Last lesson, wherlings. Come to bowl.
Nice to see you're so excited, Carask.
Caralene smiled down at wher huddled under her, and he just rumbled in answer to her. She laughed and looked up, waiting for her wherlings to arrive for one last time.
Aren't you excited, class? After this you get to graduate!
With the greeting done, she resettled back into the accepted norm of sitting atop wher shoulders and pulled her straps back around herself as she explained the lesson.
We're working on Wing stuff tonight. And as you can see, our wonderful volunteers are back.
She pointed out the waiting blue and greens before hastily buckling the straps. Carask stood up and walked over in front of the wherlings and started giving orders as Caralene got herself ready.
For beginning, Carask is lead, Kenzsk is second. Ariyask and Jessk behind.
Go on and get organized. Volunteers, could you please provide our wing with 'stone?
The other handlers came forward with bags of firestone and handed them to the wherlings. The bags were full, and designed to sit like saddlebags in front of the riders. Carask himself slipped a bag up over his head and let it fall into place.
We're running a mock threadfall tonight, folks. Our lovely volunteers will be pelting you with painted rope, and it is your job to flame it before it reaches the ground. We'll run just one ten minute session first, and take stock of how we've done. Start feeding your whers 'stone.
With that, she reached forward and pulled a rock from the bags and tossed it to her waiting brown's mouth. There were several minutes of grinding rock before at last they were ready to go up.
Don't be too worried about getting hit this round. It's your first go, after all. Just try to get a feel for the whole thing.
Carask hiccuped a small burst of flame from his lips and turned so that he was actually leading the wing. Caralene nodded to the volunteers, who all got ready on their ropes and paint. They handed bunches to their whers before the beasts flew up above the area before the whers. Caralene raised her hand up in a fist, and brought it down to signal the start of the mock fall. Carask launched himself forward, jumping high into the air and gliding a short distance, opening his jaws to let flame pour out and burn a swath of rope to ash that floated back over Caralene harmlessly.
Okay, so just to make it clear. Whers on their own can fly in a limited fashion. Not very high, but certainly a lot more than they can with a human on their back. With a rider, they can glide for a while, and the larger ones more than the smaller simply because of physics. This applies only to the night, and whers are only capable of gliding during the day. This may not be how it is everywhere, but it's how it is here.
Now you are free to play out your wherling's first time fighting 'thread'. Please have fun and make mistakes.