Weyrling Gossip (Open to weyrlings/weyrling staff)

[Invisible]

(OOC: This takes place a day or two after Finneth's flight)

It had been the covert talk of the weyrlings for some time. The whole brawl with the Caminar that the weyrling staff was involved with. None of the weyrlings had been there, but they had all heard the stories. Some say it was I’dalyn who started the whole thing and others that he had stopped it. Others said that I’dalyn had gone to the rescue of K’houry because they were having some sort of affair. And didn’t Daisulyth just catch Finneth in her flight? There was definitely something going on and it had been hard for some of the weyrlings to keep the smirks from their faces since THAT news had gotten out. No one could remember who had snuck into the weyrling barracks to share that, but before the weyrlingmaster could have left a particular bed his entire class knew what had occurred. Hardly surprising considering some of the riders who had lost the flight.

This morning while waking up, stumbling around to make cots and check on dragons there were plenty of hushed conversations. Plenty wondered how the staff would behave and who might get in trouble by saying something wrong. Right now the odds on favorites for extra chores were Ez’ki and Z’dayi. They were watched closely so that someone might be around them the first time they came in contact other than lessons with either I’dalyn of K’houry.

K’mar took no part in the betting because he thought there no reason to. Even Volsteath had not considered it important. The pair were up and K’mar was dressed and ready to go, but since no one else was going to feed hungry dragonets yet they lingered in the barracks. Volsteath was keeping an eye on a couple of greens and occasionally sharing thoughts with them while K’mar tried to ignore what the brown did. He knew Volsteath was too young to be courting the greens, but it still made him uncomfortable. I am just making friends, K’mar. There is nothing to worry about. Greens talk a lot and we will learn much from them later.[/color] I guess, but it looks like- Like what?[/color] Nothing.

He was not going to try to explain that again. Volsteath was just too young to understand about mating flights and there was no sense encouraging him to learn. Instead K’mar watched the others and considered maybe starting a conversation with one of his fellow weyrlings. The question was who?

[dragon]

T'rad had found himself amongst the not so subtle, yet quiet conversations. He wasn't really speaking, but he was definently not beyond catching up on the latest weyrling gossip. The particular group he was with was nearby K'mar, but T'rad hadn't really noticed the brownrider. The boy was far too busy listening in on the details of conversation.

Paleoth was chatting up a green dragonet as his rider was too distracted to be of any entertainment to the blue. Paleoth was still clueless to the idea of a mating flight and the green was probably just as clueless. However Paleoth was finding the conversation amusing as they compared their riders. T'rad always seemed to be Paleoth's favorite conversation topic.

T'rad had gave a smirk as he heard the latest gossip concerning his weyrlingmaster. A fight and a flight, eh? Certainly he hoped the conversation wouldn't be broken any time soon, or that said weyrlingmaster would come and interrupt them at an ill opportune time.

[blueaid]

Z'dayi was still in bed, determined to stay there as long as possible. His arm was thrown across his eyes, his blanket was pulled up to his chin, and he was resolutely not listening in on the whispers of the roused weyrlings. That was, until a pair of chattering greenriders plopped down on the cot next to his and began gossiping away while their dragonets were engaged with Volsteath and Paleoth respectively. Then he tossed in a very annoyed, "Would you two please just stuff it?"

With a grunt, now awake, now dealing with Tremaith being irritated that he was lolling about in bed, the bronzeling shoved himself up one one elbow and scrubbed his sleepy face with his hand while he peered around the subdued morning barracks. "Seriously, who cares if they fought and fuc-- went to bed together." He grasped at a slightly less blunt turn of phrase when his eyes landed on one young'un who probably couldn't cope with a more to-the-point version of what did or did not happen between I'dalyn and K'houry.

"'Less they gotta lot of broken bones or they're gonna spend days cuddlin' each other, it probably ain't gonna get us out of chores and lessons, so what difference?" He sounded whiny, petulant; waking up wasn't his favorite thing to do (period), so waking up to the chatter of gossip was just that much worse.

[Invisible]

K’mar actually had an answer for Z’dayi and for a couple of seconds he considered not sharing it. But in the end he decided it would cost him nothing. “Because if they’re involved or if I’dalyn or K’houry are mad about the flight then who will they take it out on?” He looked around to those nearest him. “That’s right. Us. We’re the bottom of the hill where it all rolls. We better hope nothing like that happens. I don’t want to be scrubbing stone for a week because they’re pissed off or embarrassed about winding up in bed together.” From Volsteath he got a nudge of approval for his words. He had explained the situation and actually spoken to people without prompting from the brown.

