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Post by stolenhart on Mar 22, 2009 9:26:09 GMT -6
Last night had been pure havoc and mayhem in the Weyrling barracks. And the new babies and been the least of the trouble since they slept through the entire night. No it had been the older dragonets who felt that they should have a voice in where the new babies slept. It had taken Ph'in hours to get everyone settled in for the night. And this morning was really coming to early for him.
With the near freezing dampness outside the older Weyrlings had been sent out for flying lessons with an assistant while the younger weyrlings had already fed and cleaned their dragoents who were now all fat, happy lumps on their couches. Ph'in gave them a small smile before heading down the corridor to the classroom he had assigned this group of weyrlings.
"Good Morning", he gave them a cheerful grimace, the man never learned to smile, and took his place sitting on top of his desk. "Now first order of business, we need to name your Weyrling wing. So ideas will go on the board, then we'll vote. Please only one idea per person".
((You may post here as you Impress))
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 22, 2009 13:51:09 GMT -6
If T'van thought he'd hated mornings before, he was in for a rude awakening now that Ghalyth had come into his life! The sun wasn't even up when the hatchling began nudging at him and creeling weakly. :Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Mine, I'm huuuuuuuungry. Can I eat now? Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?:[/color] came the incessant whine. Even rolling over, burying his head under his pillow, and muttering vague protests hadn't stilled the whimpery voice.
Finally, after a full ten minutes of those words ringing, in one variation or another, through his mind, T'van had given up and gotten out of bed. "Fine," he'd exclaimed in an annoyed whisper, so as not to wake anyone. "Fine, I'll feed you, I'll feed you. Jeez. Let me find some pants."
Ghalyth had spent the entire time while T'van was dressing bumping into the boy's leg with his head, or pawing pitiably at him, and as he readied himself and trudged blearily out the door hours before he'd ever want to be up, he found himself wondering, if only passingly, if this hadn't been a foolish idea. When Ghalyth had whipped his head around at the thought to look up at him like a crushed puppy, however, he'd banished it quickly. After all, he was only baby.
Regardless of the reason, however, that meant that when the time came for the Weyrling lesson, T'van had already been up for hours. Yawning widely, he slipped into the room, not only on time, but early, and slumped weakly into his chair, muttering under his breath. "Dragon gets me up... 'fore th' sun... eats... 'ere I 'm, trynna learn, an' wha'see gitta do? Sleep. S'no' fair." The words were barely intelligible, even at close range, but the mussed quality of his appearance and the dark rings under his eyes made it very clear just exactly what the nature of his complaint was, if not the details. When Ph'in arrived, however, he closed his mouth and straightened, if only a bit, to pay attention.
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Post by virenn on Mar 22, 2009 19:26:47 GMT -6
R’ker was used to waking early; it was just a factor that he adopted into his life. He was used to waking up early and caring for himself, but he would soon learn that he would need to wake even earlier for the sake of his dragonet.
As soon as R’ker had awoken, he automatically spotted Onith, his eyes were whirling blue with the slightest bit of red. R’kerMine, I am hungry. the bronze told him, and R’ker could only wonder why the dragonet had not woken him sooner and instead chose to watch him sleep.
He did not bother asking, because Onith’s eyes were beginning to show more signs of red, letting R’ker know that he was, as the dragon put it, really hungry. “I’m getting up,” he muttered, obviously still sleepy, “I’ll have you well fed in no time.” Quickly, he dressed and began to feed chopped bits of meat to the bronze.
Much like the others, Onith ate until he was stuffed, and soon lay down before saying, quite groggily, Mine, I itch! Can you scratch me? R’ker made a grab for the oil and soon found himself rubbing it into his dragon’s hide as the creature spoke to him, barely pausing unless he had some sort of input. He and Onith were different, yet similar… R’ker wouldn’t have it any other way.
As soon as Onith was fed, oiled, and was sleeping fitfully, R’ker was forced to leave in order to get to the Weyrling lesson on time--he had a feeling that being late would not make a good impression. Once he entered the classroom, R'ker realized that the quick pace he had set was for naught; he was early. Still, he did not wait long until Ph'in had arrived.
