One more Note For the File

Writers: Eimi
Date Posted: 1st February 2009

Characters: J'nev, T'mahl
Description: J'nev is caught taking his frustration out on others...
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 8 of Turn 5

"Sit down, J'nev," the Weyrlingmaster said, pointing firmly to the chair
across from his desk.

The young weyrling did as he was told, though it was obvious from the
way his jaw was set and his arms crossed over his chest that he was not
happy to be there.

"Now," T'mahl said as he sat down in his chair and fixed his gaze on the
young man, "do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Nothing happened," J'nev shrugged defiantly.

"That's not what A'rius tells me," the older bronzerider said, his eyes
cooling as he stared straight into the young man's rebellious eyes.

J'nev's jaw clenched as stared back, willing himself not to look away.
That stupid A'rius thought he was so superior to everyone, just because
he was on the weyrling staff. The only reason he was sitting on a pile
of firestone teaching them how to sort it instead of in the sky using it
was because he was too young. Well, if he was too young to fight Thread
then in the weyrling's opinion he was too young to be bossing everyone
around and putting on aires. It was about time someone brought him down
a peg! "I was sorting firestone, like I was told. It's not my fault he
kept standing where we were discarding the rejects."

The weyrlingmaster was unconvinced. "A'rius says you were encouraging
the other boys to throw the stones at him. Other werylings corroborated
his version of events."

"Who? B'wol?" He could just see B'wol being a snitch and telling on
him! That little bluerider would permanently sew his lips to any
weyrling staff's arse if he could!

"It doesn't matter who told me what. What matters is that you have been
accused of deliberately undermining the authority of a member of my
staff..."

"Authority?" the weyrling spat out. "Just what gives A'rius any sort of
authority over us? He thinks he knows so much more than all of us just
'cause he's the Weyrlingmaster's pet!"

T'mahl's brow rose. The boy had some nerve to accuse the Weyrlingmaster
of favoritism to his face. "My _pet_, eh?"

J'nev's wall crumbled just slightly under the older man's stern stare.
He shouldn't have just let his mouth run! But he'd go /between/ before
he let T'mahl see that he regretted his choice of words. "He's just a
kid. He doesn't have any cause to lecture us like we're his inferiors."

"He outranks you, J'nev. You may not be his inferior, but you are his
subordinate." And the Weyrlingmaster could identify too well with the
young man, caught between weyrlinghood and the wings. He knew too much
to be a weyrling but was too young to put his knowledge to any practical
use. He was the weyrling's superior, and yet younger than most of them.
His Clutchmates had all moved on while he remained behind... It was
not an easy position, and T'mahl knew too much of the confusion and
frustration that he himself had felt at that age to let any weyrling
give him grief for it. "I will not have you or any other weyrling treat
a member of my staff with disrespect, especially when you could have
hurt someone. You may outrank A'rius in the wings someday, but not
here. If you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will see to it that
_you'll_ be the one teaching weyrlings how to sort firestone after
graduation. Do I make myself clear?"

The weyrling could feel his chest tighten. T'mahl could do it too.
"Yes, sir," he muttered.

"You have too much anger in you, J'nev. I know life at the Weyr isn't
what you expected it to be, but you cannot take it out on the rest of
us. There are consequences that will paid when you do. And speaking of
consequences, you'll spend the next two restdays shoveling out the
dragon infirmary. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir." J'nev could already think of one weyrling's boots that was
going to filled with the fruits of his labor this restday too. Sharding
B'wol... "May I be excused."

The Weyrlingmaster nodded and watched as the boy left his office,
closing his door with just enough force that it couldn't be considered a
slam but definitely showed his displeasure. He let out a long sigh. "I
just don't know what to do with that boy..." he muttered to himself,
reaching for J'nev's file that was already stuffed full of notes.
Someone had to reach that boy. There was so much potential there, and
too much pain. The boy was lashing out, and as much as he wanted to,
T'mahl just didn't know how to help him.

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