24.Feb.13, 06:59 AM
“That would be the main concern,” R’nya conceded. It would not do to teach the Weyrlings the wrong things, or that something was appropriate or acceptable when it was not. Anyone who purposefully did that wouldn’t be put in a position to teach, of course, but unintentionally teaching the youngsters bad habits was to be avoided, for the wellbeing of their own future, as well as the general life of the population. It was so much easier when people just slipped into their new life and went about it, than fighting it or causing issues!
The woman was eyed for a moment, R’nya nodding after a second. “They need friends,” he stated frankly. That was perhaps why he’d allowed himself to be dragged into the position he generally found himself in now, where he was occupied and entertaining various young goldriders, or gold candidates. It really wasn’t all that bad of a position to be in, and R’nya knew several of his fellow bronzeriders actually envied the trust and friendship he had built with the young women. Of course, if they weren’t all itching to get into the girls’ pants, they’d probably be more successful in befriending them themselves. Instead, he generally found they were asking – begging, occasionally – him to be rid of them.
R’nya gave a last nod. “That would by my recommendation. If those options were to fail, then I would agree that additional training sessions are in order, but I doubt they will do much.” It would depend upon the teacher, but R’nya wasn’t quite the type to put much faith in different teaching styles. Some things worked, some things didn’t, but R’nya had found that once a student failed for long enough, they tended to come to the conclusion they would always fail. Once that happened, they truly were a lost cause.
The woman was eyed for a moment, R’nya nodding after a second. “They need friends,” he stated frankly. That was perhaps why he’d allowed himself to be dragged into the position he generally found himself in now, where he was occupied and entertaining various young goldriders, or gold candidates. It really wasn’t all that bad of a position to be in, and R’nya knew several of his fellow bronzeriders actually envied the trust and friendship he had built with the young women. Of course, if they weren’t all itching to get into the girls’ pants, they’d probably be more successful in befriending them themselves. Instead, he generally found they were asking – begging, occasionally – him to be rid of them.
R’nya gave a last nod. “That would by my recommendation. If those options were to fail, then I would agree that additional training sessions are in order, but I doubt they will do much.” It would depend upon the teacher, but R’nya wasn’t quite the type to put much faith in different teaching styles. Some things worked, some things didn’t, but R’nya had found that once a student failed for long enough, they tended to come to the conclusion they would always fail. Once that happened, they truly were a lost cause.