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Post by saidaltam on Feb 14, 2009 14:46:08 GMT -6
Siten did not appreciate being humiliated by a bitter, self-righteous, underinformed brownrider. She was not happy. The moment the lesson let out and they had exited, she stopped, turning to address her fellow Weyrlings. "If you'll all stop a moment before dispersing on me," she said calmly, "there is something I wish to say."
She paused for a long moment, just to be sure everyone would stop, and when one boy, who she thought she remembered impressing to the blue, though she couldn't recall for certain, looked as though he was going to try to bypass her conversation with them, she shot him a sharp, steely look and added, "That was not a request."
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Post by stolenhart on Feb 14, 2009 15:08:09 GMT -6
S'fet had stood up, gathering his things when Siten asked them to say. He sighed and settled back into his stillw arm chair only to have his flitt come popping in. "Aren't you supposed to be watching Evonath?", he asked the blue flitt who cooed and clucked to him before shaking his head in the negative. "Liar", S'fet told him, stroking the dark blue creature. Link had been a gift from his Master turns ago. He had always been well-behaved staying away from his human during S'fet's lessons and appearing when S'fet was free. He got along well with Evonath and even the brown liked the flitt. "What do you want Siten?"
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Post by kat on Feb 20, 2009 15:05:57 GMT -6
K'ian walked out of the lesson with mixed feelings. The new Weyrlingmaster was going to be a stickler, it would seem. He was rough around the edges and spoke his mind-regardless of whose toes he trod on. It seemed that he took full advantage of being in a position of power, and Nemyath, his green, was sulking a bit, too. Still, he supposed that since he would be under this man for at least eighteen months, he might as well make the best of it. If he tried to just do his best and not cross paths with the man in a bad way, maybe he and his peridot green dragonet would escape the man's harsh words and whatnot.
Suddenly, he was aware of Siten, their resident goldrider Weyrling, asking the rest of them to stay a moment. He wasn't all too fond of the commanding way in which she did so. He personally found goldriders snobby and bossy, and Siten looked, at this point, to be no different-especially with the whole 'not a request' bit. Well, she was the sort to make him glad he'd gotten a green and not a bronze. He felt bad for any man who ended up with a bossy goldrider for a Weyrmate. Still, once again, she was in a superior role, and he didn't need to have her at him, either. So, not betraying his slight dislike or thoughts, he merely turned to her, face impassive.
Oh...do we all get to say something? Nemyath suddenly piped up, loud enough for everyone to hear-including Siten. K'ian frowned, having no desire for Siten to react to his overenthusiastic green with a snappy manner. She didn't look like she was in a good mood, and he decided to see how she'd react to Nemy's query, saying nothing but raising an eyebrow at Siten nonetheless.
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Post by saidaltam on Feb 20, 2009 18:35:32 GMT -6
((Since Phly's MIA, I'm going to proceed without her.))
"Since our esteemed Weyrling Master saw fit to berate every last one of us publicly and seems convinced that none of us is worth our dragons, and since we are the most recent and most hard-won clutch to ever hatch on Southern sands, I would like to take a moment to urge every last one of you to help me in proving that we and our dragons were worth every ounce of effort put into bringing their eggs here. I will not have us publicly humiliated again, by an overbearing, self-righteous, condescending man trapped in his own bitterness. If he wants to imply that we are less than we deserve to be recognized as, then I want to see every last one of us prove that we are better, by far, than he has any right to expect of any Weyrling. If one of your fellows struggles, I ask you to help. If one of you needs aid, I beseech you to seek it. If you question, ask. If you doubt, find someone to bolster your confidence. If another asks, answer. If another is down, support him. If we are to see Southern become a force which can stand up for itself, then it has to start here, with us." Lips pursed into a tight line, she rolled her shoulders back, satisfied with her speech. Storytelling, she decided, and speech-making, were very different.
To K'ian and Nemyath, she added, "And you may always say something. If I have my way, there will be no man on Pern with the audacity to stop you."
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