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 22, 2009 19:46:58 GMT -6
Kirnin rose when she needed to. That had always been the way of it. If it meant she rose tired, then she rose tired, and she'd just drink some extra klah and get to bed early. She understood responsibility. She also understood child care.
That meant that, when Similath whimpered for food at an unbelievable hour of the morning, Kirnin was not surprised. "I'm coming," she assured the dragon, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand and groping blindly toward the foot of her bed. She'd prepared for this last night, before going to bed, thankfully, and had a change of clothing folded up and waiting, so it didn't take long for her hand to find what it was seeking. She changed in a haze, moving through the process mechanically, and barely took enough time to tie her curls back into a loose tail before following Similath vacantly toward the food, where the other Weyrlings were already starting to assemble.
None of them seemed to really be alert enough to even see eachother, so Kirnin didn't even notice her half-brother, not far away, feeding his blue in a daze, and she would later reflect that she didn't much think that he'd seen her, either.
Regardless, once the small, gangly hatchling had eaten her share (and what seemed to Kirnin to be half of that big bronze fellow's share, too, with as much as it was!), the pair made their way back to the little green's couch, where Kirnin washed her down, oiled her up, and left her to sleep as she darted back to her bed to swiftly change out of the now-oily tunic and scamper toward the classroom.
Slipping through the doors, she noted that T'van and the new bronzerider had both beaten her there, but she didn't say anything, and it was just as well, because she wasn't long in her seat before Ph'in walked in. She pursed her lips, listening to him speak, and then considered the question somberly. Wing naming conventions for the Weyr, for full wings, at least, seemed to hold to no particular pattern, and so she reflected on the hatching itself. Momentous, for them, yes, but it had been a somber occasion, despite the joy it had brought. Perhaps the name ought to reflect that, just in case it stuck, for whatever reason.
As she considered, she found her mind sticking on the misty fog that had rolled over the sands during the hatching. Furrowing her brow, she raised a hand to draw attention, waiting a moment to be acknowledged.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 22, 2009 19:58:39 GMT -6
"Go ahead Kirnin", Ph'in nodded towards. He'd been given all their names yesterday when he had introduced himself to them. This would be his second official class and he was still new at things so he was just feeling the class out at first. With only three people here so far, he wasn't sure how he was going to punish them but he would. One did not walk into the classroom after the teacher did, that was just rude. As he slid off the desk to grab a piece of chalk, he heard several other students come sneaking in.
"For the record, your lateness with result in a punishment for the entire wing", he told them, looking over his shoulder as he did so to fix his blue eyes upon them. "We were just picking names for your wing to differentiate it from the older Weyrlings", he explained, nodding towards Kirnin, "Continue".
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 22, 2009 20:08:08 GMT -6
Kirnin waited until Ph'in had finished reprimanding, verbally, at least, the latecomers, before speaking. "With all due respect to anyone who disagrees, Sir, despite the festivities, our hatching was... a more than somber occasion. With three dead, one of whom I'm told was crippled... well, I think we're all aware that there was a little more to it than just the actual impression, no matter how... downright wonderful that part was. I thought, maybe, therefor... we might wish to recognize the more somber nature of our own hatching, perhaps symbolically, through the fog that shrouded it?" Having said her part, she fell silent.
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Post by Femisis on Mar 22, 2009 20:12:06 GMT -6
Crescentia had a hard night, that was for sure. Between her family, friends and the rest of the Weyr, she'd been rather busy at the feast and had barely gotten to sit down. By the time it was over and she'd crawled into bed, she'd fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. She'd slept rather soundly all night, not stirring once, which is why she suspected Basteth waited so long to wake her up.
Mine...[/i]
Cresce turned a bit in her cot, mumbling a bit, but didn't stir.
Mine!
Startled, Crescentia sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide. Her panic subsided when she saw the rosy golden head in her lap, eyes whirling a mix of blue and red. "Oh, Basteth, sorry..." She murmured soothinly, scratching at the hatchling's eyeridges to calm her down. "You just startled me, that's all..." She was definately going to take some getting used to having a voice in her head.
Sighing, she gently slid Basteth's head out of her lap and swung her legs over the side of the bed as she pulled some clothes out from the chest sitting against the wall. Once properly clothed, she led the Queen to be fed, watching in a combination of fascination and horror as the hatchling ate what seemed to be half her body weight in meat. For breakfast.
