What lies between

If you follow the narrow, winding river that runs out of the Weyrlake and through a gap in the Weyrbowl, eventually you will come to the ocean. It takes about half a day's flight from Peregrine to get here, but it's an easy hop between, and a frequent destination for dragonriders looking to relax. The water is very cold, most likely too cold for most humans during all but the summer months, but dragons may enjoy the surf and sand year-round. There is also a small dock and boathouse for resident seacrafters and fishers.

What lies between

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17 Nov 2011, 05:52 #1

You have drawn this out entirely too long.

Rydia steadfastly ignored her dragon, staring out at the sea, her arms wrapped around her knees. Brrrrrr. Even in summer this place was far too cold! Springlike at best.

You accepted the job. You have to follow through. They must learn. You know I'm right, Yisith continued, staring at her rider, her unpredictable tail suffering from the tiniest hint of lashing.

"Seriously, Yis, can we turn up Rukbat any? This is not proper beach weather, it's harshing my jive." ...Yeah, alright, maybe she should stop trying to use offworlder phrases when she didn't fully understand them.

Yisith made a sound almost like the air squeaking out of a balloon in frustration. Rydia! It is not as if we haven't done this before!

"But I haven't been responsible for all of them before!" The outburst was uncharacteristic - but she could only really ignore Yisith for so long, and the green had been needling at her for the better part of a week. "You know pairs end up lost all the time - K'net always said it was the worst part of 'mastering, even if there's nothing that you really can do about it besides making sure they've seen the co-ords a hundred times, and-"

She bit off the bitter thought, and huddled her knees closer. Yisith snorted, gruffly, and poked her head in her rider's lap. Well, more at her rider's torso in general. She wasn't a big dragon by any means, but there was still more than enough of her. You are channeling too much of B'lorn, worrying over them like a hen with chicks. Stop it. The harshness had leaked out of her tone, replaced with a quieter, more sympathetic one. It still has to be done. Assigning them all the essays in the world won't make them proper dragonpairs.

Rydia hugged her nose, clinging to it fiercely, as if nose had the power to banish all fears. Maybe it did.

And, somehow, the call went out the next day, relayed through Yisith and posted on the lesson-board, and even through the loudspeakers (although she had to corral one of the assistants into doing that part for her, still having been banned). "Weyrlings are to assemble at the beach at river's mouth two days hence, noon, for first between."



When the day came, she and Yisith were there early, of course - they could skip between even if the weyrlings had to make their way on the wing. On the beach they waited, quietly, and refrained from speaking until all the students had assembled. Finally, Rydia scanned the crowd, and lifted her chin. "Well, here we are. We've gone over the most useful recognition points, visualisation techniques, and the dangers of between. I don't think I really have to go over the little details too much more."

She hoped she didn't.

"We'll be doing our first jump to the Weyr, of course. Your dragons are to take their cues from myself and Yisith; we'll be taking you up one at a time for this first jump." Formation betweening was best to wait until they knew what they were doing - no good trying to have two dragons popping out in the same place, eesh. "You will wait for our cue, have your dragons transmit the visual that we send back to us, and then follow us. It's mostly an automatic, instinctive thing - just make sure you keep your mind on that picture we give you at all times. After we arrive at the Weyr, do not land - we'll be coming back to the beach once you reorient yourself. You'll get three jumps between today, each."

Rydia paused, doing her best to look her normal, relaxed self. "Any questions before we get started, hey?"
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18 Nov 2011, 00:21 #2

J'sin had been anticipating today for weeks. Several rather long weeks. He was starting to wonder if he and Poseith would ever get to go Between, or whether the Weyrlingmaster was going to nanny them to death first - but here they were, on the beach, listening to instrustions and preparing to fly.

J'sin sat quietly for a few moments after Rydia called for questions, then nodded that he had a question. "We've not to land, Weyrlingmaster - but where would you like us to be while we wait for everyone to come through?" Hanging around in mid-air for someone else to Between into sounded... worrying. He knew that he and Poseith had the nouse to get out of the way, but he wasn't sure that everyone would.

Either way, Between. Either they'd be a success by the end of the day, or they'd be beyond caring. Death or glory - and today J'sin couldn't pick Death's pocket, knee him in the danglies and run away while Death was otherwise occupied.

It will be fine, Sin. I can do this. *We* can do this. Poseith sounded entirely confident, and J'sin peeled off a flight glove so that he could touch his bondmate's bronze hide for reassurance.

