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01.Jun.18, 06:14 AM
M’ris held his head in his hands, hunched over where he sat in the Stands. It was partly done in grief but mostly done to massage away the headache he felt forming. This was going to be one of those days where he didn’t want to be Weyrleader. Actually, most days he didn’t want the job but it usually was a pretty relaxed gig where he could delegate and didn’t have to make a lot of important or life-altering decisions. This Hatching was going to make him deal with a lot of political drama and he had barely recovered from the Touching several days earlier.
Some of the Candidates liked to gossip and the Weyrlingmaster was very traditional and voiced his concerns about Vaeyla having her nine year old son on the Sands. Of course word reached the superstitious and he was soon dealing with the issue of letting kids on the Sands when their mom was visiting her bound dragon. They argued that the boy could damage an egg if he was running around them and might mess up Impressions if he went around touching them. M’ris figured it wouldn’t hurt to impose an age limit on that, especially since a child of Evritt’s age could be helping with chores around the Weyr or even be put into the crèche for whatever reason. Some argued that infants didn’t even need to be near the eggs since they had wet nurses but M’ris didn’t want to put undue stress on the mothers and made the rule that they could keep their child with them – except during the actual Hatching – until the child was two. He had left it up to Ameris to tell her friend that while she wasn’t in trouble, she did inspire a rule for all future sand-bound golds.
Now, he knew what was coming. Not only because he heard the rumblings around him from visiting dragonriders, but because it was rather obvious. The little brown had killed two women who were Standing for all colours since they didn’t have a gold in the clutch. Out of the three open Northern Weyrs, M’ris had been the only Weyrleader to allow such a thing. He supposed the others didn’t because it was more traditional or maybe they didn’t want to risk as many injuries. But he never liked the idea of only rushing women on and off the Sands when the gold made her appearance. It seemed far more dangerous for the girls and could upset more dragonets that way. Besides, if a green wanted one of those girls, she would find her way to where they were stashed. It was simply safer all around. He also strongly believed that a woman on a fighter dragon was better than a dead dragon and let those that wanted to Stand, do so.
He didn’t know how many heard Huxlieth’s explanation. Dragonets had no control over their volume yet but with so much going on, he hoped it was overlooked. But he heard it. Heard it loud and clear that the brown thought the two girls were weak and didn’t deserve to be on dragon or alive because of it. When the second girl Impressed to a green, M’ris felt a surge of hope that perhaps everything could balance out, but the Healer’s shake of his head dashed that away quickly. The girl wouldn’t make it, and apparently she was further gone than M’ris had thought with how hard the Healers seemed to have been working on her for seconds later he saw a green dragonet go between.
That, at least, semi proved his point. If that girl hadn’t been there, the green would have died. But because he did allow her to be there, she had died with the dragonet. His guilt was going to be alive and well for quite a while, especially with how many meetings he knew he was going to be stuck in. This was going to test him more than he had been tested before. After losing his mate during the exile, M’ris had spent years drinking himself into oblivion and doing a lot of stupid things. He eventually sobered up, still did some stupid stuff, but stayed in control. He even managed to have a glass of wine with Ameris from time to time and simply enjoy the one glass without a need for more. Now, however, he knew if he had a sip while in this mood, he wouldn’t stop until he didn’t feel the pain and guilt. Everyone else would be celebrating and mourning with too much alcohol that day, but he couldn’t allow himself to.
He had to keep a level head, especially since he also had a raging gold dragon that Vaeyla was struggling to control. He nearly lost his own temper and yelled at the poor woman to control her dragon before more lives were endangered but held his tongue when it seemed like Vaeyla made progress with Nadioth. He only hoped Mizeath didn’t hear all of her ranting, though it was hard not to and his headache didn’t appreciate it, or perhaps she’d be in a good mood and not care. But M’ris felt Mosiath’s irritation grow at Nadioth calling the Sands hers. He didn’t even have to question Mosiath’s ire. She may not have as much power as golds once held before the plague, but Mizeath was still the Weyrwoman’s dragon and that made the Sands technically hers with others borrowing it. Well, this is Nadioth’s clutch and her Sands for a few more eggs, so don’t start anything. I don’t need anything else going wrong with this Hatching.
