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02.Feb.21, 09:33 PM
R’nya had a headache.
A pounding, unforgiving, what did he do to deserve this headache.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, R’nya waited for the last of three to arrive at his office. The two that had been fighting were not getting away without very serious repercussions, but the one that had been trying to prevent issues had unfortunately caused the biggest fuckup R’nya had yet had to deal with. Crushing an egg. He didn’t personally know if the dragonet within had been killed by the young man falling on it, or if it had been a dud that never would have made it to Hatching. It didn’t matter. A dragonet was dead. A gold was righteously furious. A goldrider was distraught. And none of that took into account the fact that he and Rhaedalyn had to deal with the fallout.
“Come in,” R’nya called when a knock sounded on his door, dropping his hand from the bridge of his nose and folding them together on the top of his desk. He watched as Fediletch entered, and nodded at the seat he wanted the young man to take. He was pleased, in a way, to see just how distraught the man clearly was about everything that had happened. R’nya had gathered some intel before the meeting, and knew from that that Fediletch wasn’t the type to cause trouble, and even had a reputation for stepping in and putting a stop to things that would have escalated. Generally not a bad trait. Unless it caused accidents.
R’nya took in a breath, and then let it out slowly before speaking. “Unlike your companions,” he started, mentioning them by name to make sure Fediletch understood clearly who he was speaking about, “I do not plan to recommend your banishment from Candidacy across all the Weyrs. I understand from the reports that what happened was an accident. However, I would like to hear your side of things.” R’nya leaned back in his chair, still focusing on his young companion, and waited patiently. He could feel his headache thumping in his temples.
A pounding, unforgiving, what did he do to deserve this headache.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, R’nya waited for the last of three to arrive at his office. The two that had been fighting were not getting away without very serious repercussions, but the one that had been trying to prevent issues had unfortunately caused the biggest fuckup R’nya had yet had to deal with. Crushing an egg. He didn’t personally know if the dragonet within had been killed by the young man falling on it, or if it had been a dud that never would have made it to Hatching. It didn’t matter. A dragonet was dead. A gold was righteously furious. A goldrider was distraught. And none of that took into account the fact that he and Rhaedalyn had to deal with the fallout.
“Come in,” R’nya called when a knock sounded on his door, dropping his hand from the bridge of his nose and folding them together on the top of his desk. He watched as Fediletch entered, and nodded at the seat he wanted the young man to take. He was pleased, in a way, to see just how distraught the man clearly was about everything that had happened. R’nya had gathered some intel before the meeting, and knew from that that Fediletch wasn’t the type to cause trouble, and even had a reputation for stepping in and putting a stop to things that would have escalated. Generally not a bad trait. Unless it caused accidents.
R’nya took in a breath, and then let it out slowly before speaking. “Unlike your companions,” he started, mentioning them by name to make sure Fediletch understood clearly who he was speaking about, “I do not plan to recommend your banishment from Candidacy across all the Weyrs. I understand from the reports that what happened was an accident. However, I would like to hear your side of things.” R’nya leaned back in his chair, still focusing on his young companion, and waited patiently. He could feel his headache thumping in his temples.
