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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 9:15 pm
If Sharkal was nothing else, he was immature. While he wasn't about to punch a dragonrider (or maybe he just didn't have enough spine to bring down the hurt on those who hurt him), the blond certainly wasn't above going to the rider's superior. He didn't know the weyrlingmaster personally, had no idea who's side the man would take, but as far as the weyrbrat was concerned, it was worth a shot. His nose was broken and he needed to extract revenge.
Trotting into the dining hall, Sharkal glanced around for the older man matching the weyrlingmaster's description. Finally settling on a greying man who appeared to have the appropriate not, the young man slipped over and took the seat across from the rider. "Are you J'ev?" he blurted, dropping his gaze once he'd given the man a good once over. "The weyrlingmaster, right? I got somethin' to tell you."
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:52 am
With the Weyrlings sent to bed, J'ev was left to enjoy a nice cup of klah and some delicious fresh bread in the dining hall. It was his time to relax, and with Throth sleeping up in the weyr there wasn't a better time to do it. As much as he loved his Weyrlings, they certainly did tire him out! His blue was most certainly inclined to agree on that front, though J'ev liked to teasingly remind him that he did three times the talking that the little dragons did. Throth had no comment on that.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, the Weyrlingmaster looked up to find a candidate sitting in the seat in front of him. Though he recognized the face, he couldn't say he remembered the boy's name off the top of his head. No matter though. "Aye, that would be me. What can I do for ye lad?" He offered Sharkal a slice of bread, never one to believe in keeping food all to himself.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 1:13 pm
Thoroughly thrown off by the offer, Sharkal simply blinked at the bluerider, nodding dumbly as he accepted the piece of bread. The candidate hadn't eaten much for dinner and the exchange was more than enough to distract him from his current mission. Offering a small shred to the gold lizard perched quietly on his shoulder. Shimmer crooned quietly and Sharkal didn't look up until the bread was gone.
"Oh, uh." This was harder than it looked. Dropping his bright blue gaze, the blond found something terribly interesting over by the door. "One of the weyrlings hit me. Sir. Like. Right in the fact. Broke my nose, I heard it snap an' it was bleedin' everywhere an' everythin'!" Scowling, he looked back up, pointing to the unnatural bend in his nose. His eyes had dark rings underneath; the wound was clearly a new one.
"She was gonna hit me again, too, but her dragon shoved me outta they way 'er somethin'."
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:09 pm
Good lad. He fed his flit from his own food. Sharkal instantly got five extra brownie points from the old Weyrlingmaster for showing dedication to a dragon-like creature. Hopefully he would Impress at the next clutch. If this was how he treated his flit, then it was probably he'd treat his dragon even better.
J'ev's mood soured instantly, however, when the boy claimed that one of the weyrlings hit him and broke his nose. While he wasn't one to believe ever rumour or story from the mouth of a Weyrbrat, he definitely did have some convincing evidence. The nose did look freshly broken, though he was no Healer, and wouldn't have been able to tell a fist from a close encounter with the table.
The fact that it was a female rider only made things worse.
"Well, I can see that yer nose is broken, lad, but I have to ask: do ye have any witnesses? Ye understand I can't be punishing my weyrlings every time a weyrbrat comes to me with a complaint. Sometimes they just aren't valid, ye know? But if ye got a witness, then I'll need to know who it was."
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:33 pm
"Uhh. What?" Sharkal's face crumpled into a frowed. The blond had honestly thought his nose did all the talking; his eyes were still black from the break! This wasn't fair! This totally wasn't fair! That sharding she-wher...riders always got away with everything, because they think they're better. "This. Isn't. Fair!"
The weyrbrat inhaled sharply, wincing when the snarl jostled his nose the wrong way. He rubbed his jaw instead, glancing up at Shimmer as the little gold began to shiver and chirp, sensing her boy's unhappiness. She glanced across at J'ev, tipping her head and jumping into the air. She was there! She had seen her boy's face broken by another boygirl thing, she had seen.
