Fear of Resentment (1/2)
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: Devin, Len
Date Posted: 12th June 2024
Characters: R'lor, Sh'del
Description: R'lor and Sh'del discuss the change in their roles.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 11 of Turn 11
R'lor sat in his new office, writing ideas down on a slate. There was certainly no need to overhaul the classes and drills but R'lor wanted to make adjustments. Given the unrest with the holders, additional self-defense training would be a good idea. He frowned as he made a note of that. He also had some ideas about the later lectures on mating flights that would likely be . . . unpopular with the bronze and brownriders. R'lor's lips twitched.
A tiny green flit popped out of the air, squeaking to announce her person’s arrival. Sh’del gave a musical tap on the half opened door and ducked a head in. “You’d better bolt all those candidate papers down mate or she’s going to scatter them.” Indeed, Trouble had landed beside the papers on the desk with a bright gleam in her eye and her front talons extended for optimal damage.
R'lor stared at the firelizard. "_No_," he said firmly.
The green flit reared up on her hind legs and pounced on top of the papers, sending them scattering across the desk. Sh’del groaned inwardly but was just too worldweary with her antics to discipline her. He was on the loosing end and had found that out turns ago.
Limping slightly, he walked to the desk and began tidying the papers. “It’s not officially your office until this one trashes the place.” He looked around the look with a rather sad look, knowing he’d never be fit enough to be Weyrlingmaster again.
}:If you touch my rider's things again, I will eat you!:{ Kularth told Trouble, his mindvoice furious. }:Begone!:{ He wouldn't tolerate anything that would give his rider undue stress or threaten their new position.
R'lor took a moment to filter out his dragon's anger and his own nervousness at seeing Sh'del. He knew it was childish of him to avoid the brownrider who had so recently been his superior, but he worried Sh'del would see him as stealing his position.
At that the green flit cried out and leapt to her person’s shoulder, wrapping her tail around his throat so tight that Sh’del had to stop what he was doing and forcibly loosen the choke hold. From her he got impressions of blue dragons eating her. Sh’del glanced down at R’lor, taking in the worried expression on the bluerider’s face. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “This a bad time for you? I can leave you to it.”
As if R'lor needed more strain between him and Sh'del. "Kularth is . . . upset at her making a mess. We've only just been promoted, and for a bluerider to get such a rare opportunity . . . he doesn't want anything to endanger that." He wondered if one of the Candidates might be able to help Sh'del properly train his firelizard.
Sh’del raised his other eyebrow. It couldn’t remember R’lor ever being this touchy before. “Well…trust me…a flit being an air head won’t endanger your new position. If that was the case, very few of us would be running anything.” He laughed to take any implied criticism away from his words. He mused over R’or’s words. Bluerider and rare opportunity stood out. “You okay…need to talk? There any bronzeriders giving you trouble?” He wouldn’t put it past some of the knuckleheads to get snooty around the bluerider. At the sound of her name, Trouble, chirruped and rubbed her cheek against her person’s cheek. He, in turn, sat down in the chair opposite R’lor’s so he could see the man’s face clearer, his own lined with concern.
"It's . . . " Kularth was complaining, _loudly_ and R'lor mostly agreed with him. A dark thought crossed his mind: had Sh'del brought Trouble in here deliberately to cause chaos, knowing he could maintain his own innocence? Sh'del had never struck him as vengeful or underhanded, but people could change, especially if they thought they'd been slighted. No, that had to be R'lor's own fear talking. Kularth's anger wasn't helping either. "If you ordered Trouble to leave, would she obey? I'd like to have a conversation with you, but it's hard to focus when I'm constantly worried she's going to damage something."
The blue was seething that a green firelizard had blatantly disobeyed _both_ of them. Gone meant gone, and he didn't want Trouble anywhere near his rider's things. Kularth had a great deal of patience for youngsters, but Trouble was no baby.
“She won’t obey me, but I know one who she will listen to. Hang on a moment…” Sh’del reached out to his big brown. *Loranth, you mind?*
The tall dark brown silently glide down to where Kularth was. He landed next to the smaller blue. In a high note he kept only for Trouble, he whistled for her. With a squeal the flit darted out of the office and to her favourite dragon.
Sh’del watched her go with a snort. “Maybe I should have named her Terror, eh?” He brought his gaze back to R’lor. “Okay, the place is now safe, what’s going on?” What was bothering R’lor?
Last updated on the June 16th 2024