Punishment Detail

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 7th April 2019

Characters: K'ran, Saidrene, B'turan
Description: Saidrene is late to wing drills, but her punishment from K'ran might be for something else.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 7 of Turn 9
Notes: Takes place directly after "Draw Me Wearing This" and "Guess What!"

K'ran

Saidrene

*****

After visiting J'ackt in the infirmary, Saidrene jogged to her weyr to
grab her
riding gear for wing drills. Ashareth waited impatiently, prancing
from foot to foot, talons scraping against the stone.

}:We're going to be late. I don't like to be late.:{ the green fretted.

**No we're not, silly. Let's go.** Saidrene leaped to her dragon's
neckridge, still shrugging into her coat and gloves, helmet tucked
under her arm as they flew down to the practice field to join the rest
of the Wing.

As the candlemark of the drill arrived, K'ran looked over the practice
field, counting the heads of the dragons in the wing. He noted that
almost all of their dragons were assembled. But, he noted, not quite
all. Brown Caphath was flying down but not in position and green
Ashareth even further back. Caphath and B'turan landed in their place
on the field first.

K'ran waited until both riders were in place and then said, "Now that
we're all here," very dryly. His eyes lingered on Saidrene for a
moment and he had to pull them away to also rake them over B'turan.

Saidrene's insides felt icy as K'ran's reproving eyes locked on to
hers. Was the look just because she'd been late for drills? Or was the
look because of the way she'd showed up at his weyr the evening
before?

}:I told you we were going to be late.:{ Ashareth huffed mentally.

K'ran said nothing else about their lateness and instead went and got
the drill started. Partway through he dropped himself out as though
they'd been injured. This let F'lin take over, and he and Rogueth
hovered above and watching the drills. From here, he was able to look
at all of the riders in the wing, seeing how the individual groupings
moved together and also how the entire wing behaved as a unit. Every
time his eyes locked on a certain nine, his thoughts kept drifting
back to Saidrene and their time together. **Focus,** he chided himself
mentally, getting annoyed when he found it to be more difficult than
usual.

When the drill was over, he faced the wing to give his thoughts. It
centered around how overall, a good drill, but he'd noticed some
formation-keeping problems in some of the nines. He said he'd be
scheduling extra practices in small groups, and then dismissed
everyone. As they started to head out, he added, "Saidrene, B'turan,
please accompany me to my office."

**Shells,** Saidrene thought. The entire drill she'd been on pins and
needles, trying to work hard and ease the scowl that had been on
K'ran's face. She'd never had a Wingleader be displeased with her
performance in the Wing, and despite what had happened between them
the night before, Saidrene didn't want that to change.

"Yes, sir," she murmured, trying to ignore 'the look' she was getting
from a few of her wingmates. Leaving her helmet, goggles, and gloves
tucked beneath one of Ashareth's flank straps, Saidrene fell in line
beside of B'turan and followed K'ran to his office.

"Saidrene, please wait outside," he said, ushering B'turan in and
shutting the door.

The discussion between the Wingleader and the brownrider took around 5
minutes, and Saidrene could hear some raised voices midway through.
When B'turan came out, he had a flushed face and and angry set to his
jaw. "Good luck with him," he snapped off in Saidrene's direction
before stomping down the corridor.

Saidrene winced at B'turan's tone as he brushed past her. K'ran was
not the type to push someone into yelling, at least, not that she'd
seen. A quick glimpse of the previous flashed before her mind's eye.
**Not the time to be thinking about that,** she scolded herself. She
felt nervous as she pushed open the door to her Wingleader's office
and closed it behind her with a gentle 'snick'.

"Well, that sounded as though it went splendidly," she said an attempt
at levity.

K'ran was trying to be as professional as possible, but he couldn't
help but press his lips together and grimace. "He thinks I should be
lenient on him for being late because he was hungover because his
weyrmate left him."

Well, he hadn't snapped at her or given her the cold shoulder, so
perhaps that was a good sign? "I do apologize for being late, I went
by the infirmary to check on J'ackt and time got away from me."

"A more admirable reason than B'turan's, for sure," K'ran said. "Did
Ashareth not warn you?"

"She did," Saidrene confirmed.

He tapped a finger on his desk as he spoke. "Whether you were up late
the night before, or checking in on a friend, there's no excuse for
being late to wing drills." He'd been referring to B'turan's stated
reason in the 'being up late' but then he suddenly remembered that it
could sound like it was applying to him and Saidrene... the tapping
slowed to a stop.

Well, he knew _exactly_ what she had been doing the night before,
Saidrene thought. "Of course, sir." Saidrene agreed, although the word
'sir' felt awkward, since she recalled using that same term with him
the night before, only, the meaning behind it had been much different.

K'ran thought it too, and he had to clear his throat slightly. "I've
given B'turan a sevenday of watch duty at Emerald Falls Hold. For you,
night watch duty here for a sevenday."

Saidrene's eyebrows shot up. An entire sevenday of _night watch_? For
being late to _one_ practice? The fact that she'd been given duty at
night didn't pass by her notice either. To her, it was a clear
indication that she was not invited back to his weyr, and what better
way to prevent that than by giving her duties at night?

To her horror and embarrassment, she felt hot tears prickle at the
backs of her eyes. Shaffit! "Yes, sir," she managed to say in a fairly
even tone.

"You'll remain on the sweepriding rotation, until Panitath clutches
and the Searching rotation begins in earnest," he added.

**More?!** So this was her punishment for showing up at his weyr the
night before, she thought. "Yes, sir," she replied again.

"No questions?" he asked.

Oh, she had questions, but none she would ask. "None, sir."

"You're dismissed then, wingrider," he said. It was more abrupt than
how he usually dismissed any of his riders, and he quickly went to
soften it with, "have a good day". But despite the words his tone was
still quick.

When Saidrene was gone, K'ran looked down at the hides on his desk,
not really seeing them. They shouldn't have done what they did last
night. He needed to get the images out of his head. So he'd been curt
with her. It was unfair. He knew it. She knew it. He was trying to
keep his distance from her, because they had to be professional.
Surely she could see that, and she'd understand it. After the watch
duty, maybe...

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