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 Shhh, Don't Wake The Wherlingmaster!, SU:18 Copper Class 15-18 Months Lesson!
 Posted: Feb 24 2018, 08:15 PM
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Isk knew there was a lesson His hated more than any other.

Ijo was sleeping, for the first time in what felt like months; even then, His was usually still plagued by worries and concerns for his charges. Some part of the Brown thought it was Bozidar's departure that had otherwise weathered the older man beyond measure. But Bo had left with Da'on and O'men, and thus, didn't warrant being worried about - Ijo had told him, if anything happened to his spouses, he would always be welcome home with his long-time friend and caretaker.

But being alone had worn down the Wherlingmaster, Isk knew. The faithful Brown had watched his Chasing do little more than agitate His, and Ijo seemed to almost recluse further into himself as the seasons went on. Not sleeping, though he still ate because Isk wouldn't let him not. The dark circles existed under his eyes, and the Brown did his best to snuggle up beside his bonded and bring Ijo some semblance of comfort.

The Moon Masque had seen him with a few Goldentines, all from his either former or current charges - gratitude expressed for his dedication and hard work, something that Ijo already knew he undertook. Every wherling in his tutelage was worthy of note, even the more difficult ones. All of them brought him some manner of joy, in one way or another, and all of them taught him something. All of them meant something to him, and it was in doing what he did every day, day in, day out, that he broadened his surroundings without ever leaving the Weyr.

It was Isk's turn, tonight, however. Time for lessons came, and Ijo had finally - after several candlemarks of tossing and turning - fallen asleep. He'd crashed out with his hands in Isk's harness - the Brown had refused to let him remove it after their patrol, for such a reason - and carefully Isk pulled the blanket up around his beloved mindmate and shifted, pulling Ijo up on his withers and using his wings to cradle his man with the greatest level of care. It looked quite strange, perhaps, but Isk was a bulldog when it came to protecting what belonged to him, and sizable enough that carrying his man around was no snot off his snout in the slightest.

Copper Class, come to middle of Barracks. Is time for important lesson, but be quiet. Isk's sleep. Not sleep long time, not want wake, but you be quiet. Isk is very upset, wake Ijo. Isk teach lesson tonight, is better for Isk do, than Ijo do, anyway. Not need fancy clothes, or any stuff like. Isk get klah and snacks brought for. Just bring selfs to lesson.

He inquired of the kitchen drudges for klah and meatrolls, roasted tubers and bubbly pies to be brought to the barracks for his soon-to-be-graduated wherlings, before he shifted his gait and continued to pace, rocking Ijo in the process very gently to and fro. It did a great deal for keeping His asleep, given Isk would be addressing the class.

Tonight, he spoke up when they had all assembled, Isk talk to not-so-smalls-anymores and Yours about Runs. Some Run, if am female, others Chase, if am male, like Isk. For female, this mean you have egg after. Some lots egg, some little egg, some not live, some live. Whers, we not do often. Not need as much as Big-wings do, some say more im-por-tant, Isk say not true, is same im-por-tant, whers just better not-die to bad stuff. Smarter, even not talk smarter like Big-Wing.

He snorted, then remembered Ijo was on his back and asleep; the shift from the wherlingmaster silenced his Brown momentarily, as Isk rumbled and continued to pace to keep his person asleep.

Ijo not like Run talk. Not have whermate, many turn. Many, many turn, so Isk handle this. Isk chase more often, anyway. He continued to slowly pace around the group, carrying Ijo carefully, occasionally shifting his wings to make sure his beloved Handler stayed aboard securely.

Whers not chase, not run, if person not ready. So not be upset, think we go do thing you not ready for, not way we work. We is you. Ijo is Isk, Isk is Ijo. Same mind, sometime, same body, same everything, but still am different. Ijo comfortable with Isk Chase, so Isk Chase, Ijo just sleep lots, or maybe sometime handle self, and this okay. Not bad. Not HAVE to be with other person, but if you female, other male's people, whers that chase, their people come see Yours. Not lock door, not bar door, this very bad. People hurt selfs, try get through door. Is very bad. Let in, but not have do stuff with. Yours allowed say no, say yes, up to Yours. Can even pick other, not boy-wher's person. Is up to Yours, like who win is up to female wher. But whers, female ALWAYS choose. You not choose, is rood. Understand? Isk very upset, find out one of Isk's hatchlings, they choose for female, she bite, she hurt. Some female, they very aggressive.

Which bring Isk to another point. Sometime females, how they am, not-Run, are different when Run. Mean, maybe, sometimes not-mean, all different. Some same as not-Run, others not. Be careful, you chase. Isk's ladies, am be careful, you Run. If Run, have choose. Not Run and then not-choose. Not be upset, have eggs not make babies, not mean you broken. Queenies, Small-Queenies, they sometime have not-babies too, not mean am less than Big-Wing. Just mean best of everything go into am-babies, right?

If person not want babies, need ask Big-Wing person, take between. Make sure not have babies. Am go to Crescent or Western places, too, just need go once, maybe twice for back, should help. Is best. Otherwise, maybe am have babies. But not so bad, Isk maybe am have more to teach?

He grinned with a toothy, underbitten maw.

Not-Queenies, you have biggest risk, not-babies eggs. Is okay. Is how we am. Not mean you broken, just how we is. Not mean Queenies better than you, not mean you better than Queenies. All am im-por-tant. Need ALL in Weyr, make safe for two-leggers like Isk's. We all im-por-tant.

Isk paused, using his tail to poke Ijo's thigh; the Brownhandler shifted, groaned, and snorted, before tightening his hold on Isk's harness and going back to slumber. Satisfied, Isk shifted his wings, wrapping them around Ijo's body to hold His in place as he kept pacing.

