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Suwayeth is a motivated weyrling!

6 : You manage to make it off the ground, but in your confidence, you didn't account for the shore breezes, and one of them throws you off-balance and back down on the ground. Ouch! Good thing the sand doesn't hurt...much.


The irritation was palpable as Suwayeth got to her feet, slowly spreading her wings and shaking sand from herself. She was never the type to allow irritation get to her, yet it was a spike in her paw for the moment. Kieza sent soothing thoughts to her, trying to aid her in the process of making her feel better. She rolled her shoulders and arched her neck. She could do this!

With a growl, she flapped her wings, and once gain, she found herself airborne. And then... A quiver of wind, a yanking sensation. And then she meeting ground again. She laid there for a long moment on the sands, wondering if she should even bother getting up. The others would be laughing at her, wouldn't they?

"Suwayeth! I believe in you! Try something different! Don't you let the wind win!" Kieza called, a wave of love assaulting the dragon the dragon through the bond. Her rider was right!

Suwayeth is a motivated weyrling!

5: They not only make it into the air, but they look to be a natural! They catch a thermal and rise high up! Yeee haw!

With some coaxing, Suwayeth pulled in a looooooong breath and then slowly released, letting a bit of her tension go as well. With a trumpet of challenge toward the very wind itself, the green weyrling spread her wings. She pulled st her connection with Kieza and felt the loving pull back. Do you feel it, my beloved? Do you feel the wind? You are no landbeast bound to the earth, you are the ruler of the skies. Fly! Fly high! Suwayeth bugled and leapt forward and felt it then, a difference in the feel of the air. She felt a shoving sensation push at the membranes of her wings and then she was being pushed skyward, higher and higher.

Kieza let out a loud whooping call and was met with a gleeful trumpet and a heady rush of happiness. Suwayeth was flying!

Three hearts beat in terrified unison as Nzambith fell, but before she got too close to the sea a familiar green dragon swooped in and caught her. Vennodren nearly fell over into the water himself out of relief, a cool wave of safety and protection enveloping him. He slogged out of the shallows in the direction that Asilaeth and Ty'bar were landing in, stumbling over his own feet to get there. Shells, but that had been terrifying!

"Thank you," he said, breathless as he finally reached the small green and her rider. "That was terrifying but I suppose a good lesson all in the same." He reached out to rest his hand on Asilaeth's leg, hoping she didn't mind his sweaty palm.

Nzambith - who had been curled up tightly against the larger green's chest - slowly unfurled as she realized she was safely on the ground once more. Lifting her head, her eyes swirling a multitude of colors as she spotted Venn, she began to squirm to get down. Vennodren took the dragonet out of Asi's arms, snuggling her gently.

He heard Amra approach and he turned to her, a relieved smile on his face.

"Yes, I think so. Just a scare," he said, rubbing the smooth skin of Nzam's back. "Flying isn't as easy as we thought, is it my dear?"

Nzam, still a bit shook, just gave a tiny tired bugle in reply. She heard the calls of concern from her siblings and glanced up at the sky, giving them a shaky but reassuring wave of affirmment that she was all right. Words were never really her forte and in the moment she was 'verbally' quiet.

Brancath is a motivated weyrling

Tinanath is a very Motivated Little Derg! Would anyone expect less of him?

3. Nothing happened. You jumped, you flapped, and you find yourself with all four legs on the ground. Hmm, maybe you didn't quite do it right.

Today was the big day! Tinanath practically bounced as he stood next to his beloved. Today was the day he would fly! He had been working hard to get to this moment, training and practicing and even getting airborne on occasion. Not that he was a fat dragon by any stretch; he was solid and heavily muscled, that was all. And those muscles would carry him into the air with ease!

The young blue spread his wings and stretched them in anticipation. You'll see, Mine -- I will fly with ease! I know exactly how to do it. It was true, too! He had paid attention to the Weyrlingmaster's lessons and instructions, and besides, he naturally had the instincts to fly. Nevermind that his clutchmates also had those instincts; his were clearly superior.

Ph'ton laughed, as he often did at Tinanath's sometimes overconfident antics, and petted the dragonet's head. "I know you can do it! If I know you, you'll show your siblings how it's done!" Perhaps it was his lifemate's confidence bleeding into his thoughts, but Ph'ton felt sure that Tinanath would have no problem with flying at all.

Tinanath watched a number of the other Weyrlings take flight. Now was the time for him to outdo all of them! Stepping away from Ph'ton, he stretched his wings out and began flapping them. Harder and harder, leaping into the air as he flapped away. But nothing happened. He didn't soar, he didn't even glide. He paused in his mad flapping. I think the wind is wrong in this direction,, he grumbled, raising his head to test the air. Yes, that was obviously it. He'd have to try again.

Tinanath is still a very Motivated Little Derg!

4. Still nothing. This time you gave a running start, but though you flapped, your downstroke must not have been hard enough. Though it was a solid leap, you don't make flight.

Something must be wrong. Tinanath pondered for a moment. Was he flapping his wings correctly? Was flying really that different than gliding? He'd at least gotten some air this last time, so at least some of what he was doing was right.

More determined than ever, he tried again. This time he didn't even get his feet off the ground. He skidded to a stop, eyes whirling in frustration. He was going to fly if it took all day!

Tinanath is still a very Motivated Little Derg!

4. Still nothing. This time you gave a running start, but though you flapped, your downstroke must not have been hard enough. Though it was a solid leap, you don't make flight.

Nooooo, Tinanath complained. See? He tried running and flapping again, leaping into the air and flapping frantically before landing on his belly in the sand. There must be something wrong! he wailed with a sad little noise.

"You're being a baby." Ph'ton shook his head with a smile. "If you were hurt, you'd know it." He helped the dragonet back to his feet and hugged him around the neck. "I believe in you," he murmured.

Tinanath is still a very Motivated Little Derg!

2. Confidence suits you! Some of your siblings might not be sure about this flying thing, but you take to the sky with ease. You manage to leap high and your downstroke is sure. You find yourself airborne without a hitch or stumble!

"Come on, my love," Ph'ton encouraged Tinanath. "You can do it. I know you can. Do if for me."

The blue dragonet tested his wing. It didn't hurt. Had his rider's love healed him? He had to give it one more try. As Ph'ton stepped back, Tinanath started running and flapping his wings again, this time careful to time his wingbeats with his gait. With a mighty bugle, he leapt into the air again -- and was flying!

Mine! Mine! Look at me! he trumpeted proudly, his supposedly wounded wing forgotten.

Ph'ton let out a whoop. "You're flying! Jailla, look, Tinanath is flying!"