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Weyrling Training

Writers: AL, Jane
Date Posted: 26th June 2008

Characters: Leisenn, Sarant
Description: Leisenn gets a little smug with the resentful Master Sarant.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 10, day 22 of Turn 4

All the teaching masters had their own offices. It was Leisenn's curse that hers was directly opposite Master Sarant's and the limited space and lighting made having the desk face the door the only option.

It wouldn't have been so bad but for the local practice of always leaving the office doors open unless an interview or meeting was in progress.

So, there she sat, for some of every day, facing Master Sarant. It didn't please her much, but she had the feeling it annoyed him far more than it did her.

Across the hall, Master Sarant hunched over his desk, seething inwardly.
Why had she gotten promoted? Well, he didn't really need to ask why, he knew why! It wasn't because of her skills or knowledge. Oh no, it was simply the fact that she was a woman and he was over looked for the promotion because of that.

Sarant snorted derisively, eyes darting upward. Sharding woman. Why couldn't she have stayed in the home where she belonged? Where all women belonged.

"Sarant? Could you make an effort to get those junior apprentice reports to me in the next couple of days," Leisenn called from her office and across the corridor between. She had dithered a bit about mentioning it since her rush for them was directly due to her upcoming move to another Hall - and the promotion that went with it - but she couldn't not say anything because he would just drag out his part of the work until she had to leave with that job unfinished.

Sarant's eyes flicked up to glare at her. After a moment, he answered, his voice tart. "Yes, of course, Leisenn. Is there anything else you need while I'm at it?"

"No. I don't think so. Oh, unless you have any more hidework I should deal with before I leave." She couldn't help it, even knowing it wouldn't improve things. She added: "I've only got another ten days here."

Somehow, the male master managed to keep from wincing, though his frown deepened. "Yes, well, I do have some more things that I think should be...dealt with before you leave." And leave him that much more work to do. Of course, she should have never been made a master at all. She shouldn't even _be_ in the craft! Her place was in the home, so why didn't she stay there?

"Oh? Well, if you could get it ready sooner rather than later. I'm more than happy to clear everything up but I'm also going to need to take a few days to pack my gear since this is a permanent posting as well as a promotion." Leisenn said the words without any particular emphasis, knowing Sarant's own annoyance would do that for her, but her eyes were alight with mischief. In ten days she would be on the other side of the Continent, and would never again have to sit facing this man.

"Of course." Sarant practically sneered and dug through the pile of records upon his desk. He pulled out a small stack, stood, then crossed over to the woman's desk. "Think you can handle this?"

"I hope so. If I can't then there's not a lot of hope for me as a Hallmaster," she looked up and smiled at the other master dolphineer.
"Is there?"

"I should think not." A snort escaped before Sarant could suppress it and he slapped the papers onto her desk.

"Thank you. Do you think you'll move into this office when I've gone?"
It was south-facing and so much cooler during the hot summer months.
It had also been much coveted by the younger master.

"Most likely." Sarant turned his back upon the woman and began to head back to his desk. He wished she would quit babbling and get back to work. Bah, the sooner she left, the better, though he still loathed the idea of the position she would be taking. "Unless there is argument over it."

"No time for arguing, now," Leisenn called after him, rather smug about having driven him off. "I'm going to be busy right up until I leave!"

Sarant kept his head bent over his desk so that she could not see the daggers that would have been thrown from his eyes at her otherwise. In a way, he was glad she was leaving. He just wished that it wasn't go a higher position. That should have been _his_ promotion!

Last updated on the June 28th 2008