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V'tyai had things to do, people to see. The night crept closer and he actually wanted to go and see a man about a horse - or a wher, rather. He'd discussed a possible interview with several of the new Watchriders in the area, more of a bother than anything, but had yet to set up an actual time. It meant that V'tyai figured he could go about his merry way unless asked otherwise. When not watching out for flailing little Candidates and talking to J'car about what was or was not... he liked to pretend he had a life.

Somewhere.

Kind of.

In his mind, Ogbanuth yawned and murmured to his human. There is a little human woman headed into your weyr, V'tyai. He stretched out and sent the Pesterdragon a wave of acknowledgement, more than content to not bother further with words. They took too much effort to care about and His was no good with them anyway. He was, in short, the worst weyrlingmaster's dragon ever. They both liked it that way.

Vit's head jerked up, a frown etched across his face. The woman hovered near the entrance of his weyr, calling out for... Warden V'tyai? He pulled on his shirt, halfway buttoned, and jerked open the door to his little weyr to glower at her. "It is Weyrlingmaster V'tyai. If you're going to be doing interviews, you best learn the titles properly. Or better yet, go and call Secondary Warden C'tis 'Bluerider C'tis' or 'Guard C'tis'. See how far that gets you. How long will this take?"

He pushed open the door further anyway and stepped inside, waving her in with a sigh. It had a small hammock with blankets and two pillows, two chairs, a round table big enough for those two chairs, a few trunks for clothing, a desk with paperwork and writing utensils. It looked bare, otherwise, but with the size of the weyr it could be downright cluttered. Being demoted from a two room weyr to a studio apartment did not make for a spacious stretch of land.

"No, no, just ask your questions, do whatever you need to do in order to get this done with." V'tyai shook his head and finished buttoning his shirt, looking around his room for the belt. Her question made him pause, the scowl slowly deepening though not at the other bluerider. the Weyrlingmaster rolled his shoulders, pulling the belt on with a final 'click'.

"Insubordination," He said after a short moment, his tone flat. It lacked any of the previous acid. When he turned to face her, his eyes were hard and chin up a notch. "I screamed at him and called the Warden names while in private and then ignored a direct and specific order in public during a confrontation with wherhandlers, undermining his authority. All of this after arguing with him after Brakiheth's Run that the eggs should remained untouched and prisoners allowed to Stand for them."

He pulled back his shoulder length hair and bound it into a quick, low bun. "It was left off the official records so as to not add to the numerous reports of me being a complete jackass. Now I teach baby dragons and yellow-spotted hordes on how not to kill them."

"Yellow-spotted hordes. The Weyrlings. Some are criminals, some are not. Thus the group is spotted with yellow and since there is a mass of them, I am calling them a horde." He bared his teeth in what could have been a smile and tightened his belt a notch. "It sounded better than 'smattering of frauds and liars among the ranks', or at least I thought so until it wasn't understood."

V'tyai's shoulders tightened. The short man stared at her for a long moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice nearly dripped with sarcasm. "Oh yes, that would be so easy. Especially considering the hell of a time we had the first go around with the donated clutch - those were fathered by bronzes and normal golds. Brakiheth ha been sick from birth, she could barely fly, and the one that sired the eggs was a blue. People would have absolutely flocked from the four corners of Pern for the honor of Standing. We'd have been overwhelmed."

He threw his hands in the air, head shaking. "Shaff that. We've had reformed former prisoners - a few even work here as guards, one as a wherhandler. Who's not to say that there could be more, eh? A dragon needs a human to bond to so, which is worse, a thief on a dragon that can't hurt people or a dead infant between because a jumpsuit kept them apart? Those Candidates Stood even after seeing what Dragonlessness could do to a person. I say they deserve it and I don't ******** know what he had planned. I don't care."

"There are plenty who want a chance to Stand at other places. This is Warden's. In case you haven't noticed, we don't live like Lordholders here." V'tyai snorted and paused again. Deep breathes, V'tyai. Deep breathes. Somewhere Ogbanuth stirred, prodding at his temper with a quiet sort of calm. She was doing her job, asking questions, and perhaps thought provoking him would get her more answers than not. "Ramoth help me - look. Perhaps it escaped your notice, although shaff if I know how, you're a woman in the watch, but the people generally in charge of the Watch aren't much for change. That's good and well, I am a member of the Watch myself, but they still have issues with gay bronzeriders. Browns are frowned on when they Fly golds. Put a quiet, cringing boy on a blue in the Weyrleader position, how well do you think that would go over? It's new. It's possibly chaotic. If blues can breed metallic like we've seen with Lasoth, why do we need bronzes? Why should they be in charge?"

The Weyrlingmaster shook his head again, slower than before. "Don't play stupid. You know all of that as well as I do just as I'm sure you know you'll never rise above Wingleader in the Watch if you're lucky. You're a woman."

Hackles rose when she chuckled. His anger flared when she assumed to know why he came to Warden's. The weyrlingmaster bared his teeth in the same manner he had C'ross except this time he only had Ogbanuths presence telling him no, stop instead of Taavetti's. "Presume one more thing about me and you will be escorted out of my weyr none too gently, Watchrider. One. More. Thing." Deep breath and voice a growl. "Saain, thirty turns old, Dust manufacturing. Lin, fifteen turns old, theft and Dust distribution. Luka, twenty four turns, destruction of property. B'yte, seventeen turns, Dust distribution. Marue, eighteen turns, fraud. Hiemal, twenty eight turns, forgery.Fifteen. Seventeen. Children. Likely to be let out after their four years and not a single one of them a bad person. Why shouldn't they have Stood?"

Except maybe Marue, but he figured she just hallucinated.

V'tyai's face briefly flickered pity for her and he shook his head again. It was his default expression, something brought on by years of dealing with inmates and drug dealers before that. "Feel free and try to change it. Endgame is that T'di disappeared along with his dragon. He didn't have many friends, no one heard from him, no dragons keened for Mordanth's death. You should all try finding him."

Nitpicking. Right. Fine. He could nitpick. She was speaking to a man that still thought his friend for a turn could stop liking him for a multitude of reasons. V'tyai's face linefaced when she attempted to squirm around the word 'presumption'. "Presumption - to assume something is true based on probable evidence, a ground or reason for assuming something is true. Harpers have noted it can also be mixed with 'arrogance', 'gall', or 'assuming'. On the other hand 'guess' is defined by making an assumption based on insubstantial proof, to suppose, to estimate. Considering you're using a logical example, you're presuming."

V'tyai. Ogbanuth murmured in conjuncture to Melangth's own. While I am impressed you've taken it upon yourself to learn my extensive vocabulary, perhaps now is not the time.

V'tyai did not twitch. "Five irregular dragons, four of them alive. The first was a small gray dragon. M'onk had him killed. There were two other grays, a pink male, and a small metallic that calls herself an opal. To be quite honest, I'm shocked you people aren't more curious as to a new metallic. One gray went to a criminal, the other to someone in records, one of the yellows to a prisoner. Lasoth was a Stands Impression."

When people say he is grumpy, most don't believe him. Ogbanuth said to Melangth. It is wide to head such warnings about Mine. I do not believe anyone warned Yours, though?