The Other Side

Writers: Devin, Chelle
Date Posted: 28th June 2010

Characters: N'vanik, F'risto
Description: Some riders are caught fighting and N'vanik has to mediate.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 5 of Turn 5

N'vanik

F'risto gave the guard an evil eye as he was escorted to the Weyrleader's
office. It wasn't his fault! The bastard had said something about his sister
and how could he have just let that go? Shaking his head, he stopped when
they reached N'vanik's door.

When the knock came, N'vanik sat straighter in his chair. This ought
to be interesting. He gave permission to enter, and the rider and his
escort walked in. "Have a seat," he told F'risto.

The brownrider came in and sat down, watching the guard as he left the office.
Presumably F'risto wouldn't dare assault the Weyrleader. Turning his attention
to the inevitable, he waited for N'vanik to speak. That shelling ingrate B'rask
had probably already told him some story about it being all his fault.

"So, how about you tell me your side of things."

"Well see Sir, Mirdoth rose a few nights back. My Orgiskth caught. B'rask
didn't seem too happy about it after that. Well then, tonight he came up
to me-pretty sure he'd been drinking cause he smelled it-and he insulted
my sister, calling her something I wouldn't repeat." F'risto stopped, thinking
that about summed it up.

N'vanik frowned. The rider's story was jumbled and didn't make much
sense. "Why would he insult your sister?"

"I don't know, you could probably ask him. Might have been just out of
spite to rile me, but it worked." No one spoke that way about Soloti if he
had anything to say about it.

"So, explain to me what the flight has to do with this?" Either
F'risto was too upset to think clearly, or he was a bit of a dimglow.

"He had ill feelings about the flight and he's been sulking around ever
since, making little comments and that. Course I didn't care till he said
what he said bout Soloti." F'risto had tried to ignore everything, thinking
he'd walk it off.

N'vanik tapped a finger on his desk. "So you caught his dragon, and he
wasn't happy about it?"

"No sir! My Orgiskth and his Geronth were both chasing. My brown caught."

Maybe they were finally getting somewhere. "So it's a jealousy thing?"

"Aye sir, I think he's throwing a fit." F'risto began to think maybe the
Weyrleader was listening after all.

"He baited you and you fell for it. Now I'm gonna have to ground you
both." N'vanik didn't want to, but he couldn't let them go unpunished.

F'risto frowned and sighed. There wasn't anything else he could do about
it if the Weyrleader had made up his mind.

"I'm grounding both of you for two sevendays to start with. I want to see
both of you in my office after that, and if it looks like you're gonna
fight again, I'll extend it." They needed riders in the air, but he
had to balance that with discipline. N'vanik had gained some sympathy
with his former Weyrleaders since he'd won the position himself.

"Allright but what if B'rask comes after me?" F'risto had to be able to
defend himself.

"Then try to get out of the situation as fast as possible." N'vanik
leaned closer. "I can't encourage fighting, so do what you can to
avoid it. But I'm also not going to ask you to stand there and take
it."

He nodded solemnly, understanding in that secret-male-way what
the Weyrleader was saying. "Aye sir."

"Alright F'risto, you're dismissed." Hopefully, both F'risto and
B'rask had gotten fighting out of their systems.

F'risto stood up, gave a quick salute, and left the Weyrleader's office.
If that thickskull even came near him...

Last updated on the June 28th 2010

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