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03.Apr.12, 02:03 PM
"And yet, that's what half the Weyr does to the poor kids," he grumbled. If anyone needed to be mature about it, it was the dragonriders. Of course, D'ren tended to keep his bitterness to himself, but it was hard when he found himself alone with a chatty, personable greenrider like B'jin. D'ren knew he trusted B'jin more than he probably should, but much of that trust had been tarnished in the recent incident.
He listened intently and with mild tension as B'jin responded to the edict. "Yeah, that is a problem," the bronzerider conceded. "Of course, most of the candidates are pretty eager to Impress once they realize they aren't going home...it's all they really have to look forward to. They lose everything for a chance at a dragon. With that in mind, I don't know if copycats will be too big of a problem," he reasoned. He was unsure, though. "I'll have to think about it a little more."
He didn't like it, but he figured the soundest strategy would be to lie about why Tal wasn't standing. D'ren already knew B'jin would fly into an indignant fit if the Weyr was told that Larrikith had made a mistake. The Weyrleader wasn't pleased with the idea of being dishonest, either. Still, it remained a valid option, one that would go unspoken for now.
"Another option is to punish him for trying to commit suicide by placing him under Weyr arrest, and claim he's not standing as a result," he mused half-seriously. "If it comes with a penalty that great the others will be dissuaded." He didn't want to terrorize the boy any more than he already had, but this was a serious matter. "To be honest, B'jin, I don't know how we made it this long without a suicide."
The words were rigid, his disturbed tone forcibly squashed. He had already resolved once to stop looking so soft and weak to his riders. He couldn't imagine successfully hiding his true colors from B'jin, though. Instead of continuing, he just sighed. He hated to think it, but he almost wondered if the boy would have been better off not making it.
"We'll figure something out. As of right now, though, he's on suicide watch and isn't considered a candidate anymore. Perhaps I'll ask Larrikith to evaluate him again later."
He listened patiently to B'jin's little sales pitch. D'ren's nature was tugging him in two directions now, one side completely inclined to trust anything he was told, the other extremely unforgiving of B'jin's bad behavior. D'ren wasn't holding it against B'jin in a personal way, but he wasn't inclined to give second chances.
He knew sharding well he let B'jin get away with a lot. He also knew B'jin had taken advantage of it, and likely would again. It was a conundrum. "Very well," he said, rocking back in his chair. "I'll send someone along to fetch it soon, then. Is there anyone in particular you would prefer?"
He had no idea B'jin was entertaining another plan as well, though he probably should have suspected it.
He listened intently and with mild tension as B'jin responded to the edict. "Yeah, that is a problem," the bronzerider conceded. "Of course, most of the candidates are pretty eager to Impress once they realize they aren't going home...it's all they really have to look forward to. They lose everything for a chance at a dragon. With that in mind, I don't know if copycats will be too big of a problem," he reasoned. He was unsure, though. "I'll have to think about it a little more."
He didn't like it, but he figured the soundest strategy would be to lie about why Tal wasn't standing. D'ren already knew B'jin would fly into an indignant fit if the Weyr was told that Larrikith had made a mistake. The Weyrleader wasn't pleased with the idea of being dishonest, either. Still, it remained a valid option, one that would go unspoken for now.
"Another option is to punish him for trying to commit suicide by placing him under Weyr arrest, and claim he's not standing as a result," he mused half-seriously. "If it comes with a penalty that great the others will be dissuaded." He didn't want to terrorize the boy any more than he already had, but this was a serious matter. "To be honest, B'jin, I don't know how we made it this long without a suicide."
The words were rigid, his disturbed tone forcibly squashed. He had already resolved once to stop looking so soft and weak to his riders. He couldn't imagine successfully hiding his true colors from B'jin, though. Instead of continuing, he just sighed. He hated to think it, but he almost wondered if the boy would have been better off not making it.
"We'll figure something out. As of right now, though, he's on suicide watch and isn't considered a candidate anymore. Perhaps I'll ask Larrikith to evaluate him again later."
He listened patiently to B'jin's little sales pitch. D'ren's nature was tugging him in two directions now, one side completely inclined to trust anything he was told, the other extremely unforgiving of B'jin's bad behavior. D'ren wasn't holding it against B'jin in a personal way, but he wasn't inclined to give second chances.
He knew sharding well he let B'jin get away with a lot. He also knew B'jin had taken advantage of it, and likely would again. It was a conundrum. "Very well," he said, rocking back in his chair. "I'll send someone along to fetch it soon, then. Is there anyone in particular you would prefer?"
He had no idea B'jin was entertaining another plan as well, though he probably should have suspected it.
