Post by Kahvi on Sept 27, 2006 22:49:33 GMT -5
The light of the sun was just starting to creep into the world outside of the candidate master's weyr. S'mael, however was already wide awake and streaching, brimming with energy.
S'mael went through several flexes of his muscles to loosen up and prepair for the other exercises he performed. Push-ups, water bucket squats, and a brief jog of the weyr itself was enough to get him started on this glorious morning.
You left the tools you use over on that table near the door.
Thanks love, lets go train us some prime candidates today. Hopefully someone will prove themself worthy of actually standing for the clutch on the sands.
The hatchlings decide that, my S'mael. You only...
I know, I only try to bring out the best in them before they get that far.
S'mael walked over to the cast iron, dented pot lid and slightly bashed up matching spoon. He picked them up gingerly, tossing them about in his hands until he felt ready to use them.
If there are no objections, then lets get this started.
S'mael walked out the door, heading to the candidate barracks.
Fenrath streached out, taking the time to flex and move about in the weyr to get ready for whatever the days lessons from S'mael may perform.
Don't scare them too badly. Don't want any to require thier bedding needing changed again. Fenrath warned.
If that happens, Fenrath-mine, then they didn't go to sleep on time the night before. I won't scare them too badly this time, though..Fenrath could feel a subtle chuckle emerge from S'mael. Aparently it won't be as loud today as it was when that incident happened.
S'mael went through several flexes of his muscles to loosen up and prepair for the other exercises he performed. Push-ups, water bucket squats, and a brief jog of the weyr itself was enough to get him started on this glorious morning.
You left the tools you use over on that table near the door.
Thanks love, lets go train us some prime candidates today. Hopefully someone will prove themself worthy of actually standing for the clutch on the sands.
The hatchlings decide that, my S'mael. You only...
I know, I only try to bring out the best in them before they get that far.
S'mael walked over to the cast iron, dented pot lid and slightly bashed up matching spoon. He picked them up gingerly, tossing them about in his hands until he felt ready to use them.
If there are no objections, then lets get this started.
S'mael walked out the door, heading to the candidate barracks.
Fenrath streached out, taking the time to flex and move about in the weyr to get ready for whatever the days lessons from S'mael may perform.
Don't scare them too badly. Don't want any to require thier bedding needing changed again. Fenrath warned.
If that happens, Fenrath-mine, then they didn't go to sleep on time the night before. I won't scare them too badly this time, though..Fenrath could feel a subtle chuckle emerge from S'mael. Aparently it won't be as loud today as it was when that incident happened.