"Shimmer was the only one," Sharkal muttered unhappily, dropping his gaze to stare holes into the table, unable to look the Weyrlingmaster in the eyes. "I mean, I was in the kitchen n' stuff but I don' think none of them was payin' us attention," the weyrbrat muttered, folding his arms across the table. "Tha' ain' fair! She punched me right in th' face, ain' it wasn' even a good fight! I knew she wan' supposed to hit me! For the love a little green dragons..." Sharkal scowled and refused to gaze up at J'ev.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 6:19 pm
J'ev had seen enough tantrums in his lifetime to know the best tactic for them: keep it cool. Getting riled up wasn't going to get him any closer to the truth, and if a Weyrling of his had hit this boy hard enough to break his nose then there was going to be hell to pay. At least the boy's tantrum was giving some credence to his story. His nose was definitely a fresh break, judging by the wince, which at least meant he'd broken it sometime in the last few days.
He just needed to know if it was a Weyrling or another Weyrbrat.
"If someone hit ye in the kitchen, then I doubt nobody noticed. Even if they didn't see the hit itself, they'd have heard it or seen the aftermath" the Weyrlingmaster pointed out, reaching up to scratch the bristles on his chin. "If ye can give me a name or a face of somebody who was on duty then. One of the cooks would have heard if there was a fight. Do ye remember the girl's name? Or what her dragon looked like?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 5:58 pm
Oh, they'd certainly heard him alright. Sharkal had been shrieking something fierce, the terror of the situation fogging his brain more than usual. He barely remembered the entire event, just the blinding pain and the bit where he screamed himself hoarse. He didn't even really remember what he'd said, but the weyrbrat supposed it wasn't anything terribly important.
The blond glanced up suddenly. He couldn't really describe Y'ul. "She was ugly. Not like a real girl," Sharkal explained, the scowl remaining fierce. "Hardly even knew she was even a girl at all. Her dragon, though. She was a green, and she was all spotty. An'." His explanation ran out there. To be honest, he hadn't been paying that much attention. If he'd know he'd be tested on his observation later, he might have! But his nose, and...
"She never gave me her name, yanno. Jus' bossed me around and wanted meet for her flits. Oh! She has a lot of those. Well. Two. And an egg. But that's a flit now, too."
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 1:26 pm
Ugly?
J'ev raised an eyebrow, however Sharkal's second descriptor was much better. Not looking like a girl narrowed it down considerably. Of the three female Weyrlings, only one of them made an effort to avoid all things feminine. The boy's description of her dragon only sealed the deal. It must have been Y'ul and Erath.
The old man had to resist the urge to sigh as he rubbed his bearded chin. He remembered that girl. It was hard to forget her after he'd had to single her out at the Hatching for trying to go after another dragon. Being one girl out of three only made her easier to remember too. Shards and shells! This was why female riders got such bad names.
"I know who she is. There's only three weyrlings that fit the description of female riders, and ye narrowed it down to one by telling me her dragon's spotted and she looks like a boy. Her name's Y'ul, rider of green Erath." Still stroking his beard, he said, "Well, lad, since yer the victim, did ye have any suggestions for punishment?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 4:42 pm
"Y'ul, of green Erath," Sharkal parroted firmly. That was not a name he would forget, not ever. He'd take this to his grave.
He glanced up at J'ev, eyebrows shooting into his fringe at the offer. "Are you serious?" he asked, surprise quickly mutating into something uglier, angrier. It wasn't often weyrbrats got taken that seriously. There was a good reason for it (Sharkal was probably one of those reasons), but it made it hard to take a serious offer to heart. He never actually thought it would get this far, to be honest. Just make his complaint so he could complain to Norra that he'd tried and she would coddle him and make everything better.
"Uh, I'm not really sure how dragonriders are supposed to be punished. You should just...make her scrub down the entire dining hall, or something. With a little brush. Won't have time to be a she-wher then." Sharkal huffed and turned his head, gazing off. We'll see exactly what this dragonrider was made of.
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