One Last Chance
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 18th March 2024
Characters: Saibra, Yasmeane
Description: Yasmeane still hasn't made any progress, so the Weyrwoman has one last plan up her sleeve.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 13 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: Eyvia, D'kere (not by name), Talwynn (not by name)
This post references events from the "Accused" series
Yasmeane dragged her feet a bit as she approached the Weyrwoman's office. She hated these monthly check-ins, almost more than she hated her biweekly visits with the mindhealer.
**They're going to punish me forever,** she thought with a sigh. Yet that good-for-nothing bronzerider had gotten to run off to Barrier Lake with his greenrider. Her fingernails bit into her palms as she curled her hands into fists.
A surge of anger washed over her.
}:What's the matter now?:{ Isaroth huffed with agitation. She didn't like it when her rider felt this way, and her rider felt this way all too often.
Her green's concern tempered her anger... a little. **I have to meet with the Weyrwoman.**
}:Why is this a problem? She is our leader.:{
**Don't worry about it,** Yasmeane sighed, blocking the rest of her thoughts from her lifemate.
Schooling her features into an aloof mask of indifference, Yasmeane knocked on Saibra's door and entered when ordered.
"Yasmeane, please have a seat." Saibra's smile was pleasant and polite, but there was also a steely nature to her blue eyes. These monthly meetings weren't easy for her either.
Yasmeane sat in front of the Weyrwoman's desk, perched on the edge of the chair, back ramrod straight.
"Your flight performances have been strong this month," Saibra began.
"But?" Yasmeane's chin lifted.
Saibra inhaled and exhaled slowly through her nose. There was something about Yasmeane's overall defiant nature that made it difficult to keep her own temper in check.
"But Eyvia still says there has been no progress in your mindhealer sessions. You've been attending them for a Turn now."
"I have been doing exactly what I was ordered to do," Yasmeane answered, one eyebrow lifted.
The Weyrwoman's hand tightened on the armrest of her chair. "And yet there's no progress?"
"Maybe she's not a good mindhealer," Yasmeane shrugged.
**Maybe she's not a good mindhealer,** Saibra mimicked Yasmeane's annoying voice in her mind.
"You would prefer to see someone else?" Saibra offered instead.
The young greenrider's shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I'll do whatever my Weyrwoman commands."
"Oh, really? Because I think I've told you before to change your sour attitude and quit living in the past, and yet, here we are." Saibra's face wore a smile, but there was nothing but ice behind her eyes.
Anger simmered in Yasmeane's dark green eyes. "Quit living in the past? _Quit_living_in_the_past?!" She stood up so quickly the chair she was sitting in flipped over and clattered loudly on the stone floor. "_You_ try living in the present when you're constantly having to dig up your past every time you go to the flamin' mindhealers. Oh, and yeah, have I mentioned that everyone is terrified of winning Isaroth's flights? No one wants to be the next on 'Crazy Yasmeane's' list of accused. And then I get to sit through _these_ lovely, insightful meetings where I'm constantly reminded that I'll be under your thumb _forever_." Her chest heaved as she dragged in a breath.
Saibra shot to her feet as well, both hands braced on her desk. "I'm glad you got that off your chest, Yasmeane, now _sit_down_." An authoritative roar from Chioneth echoed from the ledge outside.
}:Mine. Mine. Sit down.:{ Isaroth pleaded.
Yasmeane jaw clenched and for a moment she remained standing, eyes locked with Saibra's, before she slowly lowered herself back down into her chair.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Saibra retook her seat as well.
"Okay, it seems like we need a new way to approach this." The Weyrwoman steepled her fingers together for a moment, thinking about what Plan B looked like for Yasmeane. "I am going to pair you with a rider. You will eat with them. You will go on Sweeprides with them. You will go on Search with them. You will see them _every_day_."
"I don't underst - "
Saibra's hand slashed through the air, cutting her off.
"You need someone in your life, Yasmeane, who isn't your mindealer and who isn't your Weyrwoman."
"So you're going to _assign_ me a 'friend'?" Yasmeane snorted.
"Well, you've failed to make any on your own, haven't you? This is the last life preserver I'm throwing, Yasmeane. Do you understand?"
Yasmeane's chin lifted again, but her eyes didn't meet Saibra's this time. "Yes, ma'am."
"Good. His name is X'eri. I'll let him know you'll be seeing him tomorrow." Saibra desperately wanted to like this young greenrider. She wanted to be in her corner, but Yasmeane was one of the most impossible people she'd ever met. Perhaps X'eri would have better luck.
Last updated on the March 19th 2024