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Loosing His Professionalism

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 7th October 2009

Characters: E'naer, J'nev
Description: E'naer tries to have a prep-talk with J'nev.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 1 of Turn 5


"Thank's for comming, J'nev, please sit down," The wingthird said and
gestured the weyrling to take a seat. He had invited J'nev to his office
for chat.

"All right." J'nev did as he was instructed, just waiting to hear what
the greenrider thought he had done wrong now.

"Ankioth has been growing well. He should be near his full growth
anytime now," E'naer started.

"He's already bigger than some of the bronzes in the Fighting Wings,"
the Weyrling said with a lift of his chin. If E'naer thought they could
hold him back from graduation because of his record, he had better
rethink that. They needed bronzes, and his Ankioth was going to be a
great fighting dragon!

"Yes, he's a handsome one. And you've done much better too during these
lasts months," E'naer said. At least he nor anyother of the Weyrling
wingstaff hadn't heard of any incidents.

Well, it sure didn't take the greenrider long to throw his reputation as
a 'delinquent' up in his face, J'nev thought sourly as he just sat,
waiting for him to get on with it.

"Do you think you're ready to lead your group in Blooding?" E'naer asked
with challenge in his tone. He was bronzerider after all, and need the
leadership experience.

J'nev could hear the snide way the greenrider had asked that question.
"Would I ride a bronze if I couldn't handle the responsibility?" the
weyrling shot back.

"Probably not. Some bronzeriders take it hard when their wingmates don't
come back from Fall," E'naer replied and tried not to sigh. He (or the
'Second or the Weyrling master) had this kind of discussion with every
bronzerider before the Blooding, but J'nev was only one who seemed to
take all his comments as a criticism.

"They will all come back," J'nev said with confidence. They were just
waiting for him to fail, but he would show them.

"Good to hear that," E'naer said. He could only pray that the young man
wasn't over-confident.

J'nev could just see the doubt in the Third's eyes. "I know you don't
think I'm a leader, but I _am_."

"J'nev, I'm not doupting you, your dragon chose you for a reason. You
have the leadership potential. Whether you will be good leader or not,
only time will tell," E'naer said. "Not all bronzerider's become
Weyrleaders,
just remember it. It's your attitude that concerns me and I'm afraid
only
time and experience can modify _that_. You have the need skills and
knowledge, but have taken them into your heart? "

Taking them into his heart? Shards, was he supposed to be a dragonrider
or a harper? "I never said I _wanted_ to be a leader."

"Ankioth says you are one, so start acting like one," E'naer said.

"Ankioth loves me for who I _am_, not for what some greenrider thinks I
_should_ be," J'nev snapped back. "Don't try to tell me how to act!
You are _not_ my father!"

"And I thank Faranth for that," E'naer was angry enough to say it out
loud.

"Is that all, _sir_?" The Weyrling spit out the title like curse word.

"Yes," E'naer said with tired tone. He wondered if he should apologize,
but his attitude rubbed him so badly he couldn't. He was loosing his
profesionalism with J'nev and that was not a good thing. Perhaps he
should just disqualify himself from all the dealings with the young
bronzeweyrling and let someone else deal with him. Well, he would
graduate soon, and then he would be someone else's problem.

Last updated on the October 17th 2009


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