Post by fallinrayne216 on Nov 14, 2005 19:53:13 GMT -5
H'mei, finally reaching the door of the Weyrleaders, sighed one last time before knocking.
"Weyrwoman Merda, are you in?" he asked loudly. He supposed he should have asked Sarith to bespeak her dragon.
It's too late now for suppositioning, H'mei, Sarith told him.
I know, Sarith. That's why I didn't ask you to just now, replied the candidate master. He knocked once more.
"Weyrwoman? Are you here?"
"Yes, Come." Merda's tone was clipped as she called out to whoever was doing the loud banging... it sounded like the candidate master, but she could be wrong. "I'm not deaf."
Sarith... do tell your rider that Mine has heard him and that he may come in. The gold yawned and strectched... Merda's bad mood had woke her... along with the pounding echoing through her skull.
Entering the room with the assurances of his dragon, H'mei found the Weyrwoman sitting with a record across her lap.
"Weyrwoman, you aren't going to be very happy. This afternoon, some of the candidates were playing in the Hatching sands," he began, facial features showing his disapproval of the game. "They happened upon a flit nest, and two of the girls Impressed. One, a bronze, and another a brown.
"Now, they have cleaned the mess up, as they had actually broken and killed several of the flitlets. I thought that you might wish to be part of the punishment process, since it is your Hatching Grounds."
Merda looked up, laying the record flat on her desk the woman sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. "They were what? Did I misunderstand you, H'mei?" Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment, rubbing her temples.
"Have a seat blue rider, and try not to look so... tense." Merda met the man's eyes. She wasn't happy about the news, candidates had no business playing on the sands... the only time they need be there was when they were invited on to them.
"It is hard to punish when they get the prize of a flit for misbehaving. Whom did the clutch belong to? Which rider? The girls need to make restitution to him or her. Those two flits are going to cost them... I want you to make sure of that." Merda's eyes shown an angry hue, flits were lost every day to tunnel snakes, felines and the like... but because of the carelessness of a candidate? It was enough to set her jaw.
"I am half a mind to consider not allowing them to stand this hatching... Which girls were in on it... have they had other instances of poor behavior?"
"Well," H'mei said, sitting down on a local cushion, "the girls who Impressed the flits were Amoare and Amneris, but they were joined by a couple of other candidates. A total of five boys and three girls were there.
"I'm not entirely sure the flit nest belonged to anyone, I think they were wild flits looking for a warm place. I will look into it, and find out which riders have gold flits. Maybe there was a flight Tera didn't know of," he said, referring to his brown. He usually let H'mei know when those things happened.
"Oh yes, the girls have extra chores, and the only free time they have is ten minutes before lights out in the candidate hall. If that," he added. "But I don't know about not letting them stand. I think maybe if you put the idea into their heads that they won't be able to stand, that might be enough to scare them away from ever misbehaving in that fashion again."
He grimaced. His knees were killing him, the long flight of stairs up to the Weyrleaders' Weyr took longer than it usually did. He'd have to go to the Weyrhealer to have them checked out again. He stretched his legs out reflexively, and they cracked loudly. Ignoring it, he turned back to the Weyrwoman.
"But the decision is yours. I blame myself, some, for not making sure they were where they would not get in trouble. I can see that I'll have to change the way things are in that aspect. I just don't understand why Amoare, who was Weyr-raised, would do such a thing. Surely she knew better," he said quietly, mostly because he was thinking to himself. "I'll conduct meetings with the girls to better understand their behaviors, I suppose."
Rubbing his knees, he waited for Merda to mull over what he had said.
Merda watched the Candidatemaster with a keen eye, "Thank you for letting me know, It seems like you have it all worked out. I trust your judgement H'mei, if you think they should still be allowed to stand then so be it." Straightening a pile of records on her desk, Merda almost laughed. "Don't blame yourself, you can't be every where at once..."
Noticing the blue rider worrying with his legs, Merda smiled knowingly. Maybe the warm weather of spring would help... "What has the healer said about your legs? More fellis?" The gold rider took the oppertunity to change the subject from the girls to the Candidatemaster... it was important that the man stay healthy.
H'mei smiled at her concern. "Well, I actually have been avoiding the 'Healer. I don't really want to increase my dosage of fellis, and I am almost certain that's what he would say," he said.
"But the weather is becoming a bit nicer, and maybe with the warmth, it'll be better. As we both know, it never gets truely cold here in Southern, but when the weather changes, I really feel it," he continued. "I am planning to visit the healer soon, however, about this problem. Maybe there is something else we can use rather than fellis. I'll keep you informed, Weyrwoman."
H'mei was rather enjoying this conversaion with the Senior Weyrwoman. "So," he said, "when do you and Caliath expect the next flight?" he asked, not wanting to leave quite yet. He enjoyed talking to Merda, and it was a long way back down. He didn't want to wake Sarith.
