Big Weyrbrats

Writers: Eimi, Emma
Date Posted: 26th February 2009

Characters: K'reyel, K'sedel, R'sedel
Description: K'sedel has to mediate between his two sons
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 10 of Turn 5

K'reyel

K'sedel

"Just what did you think you were doing at Snow Peaks Hold?" the words
might have been mild, but the tone behind them wasn't. Especially after
an angry blue flit had brought a very angry sounding letter to him.
"Lord Ileksan is just about on the verge of refusing to let searchriders
back into his Holding."

"Oh, he's just blowing things way out of proportion," the greenrider
said with a wave of his hand.

"I'd hardly call it out of proportion when I receive letters like this,"
a rolled hide was tossed across the desk in the greenrider's direction.
"Go ahead, read it. It tells you what he says he saw."

The greenrider sighed, obliging his brother as he reached for the roll
and uncurled it to read it. He smiled and snorted as his eyes perused
it, remembering the events quite vividly. "'Inappropriet leaning'? How
would he know what that entails? 'Lewd smiles'? The man had never seen
my face before. How would he know what constitutes 'lewd'? I think
that Lord Holder needs to get laid and he's projecting his over-active
imagination on my and his son." He tossed the roll back to the
Weyrleader. "He didn't see a thing."

"I don't care, that is not the point here. What you get up to in a Weyr
is one thing, but the Holds are something else." K'reyel's words were
pointed and precisely articulated, a sign that he was angry. "The
reputation of River Bluff and Riders as a whole is something we work
hard at. These people look up to us and trust us to protect them from
thread, and to
not corrupt their sons and daughters. Even if his son had given you a
direct invitation in plain language, you should have behaved yourself!"

"And you just _assume_ that I wasn't behaving myself? How long do you
think I've been flying Search?"

And that was the point at which their father arrived. K'sedel had some
hides that needed to be left with K'reyel, and with the office door
slightly ajar, he'd been able to hear the last two exchanges. "If I
didn't know
better, I'd say there were two Weyrbrats fighting here. Did you realize
the
door was open?"

"No, not a weyrbrat, just a me and a wherry's ass," the greenrider
muttered as he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands across his
stomach.

K'sedel looked at his two sons, wondering how on Pern they could be so
different. The hides for K'reyel were dropped on his desk, and he
noticed the one on R'sedel's side.

"Read that Da, and you'll understand why the discussion got a little
heated," suggested K'reyel. "You'd have said exactly the same things."

The hide was picked up, and read hastily. "Lewd behaviour? R'sedel what
did you do?"

The greenrider threw his hands in the air. "Not you too. Did you think
I was Hatched of an Egg just yesterday? I know how to do my job!"

"I know you do, and I know your brother knows you do too. But sometimes
things can be misinterpreted," K'sedel was trying to calm the two men
down. The Weyr didn't need to know that there was a disagreement between
the
Weyrleader and a searchrider.

"I suggest that you write an apology to Lord Ileksan," said K'reyel
after a moment. "And deliver it in person, but stay away from his
children."

R'sedel's eyebrows twitched. "Well, I'll take your suggestion to heart
and say a most respectful 'not until I can sunbathe in the nude
/between/'."

"Maybe you should write that apology and have someone else take it,"
suggested K'sedel. It was clear that the two were not going to agree on
this.

"Oh, all right, Dad, what exactly should this apology say? 'Dear Lord
Ileksan, I'm so very sorry you're a suspicious, wherry brained,
hide-bound ass'?" If they made him write an apology they could be sure
that relations with the Hold would deteriorate rather quickly.

"Just tell them that you are sorry if you were misunderstood, and you
hope that you haven't damaged the relationship between Hold and Weyr."
K'reyel looked to his father after saying that, "It should be enough to
smooth things over with him. All though I will give you the fact that
he might
be a bit hot headed."

"You want to write him an apology, fine. You apologize. But if he's
afraid his son likes greenriders, a letter from me isn't going to make
anything better. I won't Search at the Hold. Fine. But I am sure as
Thread Falls not going to write that wherry's ass any sharding letter.
Politics is your job, not mine." Crossing his arms over his chest, that
was the greenrider's final say on that matter.

"Weyrbrats was indeed the word," K'sedel said. This was just like the
children they had been all those turns ago before anyone even realized
there would be a pass at all. "Both of you are behaving like you are
younger than Mayel!" He studied his sons for a moment, both of them so
different.

"You," he said to R'sedel. "You don't go back to Snow Peak, at least not
on your own." Then he turned to K'reyel. "You, you get to write an
apology on behalf of the Weyr, and make it good."

The greenrider threw his hands in the air as if in surrender. "Agreed."

"Now, I'm going to leave thses hides here. And the two of you better
sort this out. I know there is more to it thatn this, you never got on
as children, and if I have to drag the pair of you off somewhere to
settle
this I will. It's for the good of the Weyr. Is that understood?"

K'reyel looked at his father, and felt like it should have been the him
that Tabarnith had chosen. Sometimes being the Weyrleader was a little
overwhelming. "Yes Da," and he sounded like the small boy of so many
turns ago when he said that.

Last updated on the February 28th 2009

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