Some of the Candidates liked to gossip and the Weyrlingmaster was very traditional and voiced his concerns about Vaeyla having her nine year old son on the Sands. Of course word reached the superstitious and he was soon dealing with the issue of letting kids on the Sands when their mom was visiting her bound dragon. They argued that the boy could damage an egg if he was running around them and might mess up Impressions if he went around touching them. M’ris figured it wouldn’t hurt to impose an age limit on that, especially since a child of Evritt’s age could be helping with chores around the Weyr or even be put into the crèche for whatever reason. Some argued that infants didn’t even need to be near the eggs since they had wet nurses but M’ris didn’t want to put undue stress on the mothers and made the rule that they could keep their child with them – except during the actual Hatching – until the child was two. He had left it up to Ameris to tell her friend that while she wasn’t in trouble, she did inspire a rule for all future sand-bound golds.
Now, he knew what was coming. Not only because he heard the rumblings around him from visiting dragonriders, but because it was rather obvious. The little brown had killed two women who were Standing for all colours since they didn’t have a gold in the clutch. Out of the three open Northern Weyrs, M’ris had been the only Weyrleader to allow such a thing. He supposed the others didn’t because it was more traditional or maybe they didn’t want to risk as many injuries. But he never liked the idea of only rushing women on and off the Sands when the gold made her appearance. It seemed far more dangerous for the girls and could upset more dragonets that way. Besides, if a green wanted one of those girls, she would find her way to where they were stashed. It was simply safer all around. He also strongly believed that a woman on a fighter dragon was better than a dead dragon and let those that wanted to Stand, do so.
He didn’t know how many heard Huxlieth’s explanation. Dragonets had no control over their volume yet but with so much going on, he hoped it was overlooked. But he heard it. Heard it loud and clear that the brown thought the two girls were weak and didn’t deserve to be on dragon or alive because of it. When the second girl Impressed to a green, M’ris felt a surge of hope that perhaps everything could balance out, but the Healer’s shake of his head dashed that away quickly. The girl wouldn’t make it, and apparently she was further gone than M’ris had thought with how hard the Healers seemed to have been working on her for seconds later he saw a green dragonet go between.
That, at least, semi proved his point. If that girl hadn’t been there, the green would have died. But because he did allow her to be there, she had died with the dragonet. His guilt was going to be alive and well for quite a while, especially with how many meetings he knew he was going to be stuck in. This was going to test him more than he had been tested before. After losing his mate during the exile, M’ris had spent years drinking himself into oblivion and doing a lot of stupid things. He eventually sobered up, still did some stupid stuff, but stayed in control. He even managed to have a glass of wine with Ameris from time to time and simply enjoy the one glass without a need for more. Now, however, he knew if he had a sip while in this mood, he wouldn’t stop until he didn’t feel the pain and guilt. Everyone else would be celebrating and mourning with too much alcohol that day, but he couldn’t allow himself to.
He had to keep a level head, especially since he also had a raging gold dragon that Vaeyla was struggling to control. He nearly lost his own temper and yelled at the poor woman to control her dragon before more lives were endangered but held his tongue when it seemed like Vaeyla made progress with Nadioth. He only hoped Mizeath didn’t hear all of her ranting, though it was hard not to and his headache didn’t appreciate it, or perhaps she’d be in a good mood and not care. But M’ris felt Mosiath’s irritation grow at Nadioth calling the Sands hers. He didn’t even have to question Mosiath’s ire. She may not have as much power as golds once held before the plague, but Mizeath was still the Weyrwoman’s dragon and that made the Sands technically hers with others borrowing it. Well, this is Nadioth’s clutch and her Sands for a few more eggs, so don’t start anything. I don’t need anything else going wrong with this Hatching.