I itch, Mine.[/i] Basteth complained as she curled up on her couch, watching as Her's pulled her hair back into a braid. "Relax, love, I'm coming." Cresce replied as she tied her braid off, then went for the oil. She was going to have to enjoy it for now because all too soon, she knew, oiling her beauty was going to take hours rather than fractions of it.
Over here. Basteth thrummed contentedly as the oil soaked into her hide, taking away the annoying itch. By the time Hers was done, she was ready to take a nap. Thank you.[/i] She thrummed happily as she laid back down, licking her bonded on the cheek as the girl stood up. Soon she was fast asleep and Crescentia was on her way to the classroom, hoping she wouldn't be late. It wouldn't look very good for the Junior Weyrwoman to be late...
Which she was. 'Shardit...' She thought as she realised that she was, in fact, late. Not the only one, but it was still unacceptable. Maybe if she apologised... It was better than nothing. "I'm sorry for being late, Weyrling Master. Basteth took longer to feed and oil than I anticipated." She didn't expect any special treatment just because she'd Impressed the Queen, though she kind of wished she would only if to escape punishment. Well, she'd have to get over it. Sighing as she sat down next to Kirnin, she looked up at the board looking rather depressed. Now, what were they doing today...? Oh, naming the wing. Frowning, she let her head droop a bit. She wasn't the most creative person in the world, so unless she could think of something spectacular, she'd leave the naming to someone else.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 23, 2009 9:27:33 GMT -6
He held up a hand to stall Cresce's words. "There is no need for an excuse. It will not change or alter the punishment in anyway", he told her calmly, without malice and with the tiniest hint of a smile in his eyes. "As for you Kirnin, best you quit asking me a question and pose it to your fellow wingmates", he advised her, tossing the chalk up and down in his hands.
"How about Winter Wing?", one of the newly Impressed greenriders shot out. "Alright A'shal, Winter Wing", it was dutifully written on the board in clear writing. "Maybe Autumn Twilight?", a blue rider added. That was added to the board as well. "Any other ideas?", Ph'in asked. "The name should reflect your clutch in some way".
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Post by Femisis on Mar 23, 2009 11:56:29 GMT -6
Though she felt like punching Ph'in in the face for speaking to her like that, Crescentia just let it go. She hadn't expected him to not punish her, but at least an 'apology accepted' or something like that wouldn't have made it so bad... She ran her fingers through her hair as she racked her brain for some idea, any idea for a name for the Wing. It had to be something somber, yes, but there were still thirteen wonderful hatchlings that had come out of it, so why not incorporate them both? "What about... Winter Rose?" She queried, glancing first at the Weyrling master before looking at the rest of the Weyrlings. "I mean," She continued, "There were deaths and the clutch hatched in winter, but there are still thirteen that lived, thirteen strong and beautiful dragons. Why not honor them, too?"
