08.Feb.12, 10:13 PM
What the...?! Was everyone going to gang up on him for simply stating the obvious? Kerrin turned an incredulous look to Volfetti in particular when she'd chewed him out, hands spread in a clear expression of 'what gives?!', because as far as was concerned he'd been doing her a favor! Pregnant as she was, he seriously doubted she wanted to sit around and listen to old men ramble on about sex any more than he did, but at least she had an excuse to leave. Not that anyone else seemed to see it that way.
The boy straightened immediately when G'rem approached, having momentarily forgotten in his sheer disbelief at Volfetti's inexplicably negative reaction at his attempt to help a fellow out that he'd fully intended to run. Now it was too late! Kerrin's jaw clenched with the sheer effort it took to keep himself silent, for over the course of his 12 or so turns at Katila he'd had enough experience with G'rem to know that even just the slightest peep in his defense - not that he had anything to say that would have any way excused his misbehavior, but that was beside the point - would be enough to double if not triple whatever humiliating punishment the towering bluerider was dreaming up as he shook his stick just inches from the glowering teenager's nose.
It was the blue dragon's soft but insistent voice in his head alone that kept the boy from doing anything drastic as he approached the front of the class to accept with a scowl the scrawled-upon note that he knew contained something horrible. Thanks, I guess, he intoned mentally at Remeneth as he slumped back into a seat, uncertain if the blue was still tuned in enough to hear him and not particularly caring, either - he just didn't want to express any gratitude for the bluerider's uncharacteristic leniency aloud, lest G'rem hear him.
His mood hopelessly soured, Kerrin watched B'jin and tiny Larrikith approach the class with utter disinterest. Had he not just endured a public shaming in front of his entire Candidate class the boy could have admitted that there were far more boring options for a guest speaker, but with Katilans being the incorrigible gossips they were he still doubted the man had any secrets that the weyrbrat didn't already know. Still, he couldn't help but smirk a little when Larrikith brought to their minds the familiar image of B'jin, proddy and raving, storming about the dining hall. Of course he understood that it must have been horribly embarrassing for the greenrider, but it had certainly been an interesting morning for the rest of them.
The boy straightened immediately when G'rem approached, having momentarily forgotten in his sheer disbelief at Volfetti's inexplicably negative reaction at his attempt to help a fellow out that he'd fully intended to run. Now it was too late! Kerrin's jaw clenched with the sheer effort it took to keep himself silent, for over the course of his 12 or so turns at Katila he'd had enough experience with G'rem to know that even just the slightest peep in his defense - not that he had anything to say that would have any way excused his misbehavior, but that was beside the point - would be enough to double if not triple whatever humiliating punishment the towering bluerider was dreaming up as he shook his stick just inches from the glowering teenager's nose.
It was the blue dragon's soft but insistent voice in his head alone that kept the boy from doing anything drastic as he approached the front of the class to accept with a scowl the scrawled-upon note that he knew contained something horrible. Thanks, I guess, he intoned mentally at Remeneth as he slumped back into a seat, uncertain if the blue was still tuned in enough to hear him and not particularly caring, either - he just didn't want to express any gratitude for the bluerider's uncharacteristic leniency aloud, lest G'rem hear him.
His mood hopelessly soured, Kerrin watched B'jin and tiny Larrikith approach the class with utter disinterest. Had he not just endured a public shaming in front of his entire Candidate class the boy could have admitted that there were far more boring options for a guest speaker, but with Katilans being the incorrigible gossips they were he still doubted the man had any secrets that the weyrbrat didn't already know. Still, he couldn't help but smirk a little when Larrikith brought to their minds the familiar image of B'jin, proddy and raving, storming about the dining hall. Of course he understood that it must have been horribly embarrassing for the greenrider, but it had certainly been an interesting morning for the rest of them.