The Cost of Actions
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
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Writers: Leigh M-F., Paula
Date Posted: 2nd June 2016
Characters: G'nir, A'kua
Description: G'nir chews A'kua out.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 9 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Nokala, E'naer, B'drin (NPC), F'nix
After the dismissing the weyrling class, G'nir walked to his office. Thank Faranth, A'kua had been only one who got lost. Rest had /betweened/ safely. Deep down he rather liked the young bronzerider (although he would had rather chopped off his arm than admitted it), which was why he was so angry about it. He was keeping a lid over his temper. His face showed no emotion when he dropped his helmet to the desk and poured himself a glass of water.
"Well, what happened? Care to explain why I and Nirreth had to fetch you from that shoddy backwater-hold?" He asked.
Good, they were getting right to the point. That meant the pain would end sooner. A'kua tucked his own helmet under his arm and tried to look the Weyrlingmaster in the eyes. "Zeiranth didn't warn me he was going to take the jump, so when he took us between, I was startled and lost my concentration. We needed an image, so I fed him one of minor hold Bex, where I was born," he reported flatly. "He's incredibly embarrassed, Sir, and I'm not much happier. But I am sincerely grateful for your help, both in fooling those men and getting us home."
"You lost concentration," G'nir repeated with a flat tone. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? If Zeiranth hadn't been able to take you out of /between/?."
"Yes, Sir," A'kua said quietly. He just hadn't been allowing himself to think about it yet. That would have to happen later, when no one could see him freak out.
"You're a harper, haven't you been taught how to keep your focus, to control your thoughts?" G'nir asked.
"I'm not a harper," A'kua denied, "and I wasn't taught much of anythin' until I got here. Even then, Nokala focused more on the technical aspects of music. The closest I can get to that is focusing completely on the music and which emotions I'm trying to convey." He paused. "Do you mean that's somethin' that could help, Sir?"
"Yes, that could help. You can't let your thoughts wander, when you go /between/, you can't let yourself be startled. You must hold on into the visual even if you're hurt or in pain. If you don't, you won't come back out of there. As a bronzerider, it's even more important, since you're expected to set an example and lead others." G'nir lectured. "You won't want to lose whole Wing in /between/."
"At least we can count on that never happenin'," A'kua muttered. No one in their right mind would ever give him a promotion, and if they did, he would refuse. "I'll practice focusin' on the visuals," he added more audibly. "In the meantime, you have me as a servant for fourteen days."
"E'naer is going to give you some extra lessons about it," G'nir told him. "And you better be sure this never happens again. I expect better from you."
"Why? Because Zeiranth chose me?" A'kua asked bluntly and in aggravation. "I'm the one who mouthed off to you when I landed on your weyr's ledge. That should've given you a good indication of the kind of person I am." He added "Sir" after a beat.
"Yes, because bronze chose you. Also because you're strong-willed, have protective instinct, especially towards women, you're honourable and quite smart. As for the running mouth, well, nobody is perfect. You also need to learn self-control and stop hitting things...or people." G'nir replied. His anger had abated while he talked with A'kua, when A'kua realized his mistake and understood what he had done.
The words had the same effect as a slap. The redhead felt humbled, and extremely small. He'd had no clue the Weyrlingmaster thought those things about him. All he could do was look at the floor and mumble "Sparrin' sessions don't count." Besides, he hadn't hit anyone with intent to hurt since needing to restrain B'drin for F'nix's sake. He raised his voice again. "There's still the matter of my temporary servitude, Sir."
"Oh, I'm sure I can come up for things to do for you," G'nir said. Glancing the piles of hides on his desk, he let a wicked grin cross his face. It was good opportunity to teach the boy about the hide-work side of being bronzerider.
"Then when do we begin?" Hopefully not until after he could privately freak out with Zeiranth, change out of the riding leathers, and get some klah.
"After E'naer's extra lesson, that would be evening," G'nir kept the wicked experession on his face.
Plenty of time, then. A'kua couldn't bring himself to take his eyes from the floor, so he missed the evil expression, which was for the best. So he just waited to be excused.
"You can go now," G'nir said. "I hope you will remember today for rest of your life and won't make that mistake again."
"Yes, Sir." He never really could forget things that made him look bad. A'kua saluted and went for the door. **Zei, meet me outside. I need to get to our weyr before I break down.**
}:On my way.:{
G'nir ushered him out. Watching the boy's distancing back he smiled. Oh, yes, A'kua showed so much promise and he had the chance to groom himt into it.
Last updated on the June 17th 2016