Unfair!

Writers: Paula, Yvonne
Date Posted: 15th November 2014

Characters: G'nir, Harki
Description: Harki sleeps on a beach because of the cold and misses half of drills, and G'nir is not impressed.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 15 of Turn 7

G'nir

S soon as drills were over, Harki left Cerillith on her ledge and slunk sheepishly through the halls to G'nir's office. Sleeping in was a silly mistake. It had been worth it, though, to sleep next to Ma'din on the beach where it was warm... even if she'd had to drill with sand in her drawers. This stupid blackout made the Weyr a frigid nightmare worth escaping.

She knocked on the Weyrleader's office door, and when she heard his summons, entered. "Hi, sir." The greenrider flashed a somewhat chagrined smile. "Sorry for being late this morning. My mistake."

G'nir gave her a stern glare. "Sorry does not cover it. You appeared half way through drills, Harki," he said with clipped tone and pointed a chair.

"I know." She sat where she was directed. "It was an accident. I slept on a beach because it's so cold here, and I lost track of time."

G'nir kept glaring her. "Five minutes late is accident. Missing half of the drill is sheer neglect, insolence and indiscipline. You're in my wing, for Faranth's sake. You should be example to all other riders."

"Respectfully, there was no insolence intended." She'd made a mistake, that was true. But it was only a mistake. And missing half of drills wasn't so bad. It wasn't as if she'd missed Threadfall.

"Whatever," G'nir wasn't in the mood to listen any excuses or explanations. "You were grossly late, that's the fact. I won't overlook something like that."

The greenrider suppressed a sigh. G'nir could be so... inflexible. So what if they were late-- the cold Weyr was an extenuating circumstance, and nobody died. But she could recognize an unwinnable argument when she saw one, and there was sand in her pants. Hopefully this would be over soon so she could slink off to the bathing chambers. "Sorry, sir."

"You're going to be assigned to night watch-duty," G'nir said sternly. "And I also need volunteers to gather more firewood," that was not question. "You'll not allowed to leave the Weyr for full month unless your duties demand it," he continued.

"What?!" Night duty was fine, and she could gather firewood, but not leaving the Weyr!? No skiing, surfing, sunshine or joy-- "Give me double the night duty, but asking me to stay in this frozen wasteland for a _month_ is totally unreasonable!"

"Are you going to argue with me, greenrider?" G'nir asked, his voice soft a silk and full on danger, his pale grey eyes were cold as steel.

She glared back, furious at how helpless she was. G'nir had her squirming under his thumb, and she hated him for it. "No. Sir."

"Good. Don't be late again or I'll seriously consider if you're suitable to fly in Weyrleader's wings. We are supposed to set an example to other wings," G'nir said sternly.

Harki narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

"I do hope you'll learn the lesson," G'nir continued in patronizing tone.

She was quiet a moment longer, mostly to fight down the urge to say something back. Or smack him upside the head. Or just smack him. This was so unfair! "Permission to be excused. Sir."

"Granted. Don't be late again," G'nir had to had the final warning.

The greenrider flashed a brightly sarcastic false smile as she stood, just to be irritating. "Sir." She turned on her heels and marched out before she could sucker-punch her Weyrleader in the nose. Nightwatch duty, manual labor and a month of being stuck in a frozen, stinking armpit of a Weyr just because she was human enough to try to escape a blackout that _he_ hadn't fixed soon enough.

G'nir was going to regret this. She had no idea how, but she was going to make him choke on his words.

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