Humdrum Day

Writers: Chelle
Date Posted: 10th August 2015

Characters: R'gelen
Description: Drills and meat and bathing
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 17 of Turn 8

It was a sunny day and actually decent weather for once. R'gelen had decided
that summer had come to the mountains finally. Instead of being out enjoying
it, though, he was walking in lines with his fellow weyrlings. They had
started ground drills. Even though he understood the point that they had to
learn it on the ground before doing it in the air, he still found it
tedious. This sevenday, though, he wasn't walking alone.

A quite large Iroth was walking along behind him. The bronze was quite long
and he was beginning to recognize how much larger he was than his
classmates. He was also starting to pay attention to ground drills and how
they were organized, unlike his rider.

}:Go left!:{ he sent to remind R'gelen to start paying attention. The young
weyrling was thinking this was all a bit boring. Still, he moved left like
he was supposed to, wishing they could do more exciting things like pull
watch duty. Unfortunately, they couldn't fly yet, despite the fact he was
sure his dragon could carry him without a problem already.

**Okay, I got it!** came the huffy reply as his head came up and he tried to
listen to the shouts from the weyrlingmaster. They had studied this
formation diagram and he thought he had it right, but when he stepped right
instead of left and ended up trodding on a fellow weyrling's toes, he
thought he hadn't looked hard enough. Giving a sheepish grin, he moved back
against his dragon-a habit he found hard to break. "Sorry!"

Despite the dirty look, he tried his best to keep up with the drill after
the mishap. When it was over, he was the first to lead his dragonet over to
the meat tables. Iroth ate twice a day and he ate quite a bit. R'gelen was
small so it took time to butcher the meat needed to sustain the heavy
dragonet. Iroth tried to help by crunching up the pieces with his teeth, but
it still took time.

When most of the other juniors were gone back to the barracks, R'gelen was
still standing there, trying his best to push meat down his dragon's gullet
as fast as he could cut. It was tiring work and he wished he had longer arms
like some of the boys. "How come you couldn't wait a few turns before
Hatching? Then maybe I could have grown bigger."

Snorting as if it was blasphemy that he was ever wrong, Iroth bent his head
down while chewing and replied. }:I will grow big and so will you. Till then
I will carry you. My shoulders are large enough for us both:{

Comforted slightly by that statement, R'gelen subsided then hacked at a
herdbeast haunch for awhile, letting out his frustrations about being so
young and so small and so holdbred. It worked for awhile till he stepped
back to find himself a bloody mess. His dragon took one look at him and
calmly licked the side of his face.

**Seriously? Thanks.** Making a disgusted noise, the young man headed back
to the barracks, preparing to clean himself and his clothing. His bronze
drew the haunch into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. And then he followed
along behind his rider, making another amused snort. His tail swept the
ground once.

Iroth was very quickly taking up most of the room in the barracks wallow. R'gelen
was sleeping on him, instead of his cot. Some of the other weyrlings had
remarked on it, laughing. But the bronze tended to sleep curled on his back
and R'gelen tended to sleep on his belly under a fur.

Slipping into the wallow before the dragon did, R'gelen crawled out of his
clothes and threw them in the corner. Then he grabbed a robe and towel and
headed to the bathing chamber. Iroth stayed in the wallow, pushing the dirt
around with his claws to suit himself. He made a slow humming noise while he
worked. When he was done, there were a few notable ditches dug into the side
of his wallow.

Pulling himself into the water, a certain curly-headed boy sighed when he
felt the pleasure of its heat. His muscles were sore. It hadn't taken long
to adjust to the work since it was like what he'd done at the farmhold.
However, the time at the Hall hadn't been quite as strenuous and it was
telling in the aches that sprouted up. He could feel his body getting
stronger though. And it was growing. **Slowly, but growing. I'll never beat
Iroth though.**

Last updated on the August 12th 2015

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