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As per instruction, apparently due to the stress of the previous evening, Ticene had remained within her Weyr. Unfortunately she couldn't refuse Meela when she and R'yn joined forces. Apparently they did on the odd occasion and when both stubbornly claimed that she should do something, the poor woman had no choice but to agree. Personally she felt fine, but apparently she needed to rest after the trials of the hatching. That was a laughable idea, trials, she'd seen worse hatchings than that in her time. People just worried too much was all. Still, better to do what she was told than get in trouble and be forced to spend an entire sevenday cooped up. At least she could get some things done whilst kept in one place, although she had been having Calith sending calls through the chains of dragon minds to get people to her.

One such call had just wandered into her weyr. Sitting up on her sofa, it had also been ordered she not spend all day at her desk, Ticene smiled pleasantly at the young boy, although there was a sad hint to it. "Hello, Ionan. That was nice of you." Well this made things more difficult. It would be much easier to tell Ionan off if he was a spoilt little weyrbrat who thought only of himself. Unfortunately, he was not. The young woman took the bundles from the small boy and laugh slightly. "Is she? Well I'm sure everyone will love your cooking." At the mention of cooking Tic turned her head to look at the sleeping gold. "Unfortunately dragons are only allowed to eat meat. Anything else would make them rather poorly." It would have been nice to say that maybe he could cook her something else, but she wasn't entirely certain he could. She had never tried to feed Calith anything other than raw meat before, too concerned for the dragon's health to allow her anything else.

The mood changed however when the subject of why she had called him there was brought up. She placed the two bundles down on a small table beside her seat and rest her hands on her knees as she looked at the young boy. "No, Ionan, now is not a time to play. I asked you here because what you did last night was extremely dangerous and now we need to talk about what we need to do about and talk about why what you did was wrong."

The woman knew that Ionan's heart had been in the right place. At his age Tic would've run out in front of a dragon for L'fir without a second thought, but that didn't make it any better. Ticene couldn't claim her childhood years were really a good example for anyone. "I know you wanted to help her, Ionan, but she had Hisith to look after her." It was unlikely for the blue to have taken on the human of an impressed dragon. He hadn't shown any interest in going after the other dragons so the green seemed likely to deter him. "Besides, you provoked that blue into coming towards you." Blowing a raspberry at an agitated hatchling was not the wisest plan in anyone's books. Certainly not one that had seemed to have so much pride.

"Yes, I was very afraid that something would happen to you." Tic hugged Ionan, it was true, she had worried for the boy. She was fond of Ionan, for all his getting under her feet and tailing her as she tried to work. The Weyrwoman looked down at the child and raised an eyebrow at his somewhat not completely contrite sounding sigh. Did he really think her so gullible? It was fortunate that Ionan had not been old enough to remember the woman when she had first gotten to the Weyr as a young girl, then he might have actually used some of her tricks against her.

"I'm afraid I can't give you that as a punishment." Because he would enjoy it far too much. Never mind that cleaning Calith was starting to become a more awkward task as time wore on and Ticene would surely be happy of the help in a less than a few months time. "You'll have to give a proper apology to Calith when she wakes up, to walk in on the hatching of her clutch like that was very rude" That was by far the easiest part of the punishment. "As for your actual punishment, you'll sweep out the main hall, alone, each afternoon for the next sevenday." The task was sizable enough that it was likely that sweeping would be how Ionan would spend his whole afternoon each day. She felt the need to stress the 'alone' part. Iona and Pelias may well be too busy now with their dragons to help Ionan, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have other friends who could help.

Let her count this all as experience, usually it wasn't Ticene's duty to dish out punishments to Weyrbrats. Very rarely did any of them do anything bad enough that it needed to be brought to her or R'yn's attention, they were only children after all. It was purely because this had been a hatching matter she'd gotten involved. What Ionan had done was disrespectful to Weyr traditions and Calith, as well as being downright dangerous in the meantime. Candidates opted to go in with hatchlings, they were taught what to expect, how to handle it. So she could use this as experience for when she ended up having to discipline her own child. She had no belief her baby wouldn't get into trouble, it was her and R'yn's afterall and she knew that he'd be no help. Love the man he might, but he wasn't exactly best suited for the disciplinarian role.

Hard as it was to stay firm with Ionan continually apologising and hugging her, Ticene stayed set in her decision. She wouldn't be swayed by Ionan's apologies and calls that it wasn't fair. "No, Ionan. You're to do this chore to understand what you did was very dangerous and the it was also disrespectful. Not just to Calith, but also to how the Weyr does things." Still, she didn't want to sound too harsh on Ionan, he was only a child still. "After you've carried out the task I've given you, then you can come and help me bathe Calith, alright?"

It was difficult to remain steady in the fact of the young child's protests, but Ticene knew that Ionan needed to learn that what he had done was going to be taken seriously. He might not understand the gravity of it, but not every gold would have stopped Comateth from going after him. She might be able to say with complete confidence that Calith wouldn't have allowed the blue to tangle with any one, except the unclaimed candidates, but she couldn't say the same for any other clutching dragon. It was entirely possible that another gold might have let the blue attack the young boy, the aggressive blue barely scratched the surface for the danger that some hatchlings she had heard of were capable of. She couldn't have Ionan, or anyone else for that matter, thinking it was safe for them to just run onto the sands.

Sitting up straight Ticene had to try not to mimic the boy and cross her arms in response. "Calith cannot make a hatchling act any other way than they do, Ionan. If she forced them too hard then it might cause them to jump between. A dragon that hasn't impressed yet is very unpredictable and some of them can react very badly to certain things." Tic hadn't taken kindly to have a six-turn old tell her how things should be run, but she tried to keep her voice even and gentle while dealing with him.

"Alright, well maybe some other time. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." As much as the dragon claimed to have no interest at all, Ticene knew all about her soft spot for children. Calith had always be more tolerant of children than she was of adults. She was too young to tell yet if her tolerance would carry over into when those children were adults, but Ticene hoped it would. Maybe then Calith wouldn't be as defensive of her behaviour.