Mistrust Abounds

Writers: Len, Miriah
Date Posted: 19th October 2013

Characters: J'ackt, Sh'del
Description: Sh'del meets the new Candidate
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 16 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: N'vanik

J'ackt

Approaching the office that he had been directed to, Jenackt knocked
stiffly, his jaw set. Muttering about insistent, meddling Weyrleaders,
he waited with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Sh'del could hear the mutters and snorted to himself. "Come in!"

Opening the door, Jenackt stepped in with a quick glance around him
and then approached the desk, handing a token to the man with a
disgruntled frown. "Was told to come here."

"Was told right, now sit down." Sh'del could barely keep his face
straight as he mimicked the boy's tone.

Jenackt didn't even blink at the mimicry. He sat and ran a hand
through his hair. "So, what do I do now?"

Sh'del's face turned serious. "What ever you want to do, boy."

A steely look filled Jenackt's gaze. It wasn't a look a young man his
age would normally have; it was far too adult and had a glimmer of
undeniable danger flickering within. "My names not 'boy'. It's.." He
had to catch himself before he gave his own in his flare of temper.
"..Amitko." He took a deep breath and continued in a softer tone.
"Look, I don't have any clue as to what I'm supposed to do here or
what will be expected of me."

}:He lies:{

Sh'del nodded to Loranth's observation, but said nothing of it to the
boy. "Is there anything you've ever wanted to be? Rider, crafter,
anything?"

**Yeah, I wanted to live to the next morning. That's what I wanted.**
But that wasn't exactly what this man was referring to. He drew a
blank on if he had ever actually wanted anything other than survival.
His face mirrored his confusion about the matter. He couldn't recall
ever dreaming of being anything other than what he was at present. The
possibility simply hadn't occurred to him before that blue had pointed
him out. He knew nothing of crafting, little of riding. The lack of
knowledge embarrassed him and his jaw worked from side to side. "Never
really thought about it."

"What do you like?" Sh'del sat back in his chair, his face calm as he
studied the boy.

That question made him think. One thing came immediately to mind. He
liked his sword, when he had one, but he didn't have anything like
that here and he was very certain that it wasn't exactly a craft. His
brow furrowed deeply before he answered. "Animals I guess. When I
don't have to cut them up."

Sh'del gave him a thin smile at that. "Do you_want_to Stand for a
possible Impression? Or do you think you'd be happier taking up
Beastcrafting?"

Everyone was asking him that. "I made a deal with N'vanik. I'll
Stand." That was enough of an answer for now.

Sh'del leaned over the desk. "I'm the Weyrlingmaster here, boy, not N'vanik. Now if I don't think you really want to Stand I'm not going to risk you in there, got it?"

His lips thinned. "My name is Amitko," he repeated. "Not 'boy'." He sighed. "Look, I do want to Stand this time." If he did, then the Weyrleader had promised never to mention it again. Better to get it over with.

"Tell you what, 'boy.' You treat your Weyrlingmaster with the respect he deserves and maybe you will get to actually Stand. Got it?"

Shaffit! He'd made a promise to N'vanik to bloody well Stand. And sometimes, to get things done, you had to do things you didn't like having to do and apparently this was one of them. He could curse N'vanik right now. He took a deep breath and spoke more quietly, though the words were strained. "I...apologize for the disrespect."

"Fine, now go get your class schedule." Sh'del leaned back, his eyes saying that under no uncertain terms did he trust Jenackt for a moment. Inwardly he sighed, thinking about what Loranth had said that the boy lied. He was certainly one to keep an eye on.

"I can't read." Jenackt looked back at him and then looked down. He hated this. He hated bowing to this man, any man, with a passion.

Sh'del rolled his eyes to the ceiling. N'vanik was going to hear about this one, sending this lad to his care. "Tell you what, go the barracks. Hella is the greenrider on duty there, tell her your name and she'll get you a bunk. I'll assign one of the weyrling assistants to you tomorrow to help you get through your lessons." He'd make sure it was annoying chatter mouth K'warren, just to be mean.

He caught the rolled eyes and flushed with embarrassment and anger as his fists clenched tighter. His words were ground out thickly. "Yes. Of course." He rose, determined now to find satisfaction in making that roll-eyed stare go away. Just for spite. "Will there be anything else?"

"No, you're dismissed." With a wave of his hand, Sh'del turned his attention away from the boy and back onto his paperwork.

Sh'del was called every foul-mouthed curse and name that Jenackt could mentally think of as he stalked away. Shards, no wonder N'vanik was desperate for Candidates if they had to deal with that shaffing blow-hard! Closing the door behind him, he stalked away to find something, anything, to punch.

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