"Weyrwoman Merda, are you in?" he asked loudly. He supposed he should have asked Sarith to bespeak her dragon.
It's too late now for suppositioning, H'mei, Sarith told him.
I know, Sarith. That's why I didn't ask you to just now, replied the candidate master. He knocked once more.
"Weyrwoman? Are you here?"
"Yes, Come." Merda's tone was clipped as she called out to whoever was doing the loud banging... it sounded like the candidate master, but she could be wrong. "I'm not deaf."
Sarith... do tell your rider that Mine has heard him and that he may come in. The gold yawned and strectched... Merda's bad mood had woke her... along with the pounding echoing through her skull.
Entering the room with the assurances of his dragon, H'mei found the Weyrwoman sitting with a record across her lap.
"Weyrwoman, you aren't going to be very happy. This afternoon, some of the candidates were playing in the Hatching sands," he began, facial features showing his disapproval of the game. "They happened upon a flit nest, and two of the girls Impressed. One, a bronze, and another a brown.
"Now, they have cleaned the mess up, as they had actually broken and killed several of the flitlets. I thought that you might wish to be part of the punishment process, since it is your Hatching Grounds."
Merda looked up, laying the record flat on her desk the woman sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. "They were what? Did I misunderstand you, H'mei?" Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes for a moment, rubbing her temples.
"Have a seat blue rider, and try not to look so... tense." Merda met the man's eyes. She wasn't happy about the news, candidates had no business playing on the sands... the only time they need be there was when they were invited on to them.
"It is hard to punish when they get the prize of a flit for misbehaving. Whom did the clutch belong to? Which rider? The girls need to make restitution to him or her. Those two flits are going to cost them... I want you to make sure of that." Merda's eyes shown an angry hue, flits were lost every day to tunnel snakes, felines and the like... but because of the carelessness of a candidate? It was enough to set her jaw.
"I am half a mind to consider not allowing them to stand this hatching... Which girls were in on it... have they had other instances of poor behavior?"
"Well," H'mei said, sitting down on a local cushion, "the girls who Impressed the flits were Amoare and Amneris, but they were joined by a couple of other candidates. A total of five boys and three girls were there.
"I'm not entirely sure the flit nest belonged to anyone, I think they were wild flits looking for a warm place. I will look into it, and find out which riders have gold flits. Maybe there was a flight Tera didn't know of," he said, referring to his brown. He usually let H'mei know when those things happened.
"Oh yes, the girls have extra chores, and the only free time they have is ten minutes before lights out in the candidate hall. If that," he added. "But I don't know about not letting them stand. I think maybe if you put the idea into their heads that they won't be able to stand, that might be enough to scare them away from ever misbehaving in that fashion again."
He grimaced. His knees were killing him, the long flight of stairs up to the Weyrleaders' Weyr took longer than it usually did. He'd have to go to the Weyrhealer to have them checked out again. He stretched his legs out reflexively, and they cracked loudly. Ignoring it, he turned back to the Weyrwoman.
"But the decision is yours. I blame myself, some, for not making sure they were where they would not get in trouble. I can see that I'll have to change the way things are in that aspect. I just don't understand why Amoare, who was Weyr-raised, would do such a thing. Surely she knew better," he said quietly, mostly because he was thinking to himself. "I'll conduct meetings with the girls to better understand their behaviors, I suppose."
Rubbing his knees, he waited for Merda to mull over what he had said.
Merda watched the Candidatemaster with a keen eye, "Thank you for letting me know, It seems like you have it all worked out. I trust your judgement H'mei, if you think they should still be allowed to stand then so be it." Straightening a pile of records on her desk, Merda almost laughed. "Don't blame yourself, you can't be every where at once..."
Noticing the blue rider worrying with his legs, Merda smiled knowingly. Maybe the warm weather of spring would help... "What has the healer said about your legs? More fellis?" The gold rider took the oppertunity to change the subject from the girls to the Candidatemaster... it was important that the man stay healthy.
H'mei smiled at her concern. "Well, I actually have been avoiding the 'Healer. I don't really want to increase my dosage of fellis, and I am almost certain that's what he would say," he said.
"But the weather is becoming a bit nicer, and maybe with the warmth, it'll be better. As we both know, it never gets truely cold here in Southern, but when the weather changes, I really feel it," he continued. "I am planning to visit the healer soon, however, about this problem. Maybe there is something else we can use rather than fellis. I'll keep you informed, Weyrwoman."
H'mei was rather enjoying this conversaion with the Senior Weyrwoman. "So," he said, "when do you and Caliath expect the next flight?" he asked, not wanting to leave quite yet. He enjoyed talking to Merda, and it was a long way back down. He didn't want to wake Sarith.
