The Sticky Bandits (2/2)

Writers: Duskdog, Halyonix, Heather, Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 6th August 2024

Characters: N'kayden, H'taysh, Aydhara, K'lvin, A'radess, V'dryn
Description: A prank is carried out on poor Weyrlingmaster K'lvin
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 1, day 4 of Turn 12

N'kayden

H'taysh

Aydhara

A'radess

Everything was ready. Now all that was needed was for Aydhara to go to K'lvin, make her distraction, and give N'kayden and H'taysh time to sneak into the Weyrlingmaster's office and put the glue in the chair.

"Good luck, 'Dhara," N'kayden said, giving his sister a jaunty salute.

}:The Weyrlingmaster is in the Dining Hall,:{ Varinth told the rest of the weyrling dragons. }:He is eating something. Mine is also eating something. A meatroll! Ooo-- Ketlyn, bring me meatroll!:{

Inside the building Ketlyn sighed and stuffed more of the meatroll into her mouth. Perhaps K'lvin would think she was red-faced and sweating because it was spicy.

K'lvin was in fact eating _something_, trying to enjoy a moment of peace as he stabbed at another leafy green on his plate. The peace didn't last long, however, as a Candidate approached him.

"What can I do for you, Aydhara?" he asked. **With this one there's no telling.**

Outside in the bowl, with his hands in his pockets and one eye squinted closed against the brightness, A'radess had no reason to be inconspicuous-- after all he had absolutely no part in this plan and could not have known whether the others were actually _serious_ about it.

It was slightly irritating to be responsible all the time, to be expected to set an example (even if Tarvanneth unquestionably agreed with their suitability), but it didn't _actually_ sound like K'lvin was in any danger of a joke turning into an infirmary trip. Not wanting to be a killjoy, the best thing he could do was maintain ignorance. Go for a walk. Take his oblivious time.

The Weyrlingmaster's bronze wasn't too far off, and that did pull a knowing smile into place. **You still want to ask Xmrenth about his Threadfighting? Now looks like a good time, love.**

Tarvanneth bugled eagerly to the older dragon. }: SIR! Have you ever been _scored_? :{

Aydhara winked back at her brother's salute. They'd done worse to the High Reaches Weyrlingmaster. She did her best to look forlorn; which wasn't hard, considering her best friend Impressed without her. "Hi, sir. Do you have a few minutes? I'm not interrupting, am I?"

K'lvin paused, his hand frozen with another forkful of greens. "Ah," he glanced at his food and then back to Aydhara. "No, no, you're not interrupting." He put his fork down. "Is there something I can do for you?"

N'kayden grinned from a distance and then turned to scurry out of the Dining Cavern. It was time to break into the Weyrlingmaster's office.

H'taysh was waiting outside the office, trying to look as casual as possible, but it was hard to keep the smile off his face as N'kayden approached. "I got the stuff," he said in a hushed voice, indicating his bag with a shrug of the shoulder the strap was currently slung over. "I haven't seen anybody looking. If we're good to go, let's do it!"

"Surely he doesn't just," N'kayden turned the handle of the Weyrlingmaster's office door and his jaw dropped, "_leave it unlocked_!" Luck was certainly on their side as they slipped inside the empty office. "Remember, don't put it anywhere crazy. We don't want to skin him, just... leave him stuck for a while."

H'taysh almost laughed out loud at their luck, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth. He couldn't help but look around warily as they made their way over to the desk and pulled out the chair. "Right. Don't wanna hurt the guy... just get him out of his pants, maybe." This time his laugh was more of a hiccuping snicker, much quieter, as he carefully spread the glue over the seat of the chair. When he felt it was coated properly, he put the jar away again and nodded to N'kayden. "Okay, let's get outta here!"

It wasn't hard for Aydhara to bring on the waterworks. Just a little sniffle. All she had to think about was her brother being off in weyrling training with that dingus H'taysh and not her. "I came all this way from High Reaches, thinking I'd have better luck here. But what if my dragon is back there, and I'm not?"

**Not one of these,** K'lvin thought with an inward groan. He had hoped that having J'nic as a mindhealer on the Weyrlingstaff would mean he could field less of _these_ conversations. "There, there," he said with a gentle pat of Aydhara's shoulder. "Perhaps we should go to my office?" Sobbing in public would be embarrassing for a teenage girl... wouldn't it?

--

N'kayden was sweating, _sweating_, from contained laughter as he and H'taysh hid. Their waiting paid off as they heard Aydhara and K'lvin approaching the Weyrlingmaster's office. And then a new, unexpected voice with cultured tones could be heard near them.

"Is there perhaps a reason why you two are hiding?" V'dryn asked, holding a bowl, a spoon halfway in his mouth.

N'kayden pounced on V'dryn, dragging him behind the tapestry of Faranth's first flight where he and H'taysh were hiding. "Shhhh, don't make a sound," he whispered into V'dryn's ear, while the bowl and its contents lay splattered on the corridor floor.

The sound of Aydhara leaving could be heard, and then, only two heartbeats after her footsteps had faded came the roar....

"WEYRLINGS!" K'lvin's voice boomed down the hall.

"We did it!" N'kayden laughed, and then, "Run!"

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