05.Oct.18, 06:28 PM
There were few things that disappointed Verec more than students not putting forth the effort they are capable of. Some of the other Masters had brought a certain Senior Apprentice to his attention, a young man who consistently slacked on assignments. Well, Verec would have none of that in his Hall. If an Apprentice needed a day off for some reason or another, they could ask, or even just skip the one day — though Verec didn’t exactly approve of that choice, he allowed it as a one time event — but continual skipping and not properly doing assignments? No, none of that.
So he’d called the boy in and presented him with several written statements from his instructors about his apparent lack of interest in the work. Verec told how if he so clearly didn’t want to be a Healer, it would be better if he just told them and moved on instead of wasting everyone’s time. When the boy denied wanting to leave, insisting he truly did want to be a Healer, Verec gave him his patented ‘I am disappointed in your behavior’ speech. The young man sank lower and lower into his seat with shame and when Verec finished his speech and asked the apprentice how he wished to proceed, he vehemently assured the Masterhealer he would do better, work harder, and he wouldn’t be disappointed again.
He was about to lay quiet disappointment on a little thicker, just to provide further encouragement, when there was a knock at the door. “You may enter,” Verec called, trying to remember who was next on his list of people to deal with today. Oh, right. The Fort Weyrleader. Joy. With a sigh, he jerked his head toward the door to dismiss the apprentice.
“Go,” Verec told him, “I don’t want to hear about you from your instructors anymore unless they are praising your newfound enthusiasm.” The apprentice nodded furiously and nearly ran out of the room as the Weyrleader entered. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk the apprentice had just vacated while he put aside the notes he had on the apprentice and made sure he had a blank sheet at hand for taking notes on this meeting.
“Weyrleader,” he said with a nod, “what brings you to the Hall today?” Hopefully nothing more complicated than confirming extra Healers for the upcoming Hatching, but Verec doubted that. It was the wrong Weyrleader for a Hatching at Telgar. Which meant it was likely something else more complicated. Because of course it was.
So he’d called the boy in and presented him with several written statements from his instructors about his apparent lack of interest in the work. Verec told how if he so clearly didn’t want to be a Healer, it would be better if he just told them and moved on instead of wasting everyone’s time. When the boy denied wanting to leave, insisting he truly did want to be a Healer, Verec gave him his patented ‘I am disappointed in your behavior’ speech. The young man sank lower and lower into his seat with shame and when Verec finished his speech and asked the apprentice how he wished to proceed, he vehemently assured the Masterhealer he would do better, work harder, and he wouldn’t be disappointed again.
He was about to lay quiet disappointment on a little thicker, just to provide further encouragement, when there was a knock at the door. “You may enter,” Verec called, trying to remember who was next on his list of people to deal with today. Oh, right. The Fort Weyrleader. Joy. With a sigh, he jerked his head toward the door to dismiss the apprentice.
“Go,” Verec told him, “I don’t want to hear about you from your instructors anymore unless they are praising your newfound enthusiasm.” The apprentice nodded furiously and nearly ran out of the room as the Weyrleader entered. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk the apprentice had just vacated while he put aside the notes he had on the apprentice and made sure he had a blank sheet at hand for taking notes on this meeting.
“Weyrleader,” he said with a nod, “what brings you to the Hall today?” Hopefully nothing more complicated than confirming extra Healers for the upcoming Hatching, but Verec doubted that. It was the wrong Weyrleader for a Hatching at Telgar. Which meant it was likely something else more complicated. Because of course it was.