03.Feb.21, 12:44 AM
R'nya nodded, once, when Fediletch finished speaking, mulling over what he had said. It was the same as the report he’d gotten from Rhaedalyn and Aradissicath, and that pleased him. One of the boys who had been fighting had tried to pawn off more of the blame onto the others than R’nya had believed to be true. He let the silence draw out, allowing Fediletch to pull himself back together while R’nya considered his options. After a moment, he spoke.
“Malvayth has requested,” demanded really, but R’nya didn’t feel like elaborating on being bossed around by a gold dragon. “That you be barred from her Hatching. Both the upcoming, and any future ones, including viewing them.” It was fair enough, really, and R’nya didn’t have any issues with the demand. He was fairly sure the dragon would be absolutely impossible come Hatching without the young man that had murdered her daughter standing amongst the candidates – or even watching from nearby.
Leaning forward, R’nya waited until he caught Fediletch’s gaze, and held it for a few moments until the boy looked away. “As far as Standing at Fort goes, you will be barred from Candidacy until Malvayth’s daughter has her first clutch.” Which could be anything from two years, to five, depending on when she felt the urge to Fly. “While I will not recommend you be barred from the other Weyrs, you must understand that they may do so of their own discretion.” He paused for a moment, so that Fediletch could take in and understand all that he’d said so far. “You are not being kicked out of the Weyr,” he said gently. “But I will also have a rider available for you if you wish to transfer elsewhere.”
“Malvayth has requested,” demanded really, but R’nya didn’t feel like elaborating on being bossed around by a gold dragon. “That you be barred from her Hatching. Both the upcoming, and any future ones, including viewing them.” It was fair enough, really, and R’nya didn’t have any issues with the demand. He was fairly sure the dragon would be absolutely impossible come Hatching without the young man that had murdered her daughter standing amongst the candidates – or even watching from nearby.
Leaning forward, R’nya waited until he caught Fediletch’s gaze, and held it for a few moments until the boy looked away. “As far as Standing at Fort goes, you will be barred from Candidacy until Malvayth’s daughter has her first clutch.” Which could be anything from two years, to five, depending on when she felt the urge to Fly. “While I will not recommend you be barred from the other Weyrs, you must understand that they may do so of their own discretion.” He paused for a moment, so that Fediletch could take in and understand all that he’d said so far. “You are not being kicked out of the Weyr,” he said gently. “But I will also have a rider available for you if you wish to transfer elsewhere.”