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Post by virenn on Mar 24, 2009 17:44:51 GMT -6
When it came to naming things, R’ker was not exactly the best; he thought long and hard about his choices. But still, he was part of the Weyrling Wing, and he figured that he should add some sort of input. As he began to ponder a decent Wing name, he listened to what the others had to offer. The first two names did not really appeal to him—they just did not click. While the name that the new Junior Weyrwoman suggested was, for lack of a better term, girly, R’ker had to admit that he liked the reasoning behind it. He also believed that the Greenrider (he needed to remember names; he was sure that it was Kirnin) was right. Even the dragonets who went between deserved to be remembered in their Wing—it was part of their history. It was then that it hit him; part of the ballad of the great Weyrwoman Lessa ran through his mind in an instant. The blackest night must end in dawn,
The sun dispel the dreamer's fear:
When shall my soul's bleak, hopeless pain
Find solace in its darkening Weyr? Yesterday was a horrible day, no one could deny that, but it was one that ended in dawn. Was there possibly a name that could incorporate all of that emotion in it? Sure, he was not positive that he could be the one who would be able to create a name for the Wing (most of his naming ideas sucked, after all), but he had an idea. R’ker picked his hand up, not exactly raising it, while he said, “What about ‘Aphelion’?” Deciding to explain his thought, he continued speaking, trying to remember what exactly that wandering Harper—someone who had asked for a place to stay for a night while he was still at the cothold—had taught him while he was out looking at the stars. “If I’m correct, ‘aphelion’ is the term used when describing when the world is at its farthest point from the sun, right? Yesterday, I heard one self-acclaimed poet describe our hatching as a day without a sun, since we were stuck with the cold, rain, and fog... Not only that, we did lose three hatchlings between, although we gained thirteen Weyrlings.” As he stopped talking, R’ker wondered if the others had expected an answer like ‘Dragonwing Eclipse’ (it was something the twins came up with one day, when they were pretending to be dragonriders, because their “dragon’s wings blocked the sun and struck terror in the hearts of all Southerners!”) or some other awkward name that was dripping of masculinity and ignorance. Sure, he knew that his name was going to be far from the best, but it was still his idea nonetheless. |
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 24, 2009 18:32:19 GMT -6
Ph'in hid his smile as he dutifully added Winter Rose to the list of names. Surely the group could do better than that. This would be there call sign for an entire Turn, it would be a name they remembered all their life. It's not something you picked becuase it sounded good but because it summed up your Impression and training. "Now you are on the right thermal", he explained then turn to R'ker who had just raised his hand.
"Aphelion?", he listened to the young man explain his reasonings behind the name. Here was a rider after his own heart and former calling. "Now you are thinking", he congratulated the man writing the word on the board. "Any more takers? Any thoughts on a name already on the board folks?". He'd have picked Aphelion himself but this was the last democratic decision the group would be making for an entire turn.
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Post by kusuri on Mar 26, 2009 22:04:28 GMT -6
Nyboka was usually awake promptly,as life as a drudge did not allow one to sleep in.So when she finally conked out after thoroughly oiling her hatchling's sandy and muddy hide,she slept deeply.She was awoken quite suddenly by her middle sized green.The little dragon was very rambunctious and energetic,nosing her rider and beating her tiny wings in the girl's face.
Your Rianth is so terribly hungry and itchy! Nyboka mine,I tried waiting for you,but the rumbling in my tummy is unbearable!
Nyboka soothed her partner with soothing mental thoughts as she dressed herself and tried to leave the weyrling barracks.The poor girl was half asleep when her bare foot connected sharply with a large,wooden bucket.She hissed and rubbed her foot as she glared at the offending item.But her sharp gaze changed when she saw what was within the bucket.Meat.A heaping pile of it.She looked both ways,as if unsure if it was for her Rianth,but a kindly weyrling chuckled and said
"Amazing,isn't it? They only do this for you the first day,after this,you have to get up early and do it yourself.The lesson starts in a quarter of a candlemark by the way."
The former drudge had gone from elated to apprehensive in a flash.She had fifteen minutes to feed her dragon,oil her, and then run to the classroom? Why was it her bad luck to wake up so late on the first day? The small woman hustled back into her room with the bucket,and gently shoved meat chunks at her charge until the bucket was emptied.Nyboka had to prod and push Rianth to keep her upright and awake while she scrubbed the soft jade hide with sweetsand and oil.
The short girl hissed again when she glanced at her candle.She was late.Atrociously late! She kissed the jade dragon goodbye before dashing off toward the classroom,cursing her incompetence and the silent barracks.Though she could sustain a good traveling pace,at top speed,her short legs could only sustain her run for limited distances.So she ran for a few minutes and then power walked,switching gaits constantly,long,low stride eating the corridor away.
She reached the classroom and tried to catch her breath.The green rider opened the door silently and closed it behind her,striding toward the back of the room and sitting down without interrupting the teacher.She was used to being invisible,but this was a new experience.She felt like a small child again and hated it.Almost as much as the disapproving gaze of Ph'in.Oh how guilty she felt!
Nyboka listened to the name suggestions and pondered each one.She was very find of the bronze rider's suggestion and wanted to go along with his.But she would feel like a huge slacker if she didn't contribute something.She raised a bay arm tentatively and softly suggested
"How about the Staid wing?"