I really hope so, Pos.

I am bronze Poseith, and you are my rider. We have a destiny, and many ladies to fly yet. We will not fail here.

J'sin wondered at the way the tables had turned; usually it was him reassuring Poseith, not the other way round. But this wasn't a situation that pure physical dexterity, a sharp wit or a clever tongue could get him out of; this was real danger, danger that couldn't be fought or outwitted, and he wasn't used to that.
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18 Nov 2011, 00:47 #3

Just think! Our first jump between, Polluth murmured, perhaps for the thousandth time that day. Millionth time that week, maybe. And zillionth, if you went back far enough, which Elae wasn't going to bother doing.

At first, Elae assumed her dragon was just eager. It was well-known that the odd intersexed Blacks had a knack for going between with extreme precision. It would be just like Polluth to get very excited about something she could do well. But now Elae wasn't so certain... My dear, I do believe you're nervous, she said, smiling just a little.

I am not! You're nervous, Polluth said with perhaps the worst comeback in the history of sass. The dragon sulked, staring moodily at her own paws for a while. And then she spoke again. What if I do badly, Elae? What if I do mess up?

We'll both die horribly and not care anymore, Elae answered promptly. Ok, so... they would jump between to the Weyr and then fly back. Hopefully, waiting for the other weyrlings to show up would take some time. Polluth was only a little dragon and didn't have the stamina of her larger brothers and sisters.

Besides that. This is what I'm supposed to be good at, right?

So they say... she glanced at her dragon, starting to worry a little bit more. It wasn't like Polluth to be overly concerned about these things. Nope, she was the one with the snarky remarks, the wit, and the horrible lack of social skills to get herself out of trouble.

What if I'm not good at it?

Well... Elae faltered, a little uncertain of what to say next. Well, if you're not good at it, your siblings will forget all about it in like a week.

But I'll remember.
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18 Nov 2011, 02:34 #4

This was, according to the Pernese, an important rite of passage for a dragonrider.

E'rett would not have cared if it was not for the fact that teleportation was, apparently, actually quite dangerous when one wasn't used to doing it. Sometimes, it seemed, a dragon would teleport out and not teleport back in, becoming stuck in whatever variety of subspace they passed through. And, of course, there was the risk of coming out right in another dragon's path and...getting collided with.

It did not take Leviath long to fly to the beach. He was fast in the air, E'rett had noted. Not comparable to a jet plane or a shuttle, of course, but surprising for a creature that was apparently dependent on muscle power.

Apparently, because he wasn't entirely convinced something else was going on.

Leviath was larger than the black, smaller than the bronze. E'rett was rather glad that at least he had not been stuck with one of the 'leader' dragons, larger and, it was rumored, smarter.

In, out. Leviath rumbled, but for once no banter came from the long, slender blue. Leviath was taking this entirely seriously.

Which, E'rett knew, meant he needed to do the same thing. Leviath thought this was important, so he would. He trusted his dragon, even if they hated each other's guts some days.

It was, he thought, scarily like being married.
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18 Nov 2011, 04:09 #5

There was absolutely no time in the world to be worried! No reason at all, not even with the threat of betweening and dying a cold, painful death hanging above them. Leola was not even allowed to fret about or wring her hands and Ledath tsk'd at her with each shivering glance at her way. Leola clung to her harness with more force then required of a simple ride, her skirts tucked in. She had decided that if they were to die, she would do it while dressed in clothing she liked. Ledath took it all with good humor, allowing her rider a few bits of anxiety before resting down on the expansive sands of the beach.

Lovely, isn't it? Ledath stretched her claws out, kneading at the sand. She swiveled her head to Polluth, moving over once Leola had dismounted. She made her voice audible to others outside of her sider, a croon of greeting for the little black. Polluth! Hello there, darling, you're looking well. How is your wing doing? Today is going to be a wonderful day.

"Ledath, you're being awfully optimistic." She whispered to her girl, hand stroking over her hide before looking to the other weyrlings - Elae was close, getting her poor girl harassed by Ledath. "Erm, hello everyone? I guess. Uhm. Everything will be okay?"
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19 Nov 2011, 02:32 #6

If there is any day in my life that you are going to shut up and not embarrass me, Kaskirk, that day is today.

"Faranth, Aes, I haven't even done anything yet and you're already yelling at me? Can't you at least wait until I do something?"

If I waited until you did something you'd have already done something by the time I shouted at you.

