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Consequences

Writers: Avery, Suzee
Date Posted: 21st October 2014

Characters: N'call, K'ran
Description: N'call reaps the consequences of his mistakes.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 7 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Ninaine, Teseada


N'call

N'call
K'ran

K'ran

~*~
N'call didn't want to do it but he had to, there was no choice. He'd
crossed the line and he knew it. So he reached out to Haloth unsure of
Onnyth had already informed Rogueth.

**Please ask Rogueth's if he has some time for me. It's important."

}:Haloth's is going to come see us.:{ Rogueth told his rider.

What was going on with N'call? He'd been fine in drills. K'ran's mind
jumped to negative possibilities - family trouble, an injury. **Tell
him the office.**

}:In the office,:{ the bronze told the older.

K'ran walked there and settled behind the desk, wondering what could
have happened.

"Are you alright?"

"I think you'll have to be the one to tell me that," N'call said as he
took a seat across from his Wingleader. "Earlier this evening I went
to check on one of the Weyrlings who's been having a particularly bad
time since her impression. She's quite stubborn and will sometimes
only respond to bullying." He began at the beginning telling K'ran
about what had occurred with her parents at the hatching. Luneth's
protectiveness that had resulted in injury to J'darin and generally
positiveness and threatening behavior.

Then he talked about her more recent progress. While it was
incremental or even glacial compared to other Weyrlings she was making
progress. "And Haloth has been making progress with Luneth as well."

K'ran nodded. "I'd heard that she was a bit difficult, but I didn't
realize how extensive it was. I'm glad you were getting through to
her. So what's changed now?"

He shook his head not quite understanding the answer to that question
himself. "Well," he started. "She's moved into her first weyr and has
remained holed up there and isolated. She made sure she chose one that
didn't have and internal access point. I assume so people can't
'bother' her." He took a deep breath unhappy with himself as much as
anything. "I went there on Haloth. I'd been trying for a couple of
days just to check on her but she never came to the dining hall and
she wouldn't let anyone into her weyr. So I basically bullied my way
in past Luneth.

"She wasn't happy to see me and I admit I made some not so nice
remarks, but shard it! I was just trying to get through to her and
then she started throwing things so I grabbed her and tossed her on
her bed."

Shards, what a mess! How could a weyrling just isolate themselves like
that? He'd been bullied in his clutch but he hadn't just retreated
from everyone around him.

K'ran managed to miss the underlying implication of N'call's last
line, instead imagining assaulting a weyrling. "Roughly? And what did
Luneth do?"

"She wasn't happy but Haloth was with her, talking to her. But then...
Ninaine totally confused me. Her logic was all over the place. She was
upset because I complimented her! So I was going to leave but she
changed her mind. Anyway, I'm not quite sure how it happened really
but... I kissed her."

Kissing a Weyrling from Onnyth's clutch... K'ran calculated in his
head and knew they still weren't Seniors yet. Young dragonets could be
inclined to panic. If she had, it couldn't have been too bad...the
green hadn't /betweened/. But an upset dragonet could still cause a
great deal of upset, and with a pair as neurotic as this set seemed to
be... and shards! N'call was enough out of weyrlinghood he should
have known better.

"You kissed a junior weyrling," he repeated, to make sure he had a
grasp of what was going on. "And what was her and her dragon's
response?"

"From what Haloth tells me she was enjoying it, but got upset when I
realized what I was doing and stopped." That part still had him
shaking his head. Was there _nothing_ normal about this particular
greenrider and her lifemate?

K'ran pondered that. It was unusual for a dragonet. "And now you're
here, in trouble for pushing things too far with a weyrling."

He sighed heavily, wondering what tack to take. This was his first
time being required to mete out discipline, and he wasn't happy it was
for something like this. Something prickly and with complications, not
an easy straightforward problem rapidly able to be resolved.

He decided to go with honesty and understanding, first. Being the
martinet had never appealed. "You know I can't just let you off
entirely, but I'm willing to work with you to make sure it's fitting
discipline and not unfair."

"I know," N'call nodded. "I feel like a heel," he shook his head in
disbelief still feeling he should get the worst punishment for he
deserved it. He had jeopardized both Luneth and Ninaine with his
stupid lust.

K'ran pondered what might work. "I assume Teseada made you make a formal
apology? A sensible idea might be for you to stay away from her until she
becomes a senior weyrling and in any other circumstances I'd order it.
Unfortunately, it seems like you're one of the only people who can get
through to her. So, I'd restrict my interactions with her to a public or
semi-public place; Dining Cavern or the like, nothing in her weyr or
yours. Plus a sevenday of watch duty at night. How does that sound?"

"Right," N'call nodded still feeling awful. "She had us both in her
weyr though Ninaine kept claiming it was _her_ fault. But it wasn't."
He took a breath and realize there was really no defense for what he'd
done. "I did apologize to her several times."

"In that case, there's no need to make you go through that again," K'ran
said. "Are you planning on pursuing anything with her once she graduates,
or was this just a rush of the moment?"

A slow smile lifted one corner of his mouth. "You know Tes asked me
something similar and the thought is growing on me." The little
repressed holder girl was far more passionate than she'd ever let on
or likely knew. More than that, N'call found he liked her.

He knew there were some leaders who would have come down a lot harder
on N'call, banning him from speaking to Ninaine or any other weyrling
entirely. K'ran didn't want to go that far since the weyrling hadn't
become destructive and everyone was still intact, but he thought the
public place restriction and the evening watch duty would serve as a
sharp reminder.

"Then I don't want to ban you from talking to her entirely." He wouldn't
impose a martinet's punishment that would get in the way of affections -
once it was the right time for them.

"Thank you," he nodded with serious eyes. "Public places only until
they graduate."

"And the watch duty. But don't worry, I won't make you give the mating
flights respect talk or any of the other embarrassing lectures." He'd
considered it, or having N'call talk to the candidates about weyrling
relations as a punishment, but decided that that would just embarrass the
weyrling and N'call for no real benefit.

"Yes sir," he nodded vigorously. "Who should I report to for the night
duty?" He hadn't had to do that by way of punishment in a very long
time.

"I believe F'dari is in charge of that at the moment. He'll tell you who
you're going to be filling in for," K'ran responded.

"Yes sir," he said once again and stood. "Is that all sir?" He knew
F'dari and had worked with him before the man was scary but effective.

"It's all. Have a good rest of the evening," K'ran added politely.

N'call nodded and left. he was going to have to find a way to dump
this anger at himself and see if he could find a willing greenrider to
take the edge off. **stupid stupid stupid,** was the litany in his
mind.

Last updated on the October 25th 2014


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