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03.Oct.12, 07:07 AM
D'ren continued to listen intently. He'd heard plenty of sob stories from northerners by now. He'd heard it all, but unlike many of his more selfish riders, he didn't think the fact that there were a lot of them made them any less sincere or important. It disappointed D'ren to hear that Sanderon had been so badly mistreated. The kind bronzerider didn't doubt the truth in Sanderon's words, though he was slightly off-put by the dramatic tone. He figured some part of the young man was grasping for sympathy, which D'ren didn't necessarily mind, but he hardly found necessary.
"Sanderon," he said, lifting one hand to politely request silence. "I'm sorry to hear you've been mistreated. That means I've failed you. Unfortunately, dragonriders can sometimes be prone to prejudices, and turns of misfortune have made many of our hearts hard," he said. He sighed. "It doesn't excuse it, but it's something I'm working to curb. We have all been through quite a lot, and after spending fifteen turns merely scratching for survival, it's hard to think about anyone's misfortunat but your own." He spoke slowly and dourly. He didn't like the attitude problem that ran wild among his riders, but like the melancholy of the stolen northerners, he found it hard to fault them for it.
"It's not your fault that your complaints were ignored, but in the future, you should appeal to higher authorities until someone does listen," he said, tone deepening and filled with firmness. It was like a parent speaking to their child; this was how he talked to almost everyone. That's how he viewed the people around him...his responsibility. His children. "Even if you have to bring it all the way to me."
"As for running away..." he said, the corners of his mouth sagging a bit as he thought over the explanation. "Leaving the weyr is perfectly allowed, Sanderon, so long as you either inform someone you are going or don't stay out an unreasonable amount of him. That's something you would have known if you'd taken the time to ask." He wasn't accusing, but simply factual. Plenty of people, riders and nonriders alike, left the weyr for various reasons all the time. If they were still missing when the sun went down, well..that was an issue.
"Well, hopefully that sort of thing won't be necessary in the future." He finally smiled, relieved to put the ugly business behind them. "Ask before leaving. I'shan will be instructed to watch over you for an undetermined amount of time, just to make sure everything is well," the bronzerider said. His smile brightened. "How does tomorrow morning sound?"
"Sanderon," he said, lifting one hand to politely request silence. "I'm sorry to hear you've been mistreated. That means I've failed you. Unfortunately, dragonriders can sometimes be prone to prejudices, and turns of misfortune have made many of our hearts hard," he said. He sighed. "It doesn't excuse it, but it's something I'm working to curb. We have all been through quite a lot, and after spending fifteen turns merely scratching for survival, it's hard to think about anyone's misfortunat but your own." He spoke slowly and dourly. He didn't like the attitude problem that ran wild among his riders, but like the melancholy of the stolen northerners, he found it hard to fault them for it.
"It's not your fault that your complaints were ignored, but in the future, you should appeal to higher authorities until someone does listen," he said, tone deepening and filled with firmness. It was like a parent speaking to their child; this was how he talked to almost everyone. That's how he viewed the people around him...his responsibility. His children. "Even if you have to bring it all the way to me."
"As for running away..." he said, the corners of his mouth sagging a bit as he thought over the explanation. "Leaving the weyr is perfectly allowed, Sanderon, so long as you either inform someone you are going or don't stay out an unreasonable amount of him. That's something you would have known if you'd taken the time to ask." He wasn't accusing, but simply factual. Plenty of people, riders and nonriders alike, left the weyr for various reasons all the time. If they were still missing when the sun went down, well..that was an issue.
"Well, hopefully that sort of thing won't be necessary in the future." He finally smiled, relieved to put the ugly business behind them. "Ask before leaving. I'shan will be instructed to watch over you for an undetermined amount of time, just to make sure everything is well," the bronzerider said. His smile brightened. "How does tomorrow morning sound?"
