Some Rude Prodding

Writers: Miriah, Paula
Date Posted: 27th October 2015

Characters: Ma'din, G'nir
Description: Ma'din goads the Weyrleader as only he can.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 24 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Saibra (not by name), Rorela

Ma'din

G'nir

Kicking his feet up on the table, Ma'din reclined back in his chair in
the dining cavern and poured a cup of wine. The drudge who approached
to ask him to take his feet down only received a cool stare and
hustled away shortly after. He allowed himself a smirk and then tossed
back the glass of wine as though it was water.

G'nir was passing by and then stopped to stare him. Nothing irritated
him more than bad manners. "Foot off the table," he commanded. Feet on
the table was definitely bad manners in his books. Not to mention
unhygienic.

Ma'din stared at G'nir, nonplussed and not apologetic. "I'm the only
one at the table, mate. I'm not hurting anyone." He turned his
attention back to watching a slender drudge wipe down another table.

"I'm not your mate," G'nir said through clenched jaws. He didn't take
insolence very well in best of times. "People eat from that table and
your boots are dirty. Besides it
makes you look like uncivilized lout." He was very good at contemptuous
tones.

"I _am_ an uncivilized lout." Ma'din replied with a slight smirk. "My, my,
Weyrleader, aren't you in a foul mood." He kicked his boots off of the table
slowly and settled his chair back.

"You made that apparent," G'nir said with dry tone. Then his eyes
narrowed and he leaned over the insolent brownrider. "And yes, I'm in
foul mood so don't cross me or you'll be cleaning latrines rest of the
month."

Ma'din just arched a brow and sipped his drink. "Sounds like Rorela
hasn't had any luck with getting you in a better mood."

So, people were starting to gossip about him and Rorela? G'nir wasn't
sure if he should be concerned or not. "Her means to improve my mood
are sufficent only so far," he replied.

"I'll be sure to let her know." Ma'din replied with a smirk. "I'm
sure she'll enjoy hearing that."

"I'm sure she values your advice," G'nir said with voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ma'din's grin only widened at that. "If only you knew. Mate."

If he was trying to bait G'nir, he failed. "I don't give a shard.
Rorela can take care of herself," his tone was calm. A smile appeared
to his face. There was nothing kind, friendly or even amused in it. It
was smile that would had made G'nir's father and brothers' proud.
Smile that said: 'do keep going, and I'll feed the rope. I will enjoy
watching you hang yourself.'

Ma'din shrugged and knocked back another drink. "Sorry, G'nir. It'll
take more than you to scare me."

"You like living dangerously then," it wasn't quite a question.

That brought another shrug. "Usually."

"Well, that's becoming obvious," G'nir noted. He was also starting to
wonder why he was wasting his time with him.

Ma'din looked back up at G'nir. "Look, you may be Weyrleader, but
doesn't mean you'll always be. I worry more about the Weyrwoman....and
whether or not I can get in her furs."

"Why don't you keep your nose out of other people's business and your
feet off the table?" G'nir said with soft voice. He was quite aware
his position depended on Chioneth's whim. He didn't need a insolent
brownrider to remind him.

"They're off the table." Ma'din replied with a shrug. "And you being
Weyrleader...well...that's the Weyr's business, after all."

"And until Chioneth Rises and chooses otherwise, _I am_ the boss
around here. You better not forget that. What might happen in the
future doesn't change the now," G'nir replied with a soft voice full
of threath.

Ma'din shrugged again, not feeling threatened in the slightest. It
wasn't against the rules to be rude, a technicality that he was quite
willing to tread.

Since Ma'din had no further comments, neither had G'nir. "Have a nice
day, brownrider," he said simply, his tone slightly sarcastic, and
just walked away. He wondered if he had just wasted time and words
with that one.

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