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Post by songofhope on Mar 28, 2009 15:24:49 GMT -6
She had come in late, taken a place against the far wall, and waited, slightly bored with such childish antics. Shouldn't the weyrlingmaster already have a name for them? Shard it, she wanted to start learning!
Either way, Eris remained silent, snickering privately as she lavished mental love over her perfect perfect Danth. Ph'in would be hard pressed to find anything wrong short of her minor lateness, but she didn't want to distract his students too much with her new clothing. Eris sported one of her usual shirts, a blue to match Danth, that left her stomach and arms bare. The similar color breeches were tight, heavily form fitting, however, they certainly did as much damage as her skirts had ever done. The outer panels of the pants were cut away, leaving the long line of skin down her perfect legs bare, save for the cording that criss-crossed over the bare flesh.
(edited to fit -no dragons theme-
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 28, 2009 15:53:51 GMT -6
"Staid? Alright then", Ph'in placed the names on the board and then turned to Eris. "Sit down", he told her, lifting an enquiring eye to her wardrobe. Well hopefully she wouldn't freeze this winter, that would be hilarious. He kept his face composed as he turned to the entire classe. "So vote on a name already", he ordered them and then proceeded to wait on their name.
Just then I'gan, a brownrider raised his hand. "Go ahead I'gan", Ph'in acknowledged him. "Sir I feel that Eris' clothing is distracting, dangerous and not acceptable". I'gan being the son of a Holder would feel that way. Ph'in tried not to roll his eyes before he turned to Eris. "Eris I'gan is absolutely correct. While we vote on a name, please go change your clothes into something less revealing and more appropriate for the weather outside". With the air being near freezing, even the Northerners were wearing layers and heavy tunics. He hadn't meant to single her out this early, he had hoped to make more of an example out of her but when his male students were staring at her as if she was their last meal he had to take steps.
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Post by songofhope on Mar 28, 2009 19:35:26 GMT -6
Eris arched an eyebrow, before smirking entirely, quirking her lips just a bit. "I wear the clothes of my tribe, and own nothing else. Besides, if someone can't keep his eyes to himself, that's his problem." She slipped to a seat, and crossed her arms. "I have my cloak for the outdoors when I get cold, and I've been living in the outdoors for far longer than his highness over there. If I'm doing something wrong by my dragon, then I'll take direction. But I will not be bullied simply because the males of the weyr have no self control."
Eris sighed, reaching down to stroke her beautiful blue. "Can we continue? I'd rather not have my lesson interrupted over such petty foolishness. Weyrlingmaster, if you wish to punish me, may we converse after the lesson? "
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 28, 2009 20:41:17 GMT -6
Ph'in carefully set his chalk down on the desk and walked towards the young woman. "Eris. It has nothing to do with their wandering eyes or lack of self-control, though I wish they had more", he glared at the I'gan for complicating matters. "It has everything to do with not following orders. Your life is here in the Weyr now and each one of us must depend on you as you will come to depend upon us". He turned to face the class, "If you will not follow your orders, then your fellow wingmates cannot depend on you and that is how riders die", he met all over their eyes. "This is not some Harper College where we play at being riders. You can and will get killed here for not following orders".
He turned back to Eris. "That clothing is unacceptable for lessons. Where it in your free time if you absolutely must but when it comes to lessons, cover every inch of your skin", he told her in a tone that would brook no argument. "Aural, do you have extra clothing?", Ph'in asked the other female blue rider. She nodded, "May Eris borrow a shirt and breeches?". Aural nodded again and stood up. "Go with Aural, return in her shirt and breeches", he ordered Eris. "And you will meet me here after dinner for punishment".
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Post by saidaltam on Mar 28, 2009 21:21:39 GMT -6
Frankly, for her part, Kirnin was rather enjoying the view, though she had the good sense to keep it a passive enjoyment, rather than being an idiot the way I'gan had. Stupid brownrider couldn't even keep his eyes in his head when a girl whose dragon his could never fly showed a little skin? Psh. If anyone needed punishing, it was him. Seemed to her that Ph'in was being awfully harsh, too. Even she didn't have every inch of skin covered, and she had always been fairly conservative in her mode of dress, but her sleeves were open to the elbow and her collar was low enough to easily see her collarbone. Passingly, she wondered what had gotten into the Weyrling master.
