soft sponges or rags with the little pouch of soapsand, he cautioned each of them not to use too much sand against their tender hide. "Just enough to add a little grit as you sponge them down. This will help to exfoliate any dead hide that's ready to flake off, and don't be surprised when you find a patch that comes off all at once. They are growing dragons and their hide stretches and grows with them." After all the buckets were handed out and each of the weyrlings were standing in the shallows of the lake tending to their dragonets, V'an once again moved between them to examine their handy work. "Be sure to reach into every nook and cranny as well, under their legs, the base of the tail, where the wings meet the shoulders, around the base of each ridge and between their toes." He advised aloud, even as he stopped momentarily to inspect Rh'van's work on his brown. "How's his wing doing today?" The older brownrider asked of the young man, nodding appreciatively when he heard it was on the mend. "Glad to hear, I know it's tender but we can't skip a step so be sure to get that nice and clean still, the oiling will help to soothe when we're done." V'an added with a smile to the young man as he moved on down the line.
"As you work with them, talk to them, about anything and everything. Right now, while your minds are still fresh, you're just getting to know each others likes, dislikes, passions, interests. They are just as unique as you are, but you'll always have a common ground on which to stand. Even some of the most opposite pairs find that which brings them together. You're feelings and theirs are so open to each other that it's hard to ignore one another, in time, with a strengthening of the bond, you'll be able to control that a little easier, be able to focus on just one emotion or thought, or even at times shut them out completely when they insist on hounding you over and over again about the littlest thing." The man said as he moved between the weyrlings, the last sentiment said with a hint of fondness as he glanced over into the deeper waters where Arigoth lounged to make sure none of the hatchlings tried to venture too far into the lake. For a time, the brownrider fell silent then, allowing the weyrlings to do as he said, talk amongst themselves and their dragons while he moved about, pausing to give guidance where it was needed.
When all the dragonets were bathed satisfactorily and each weyrling had done it by their own hand, they were ushered out of the lake and onto the shore where they could spend a moment to dry in the summers' sun. "As you bathe and oil your dragon, be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary. Dry hide is to be expected, but if you aren't attentive it can get worse and began to crack, and skin infections can take root. So for now, they will be oiled at least twice a day to make sure their growing hide stays pliable and soft, but if you notice anything bring it to our attention right away. Other common problems could be parasites, like a tick or mite that could burrow into their hides, these need to be pulled as soon as you find them, or could lead to serious illnesses if left untreated." There were other common issues with dragonhide, but for now that would be good enough, as they would have a whole lesson in classroom in a few days about more of this. "Lets go ahead and get them oiled up now, starting from the top and working your way down, making sure you reach into every nook and cranny once more." The brownrider said, gesturing toward the buckets of dragonoil now that the hatchlings had had a chance to dry a little from their baths and the oil would get exactly where it needed to go.
As he passed by Var'n and his pewter, the brownrider chuckled ever so softly as he glanced at the speckled and mottled hide of the gorgeous beast. "His hide will be a tricky one as he grows, with those colors it will be harder to find the dry patches, but work mostly by feel and you'll definitely find them with your hands. I've found pewters to be one of the harder hides to notice it on, as typically dry hide is a little more gray in color. If you ever need another eye to look him over, I'd be happy to help." V'an offered with a smile and gave the lad a pat on the shoulder before moving on again to watch over the others as they worked. He moved over to the R'fael and offered up the same sort of advice, though thankfully that colorful shimmer would add a little more ease to the mans' work, but he was confident in the newly made-again dragonrider to do right by his sport hatchling.
For the most part, he'd just been talking while they worked, allowing a few moments in between for discussion and giving the weyrlings ample time to get it down right. So far, everyone had been doing pretty good, with a minor hiccup here or there and V'an was ready with a helping hand and a friendly smile. V'an took pride in his job, in his duty to the Weyrlings and he considered each and every one of them to be special, no matter what shade their hide was. He was always here to help, in even the simplest thing and all they needed to do was reach out to him, and he would be there with whatever they needed. The brownriders' watchful eye would always been upon them though, and as much as he loved his charges, he was also responsible for them and wouldn't accept any foul play during lessons or within the barracks. This was when they had to learn that being a dragonrider was not always fun and games, it was real work, hard work that they had devoted themselves to and endured every day for the sake of the dragon by their sides.
And so, their first lesson is started!!
I gave you perhaps a bit much all at once, so feel free to break it up a little in your responses with each other, I just wanted to give y'all something to work with while I was away!
Feel free to tag V'an if you'd like something more personal with your weyrling, or if they have a question, comment or concern and I'll do my best to respond in a timely manner for you, and if needed can move this along a little further.
Otherwise, it's mostly all there for you, so have fun! <3