"Yes."

If you've already embarrassed me, what would be the point in my telling you not to embarrass me?

"I'd get yelled at less?"

No, you'd be yelled at exactly the same amount, except in the second hypothetical situation it would be louder, because I would be madder.

And the bickering continued even as Kaskirk and Aesclepiuth, both of whom were irritable from awkward sleep outside in the elements and the fact that neither of them was as properly clean as they would have preferred and the fact that bread and cheese were just not as satisfying a breakfast as hot food at the Weyr would have been (or, Kas was irritable about this, which was leaking into Aes's own grumpiness, which was resulting in more grumpiness from Kas...). Even as they touched down, Kas rising up off his dragon's neck and leaning hard on the riding straps to keep from jolting around too much, they were shooting silent jibes at each other.

Slacker.

Tight-ass.

Ingrate.

Both of them cut it out when Rydia started to speak, Aes focusing intently on the weyrlingmaster's words, and Kas focusing half-interestedly on the Weyrlingmaster herself. Visualization, jumping to the Weyr, communicating back and forth, yeah, yeah. Seen it, heard it, not done it yet but Kas was pretty sure they'd be doing just fine. Aes, on the other hand, rumbled softly and shifted in discomfort. He had an idiot of a rider and he was supposed to make a jump and back? Three times? Kaskirk, pay attention! He snapped, and Kas patted him lightly on the neck.

I have this under control, Aes. I promise. We'll be fine.

Yes, because I can certainly leave my life in the hands of a man who showed up drunk to a Hatching.

Your choice to Impress me.

Not choice. Biology. There's a difference.
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19 Nov 2011, 05:53 #7

Somehow, Rhaetia and Ixioth managed to sidle into the lesson with, for once, all their Is dotted and Ts crossed. Or was that Ts dotted and Is crossed? Either way, there were straps secured and flight suits on, and Rhaetia had even managed to snag a piece of toast for breakfast before they'd had to leave. Amazing.

Possibly a bit of fretting combined with danger and excitement and conspiracies made the woman a little less scattered than usual.

We can't say a word to anyone else about it, Rhaetia reiterated for what was perhaps the tenth time that morning, as Ixioth swooped in on the beach to land neatly amongst the other weyrlings, crooning a cheerful greeting to his siblings.

Psht, I'm more worried about you letting the feline out of the blinking sack, Ixioth responded, tossing his head and folding his wings back. Distract 'em and yourself while you're at it. Do something about that mask-er-aidy thing you were talking about.

Ooh! Now that's an idea- she concurred, falling into line with the other students. Something to keep her from being anxious. She couldn't really afford to be anxious for this, she felt. When Rydia gave the call for questions, she cheerfully waved her hand, and cleared her throat while stepping forward. "This isn't precisely a related question, exactly, but I just wanted to extend the invitation to everyone - we're planning a masquerade party, and I'd like for all of you to come! I don't have all of the details yet - like when it is or where it will be or any of those little incidental things - but it'll be such fun!"

Obviously people would be clearing their schedules right away for that. Yep. She beamed at everyone and stepped back, jitters and thoughts of dissection both set aside.

Rydia stared at her for a few beats, let her gaze linger away on the ocean for a few moments more, and cleared her throat. "You'll do a circle around the bowl and orient yourselves to the west," she answered, looking back to J'sin. "We'll take the second skip to the beach back right away, again, on our mark. You can land here, then, while the next pair goes up. The third will happen once everyone's had a chance at it, and at that point you can land at the Weyr. There will be no regular formation drills today, but they'll be starting again tomorrow."

They'd be taking the weyrlings up again, one by one, over the course of the week, she and the assistants alike, and doing more repetitive jumps to different places, slowly easing them into doing the visualisations themselves. But first, they had to get over the hurdle of the first jump.

"So!" She gave a half-grin that surely looked more casual than she felt. "Who wants to go first? Any takers?" Maybe Elae and Polluth - blacks had a certain notoreity at being excellent at teleporting. But maybe someone else would volunteer, who knew? "In the meantime, the rest of you can practice your splinting, slings, and wound bandaging on each other and your dragons. I won't be hearing it from the healers that you all conveniently forgot your first aid techniques when the next round of Flights begins," she continued, with a lazy grin and a point in the direction of a large bag of huge 'bandages' (actually spare rags) that Yisith had shrugged off. Was that a bit of a jibe in J'sin's and Irena's directions? Maaaaybe.
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19 Nov 2011, 07:58 #8

There was a thoughtful silence during which Kas tapped his bottom lip with his thumb. Then, ever-so-slowly, he reached out mentally to his dragon.