Kirnin wasn't the only one enjoying, either, though T'van, like his sister, had had the wit to still his tongue and keep his observation discreet. Of course, he didn't have her practice at discretion, so he was certain his sidelong glances had not gone unnoticed. Of course, it wouldn't matter what she was wearing. She'd be getting glances from him, regardless. Every female in the room save Kirnin was, here or there, including Cresce and the girl he didn't know.
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Post by virenn on Mar 29, 2009 0:54:36 GMT -6
R’ker only just managed to keep from rubbing at his temples. The girl, Eris, was really trying everyone’s nerves. If she actually expected to wiggle out of some sort of punishment for being late and dressing “inappropriately” (really, the others just needed to not look; it was as simple as that, especially since all that she craved was their attention and reaction), then she was wrong. It was not likely that Ph’in would let her get away with anything, especially the way that she was acting.
But one thing that she said hit him in a way that just completely frustrated him; of course she was doing wrong by her dragon! She was, potentially, harming most of the male-Impressed dragons.
“Excuse me for interrupting, Weyrling Master, but I think that Eris is wrong. She can be doing harm to her dragon.” Turning his head to look at the girl, R’ker simply stated, “Hatchlings don’t understand the concept of love. If she continues to flaunt herself and if people continue to stare like they’ve never seen a woman before in their lives, then isn’t there a chance that some may get too attached to her?” He used his terms loosely, he knew, but he had a feeling that they would be effective. After all, crushes were perfectly fine, but until the hatchling was old enough, love should be completely out of the question. “It could cause the betweening of your hatchling if you aren’t careful, due to irreversible emotional distress.” R’ker was sure that his information was correct, and that it was some that needed to be stated again for good measure. Still, while he had partially thought over his information, he looked over at Ph’in for some sort of sign that he had been right.
Not exactly waiting for the sign that he looked for, R’ker directed his next statements towards the others. “Weyrling Master Ph’in is right. We’re all Wingmates, and with that being said, I’m sure we’re all going to look out for each other. If I offended anyone here, I apologize, but it needs to be said. I do believe that it’s for the good of the wing.”
Eris’ style of clothing was her problem and it was the problem of those who stared like herdbeasts about to get blooded, but it was certainly not his problem. He did, though, consider it his problem when it came to the wing. They would be, no doubt, depending on each other during training; they were Wingmates, and they were each part of the Weyr.
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Post by stolenhart on Mar 29, 2009 12:33:59 GMT -6
So Eris had been ordered and summarily dismissed. Ph'in would hate to bother Ilayria with this kind of thing but if the young woman would not listen to him then there was very little he could do to persuade. He could not give in to her, he had to stand his ground. That had been drilled into him from the old Weyrlingmaster. This was not a democracy but rather a leniant dictatorship and when orders were given they had to be obeyed. She was no longet living for herself or her train but rather for a wing which was an entirely different entity.
"That will be all R'ker. You too will report to me after dinner for punishment", he told the bronzerider as he returned to his desk. "He is correct though, the emotional distress you are causing your fellow wingriders could harm their dragonets and send them between. These dragons are not equipped to deal with deep emotions yet they are just babies. Endangering them is wrong and will not be abided. Disobeying orders will not be tolerated".
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Post by virenn on Mar 29, 2009 13:14:36 GMT -6
R’ker nodded, the words, “Yes, sir” slipping out of his mouth as Ph’in directed him to report to him for punishment. That was to be expected. He spoke out of term, without permission, and thus deserved whatever Ph’in had in store for him later on in the day. Whatever it was, he hoped that Onith would be asleep by the time he would need to report to the Weyrling Master—there was no need for his dragonet worry about him.
Still, he only did what needed to be done. Eris needed to know what she was doing to the others of the wing, and if he needed to be the one to point it out and be punished for it, so be it. There was nothing wrong with that, especially since Ph’in did need to keep the order and make an example out of anyone who disobeyed orders.
He just hated the fact that he had to go and get himself punished so early in the lesson.
Since there was no use worrying over spilt klah, R’ker turned his attention back towards Ph’in and the main concern at hand: naming the wing.
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