You allowed Run, Chase, after graduate. Some do same night, we see, but be careful. Isk happy, have many Hatchlings not turn out dead hatchling, culled babies, am not start now. Maybe feel it come, soon, want to chase, want to run, but Isk ask you not go after, not try, until Ijo and Isk say you ready leave Barracks, pick own wherholes. Be own grown-up again. Is safe this way, is not safe other way. Even close-to-grow whers, they sometimes not ready as they think. Any have question, ask Isk. No question dumb. No question not need ask, all question ask now, Isk answer, that way safe.

 Posted: Mar 8 2018, 06:11 PM

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Their wherlingmaster wasn't the only one who hated this lesson...Kaizre did too. Well, hate was a strong word, but he definitely wanted to shove cotton up his ears and pretend that runs weren't a thing. Too bad Isk's voice wasn't exactly something he could block out of his head. Shards. This was just so awkward! Was he blushing? He hoped not. He could feel the heat gathering in his cheeks despite his best efforts to stay calm. Did a wher giving them "the talk" make things less, uh, embarrassing? A little. But not nearly enough. He wished he could be like Ijo, blissfully unaware of what was happening around him. The poor guy obviously needed his rest. Good thing there were new wherlingmasters so he didn't have to stress about the next incoming class of wherlings, whenever that would be. Sleep well, wherlingmaster, Kai mouthed under his breath. Lucky man.

The idea that Kaisk wouldn't run until he was comfortable wasn't as heartening as the wherling had hoped it would be. Maybe it was because of his lack of experience, but Kai really suspected it was his father's influence still hanging over him. He thought he had shaken off the man by now but turns of negative ideology still clung to his mind and whispered their doubts in his ear. They're unnatural, the voice of his father seemed to say. You're unnatural for liking these people who claim to be neither woman or man. Kaizre bit his lip. 'Fa-ther can go chase him-self. Kaisk know best.' The orange's words were laced with venom of the highest potency and her multifaceted orbs swirled red-hot next to him. 'When Kaisk run, only Kai-zre decide what want. Kai in control, not Fa-ther.' He knew she was right and he could feel his pulse begin to said. Isk had said the bonded of the female wher could pick anyone they wanted, not necessarily the bonded of the male wher. He would always be in control.

The boy laid a hand against his orange's head and tried his best to relax. He didn't have any questions for Isk. He just wanted this to be over already, so he quickly shoved a meatroll in his mouth to keep himself occupied. Mmm, delicious.
 Posted: Mar 11 2018, 09:41 PM

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Kaizre wasn't the only feeling warm-cheeked.

Zel did not look up during Isk's whole speech, her thoughts fixated on a conversation she had not too long ago with the Alphahandler. Then, when Zelsk was only around a Turn old, the Copper showed little interest in males for what being male had to offer. Her focus entirely on the social aspect, how males with shining hides were more likely to take up rank given a natural propensity for ambition. Now, however, it was different. She could feel it. Zelsk perked up at the wherlingmaster's latest lesson. An odd, almost analytical ruthlessness to her attention. As if she wanted to tumble and polish each word in her head until the shells of thought were the finest grains of sand. She kept repeating and picking apart certain phrases.

'If you run on graduation night, I'm going to be annoyed.'

'Say that before, SmartMine. Zelsk no forget.' The copper's amusement swept through Zel. 'I still can find King for Mine if SmartMine asks.'

She coughed to hide a sputter. Not this conversation again. Nope.

The amusement faded and Zelsk nosed Zel's shoulder, eliciting a sigh from the wherling. She placed a hand on the copper's head and rubbed sensitive eyeridges. 'Leave behind past. Make new. SmartMine born again when become Zelsk.' Zel let out a slow breath and nodded. While she had insecurities, she was ready for when Zelsk did Run, be that Graduation day or Turns in the future.

 Posted: Mar 23 2018, 11:17 AM

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Ollivander listened closely, having gathered in the barracks with the rest of his class. Ollisk was close by his side, eyes aglow as she watched Isk. The brown had a good nature, and was kind. There was much to admire about him, and so Ollisk had taken a particular shine to the wherlingmaster's wher. The green listened as he spoke of runs, and the importance of non-queens. She was the only non-queen in the class, as far as females went. She felt as if that particular part of the browns speech was being directed at her, and so she raised her head up high, unafraid to show her pride. Someday she may have eggs of her own, and when that time came she was sure her young would pick the best of the best to join the pride-force.

Olli was nervous, hearing about these sorts of things. He knew that it was important to talk about, but he had never been with anyone before. Ollisk was much more mature than he; the boy who never wished to grow up. If and when Ollisk ran he'd have no choice. He'd be grown, what with the loss of his innocence and the impending responsibilities that came with it. He didn't miss the shared glances between others in the class, particularly where Zel was concerned. She was the only young woman in the class for any of the young men here to consider, given that Syrene was but a girl. Zel had certainly grown, for Olli had considered her but a girl herself upon impression. He had never dared to look at her, or anyone, in that way. He was far too moral, and perhaps would be considered, at least by his fellow classmates, as chaste.

Ollisk pressed close to Hers, not wanting him to fear what would inevitably come to pass. She would run, and soon. She was a green, and looked forward to the chase. To have all of the attention upon her would be thrilling, though she knew what implications it would pose for Olli. The boy was sixteen, and soon to be a man. Sometimes a boy was quickly forced into such a role, given events like these... She hoped that, in the end, he was as strong as she believed him to be. He was destined for greatness, this she believed to be true. Together they would make the Weyr proud.

We become one, Ollivander and Ollisk. Time will come. Ollivander no be scared. It was easier said than done, and so the boy rested his chin upon his knees, sighing in mild frustration. He wasn't ready... he'd never be ready... He couldn't ask Ollisk to wait for him; he wasn't willing to hold her back.

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