..............Hey, Aes.

......Oh, no. Absolutely not. There is no way in hell we are-

"Aes and I're good for it, Cap'n!" came the response, which was nearly a shout of smarmy eagerness. Kas's salute was surprisingly smart, a guard's salute, and Aesclepiuth gave a low, draconic groan, neck and tail drooping. If he had been of a shape better-suited to facepalming, his muzzle would have been buried firmly in his forepaw. Instead, he cocked his head around so he could side-eye Kas, expression tinted red with malice.

I will end you.

Thinking like that's going to get us stuck between, you know.

All the better to not spend every waking moment of my life attached to an idiot with no impulse control.

But Kas was already not listening anymore, he was checking his own straps, checking Aesclepiuth's, making sure nothing he owned was apt to slide off him on takeoff or landing, and in general making quite certain that he would be secure should everything go to hell. Then, for a moment, before turning to Rydia he swept his eyes up and down the coast. Cliffs, water, a band of slightly-lighter stone in the face of one of the cliffs a ways down. That would come in handy. The Weyrbowl? Well, that was easy. It was the Weyrbowl Kas went through it and over it every day, it was...

....Now was the searchdragon's post on the northern end near the ledges, or was that the weather monitoring equipment the offworlders had set up....?

That's it. We're going to die between and I'm going to have no one but myself to blame for it.

I thought it wasn't your fault you chose me.

...You're right, I could always blame you, Kaskirk. Now then, back out and let someone who's not stupid do it.

Not on your life.

And with an annoyed snap of teeth, the affronted brown launched himself into the air, wings beating the air like it had personally offended him. He took a moment to circle, giving Kas a chance to get his bearings on the beach from the air, and then curved around, still hoping that Rydia would ground him and his idiot rider and let someone better at not being stupid go instead.

You big baby, where's your sense of adventure?

It seems I've left it somewhere back at the Weyr, near the landmarks you are completely making up, Kaskirk.
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22 Nov 2011, 07:03 #9

Oh, no, no such luck, Aes. Sorry. Rydia was pleased! Eager students, that was what she liked to see.

Aesclepiuth is not very eager, if you will note, Yisith said, sardonically.

He'll get over it. They just had to make it, that was all she was asking. "Right! Thanks for the volunteering. Up you go, K'irk, we'll be right behind you," Rydia said, with a shoo-ing motion towards the man's brown. It took her only a few moments to check everything was alright on Yis's end, and up she vaulted, with a practiced leg.

Try not to drown yourselves or your riders while we're gone, the green noted to the weyrlings in her usual acid tone, before sweeping her wings back and launching up. Ugh. Hopefully she'd be able to avoid constant ups-and-downs today.

When they reached cruising altitude, Rydia gave a mental nod to Yisith, the well-practiced image of the bowl held in her mind (weather tracking equipment and searchdragon post firmly in place). Now, focus! Share it with your rider, make sure you have it- Yisith transmitted to Aes, before sending the picture his way. She gave them ten seconds to store the information, and then blinked between with that funny wrench of mind, on Rydia's urging.

Black, blacker, blackest-

Bowl.
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22 Nov 2011, 22:59 #10

Polluth positively crooned at Ledath, rubbing her face affectionately against the Gold's. Some of her anxiety dissipated, bolstered by Ledath's unrelenting optimism. It's all better now. See? to demonstrate, she held her wing out and flapped it, causing a few gusts of winds and whipping sands.

"Yeah, Healer Grumpbucket got her fixed up," Elae agreed. She was only privy to Polluth's half of the conversation, of course, but it was clear enough what she was talking about. Squinting against the sands, she patted the Black's shoulder. "Hey, stoppit! You're going to get sand in everyone's hair and then we'll end up blocking the plumbing back at the Weyr with sand and then no one will get bathed ever. Do you want to be responsible for that?"

Ok, so she was exaggerating and well aware of it. The important thing was that it got the overexcited Polluth to stop flapping about like a newhatchling. She grinned at Leola and rolled her eyes a little. "Silly dragons, huh?"

Very silly, in fact, although not nearly as silly as Kas, who was now going boldly where no weyrling in his class had gone before. Elae's expression turned anxious as she watched the Brown weyrling launch himself into the sky. Yisith vanished between.
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