[Xinnai]

Salina sat on a cot, legs swinging idly as she listened to it all. She hadn't spoken much, just listened. So, the Weyrlingmaster and the grouch. She'd never seen it coming, especially since rumor had said K'houry had taken a swing at I'dalyn. The bruise around the brownrider's eye had certainly substantiated the story the next day.

The goldrider chewed at her lip, mind whirring through possibilities. K'houry was weyrling staff. What if the two of them did take it out on the weyrlings? What K'mar said certainly had more than probability to it. The men would not be able to take it out on anyone but them if they weren't happy. And how could they be? The greenrider was a psycho and a completely sour man to boot. I'dalyn at least seemed to be slightly content. There was no way the two could work.

Salina stood and prodded at Z'dayi. If she had to be awake, so did he. "It's like K'mar said. If they're angry, they're going to take it out on us." A soft sigh wafted from her as she leaned against the cot, arms folding over her chest. This was more than gossip, they were discussing their own grim futures of endless backbreaking and pointless work. "Who knows what they'll make us do."

[blueaid]

After blinking at K'mar, Z'dayi turned the same bleary eyes toward Salina, none too happy to be prodded. "Hands off, sugar," was his drawled warning, his smirk downright sleepy while he rubbed a hand over his offended shoulder.

"And both of you are makin' mountains outta wherry mounds. Ain't no use worrying about how they're gonna react or what they're gonna do to us, is there?" He swung his legs over the side of his coy, stretching hugely while he frowned around the buzzing barracks. "Like a buncha old aunties," he muttered with derisive humor.

[Xinnai]

Salina shrugged, sinking to the floor and looking around at the rest of the weyrlings. They were all gossipy with the news, lips flapping with it. She rubbed hands over her face, hiding her yawn within them. It was too early for all of this.

"D'you wanna do more chores?" She mumbled through her hands, neck turning to look up at the bronze rider above her. She gave his foot a shove. "I know you don't. Still. You're right. We can't do anything until they get here." She sighed in dejection. They weren't going to live through this, not if more chores were piled on top of them.

[Invisible]

Future bronzerider he might be, but K’mar could not think of Z’dayi with anything but scorn. He squandered a gift that many at the Weyr would kill for. He had impressed. He was someone now and he wanted to sleep through it. It was disgusting and he couldn’t keep that feeling entirely out of his voice as he spoke. “We’re just thinking of the future. If there’s going to be trouble we should all be working together to make sure no one suffers more than anyone else.” He glanced away from Z’dayi then because he was sure if anyone was going to cause trouble it would be him.

He turned his attention to Salina and made a brief chopping gesture to take in the whole barracks. “You should try to talk to some of them.” Like Ez’ki for instance. “I mean, you’re one of the Weyr’s future leaders. They should get used to listening to you. Just, you know, make sure they know that any trouble is going to come down on us all.” Which would mean retaliation upon those who caused it. Like her friend. Wasn’t he so politic for not saying so? “We should look out for each other. That’s what we’re expected to do.”

[neopanther]

Having been preening himself Ez’ki re-entered the room Xyruth was still sound asleep. He ran a comb through his hair at length, was not overly bothered, the ends still wet from having recently washed it, these ‘fighting’ bouts were doing his head in, he had devised a way to tie all of his hair up, so it wasn’t grab-able, but still as one fought dust rose, and it tended to nestle within his hair, and he disliked it. He tried to focus in on the conversation, gossip. Well that was always good. He sat cross legged opposite the others, Z’dayi stil in his cot, looking Very tired, Sassie was sat next to him and K’mar opposite. Okay, subject matter... cuddling... blah blah blah irrelevance, I’dalyn and K’houry.

Hold on one minute, Faranth’s shell. Now, that seriously could not be... no “They’re... no.” Ez’ki sounded pretty disgusted, he thought of old grumpy K’houry, and then the young I’dalyn, and obviously winced at the thought, “Thats... wrong. How can, what did, I don’t. What?” He said confusion furrowing his brow as he looked forward at his fellow weyrlings.

Then realisation dawned, and his words were callous but slow to form;
“Shards.” He winced again, “Now we’re in for it.”

[Xinnai]

Salina looked over at K'mar, eyebrows raised. Look was bland, but inside she was scrambling. Was the man seriously presuming as to tell her what to do? As weyrwoman? She tucked tongue into cheek, glancing about the rest of the barracks. No matter that...He had a point. If any of them dared to bring on the ire, she'd thump them herself. Or get someone else to.

It was with a wince that she decided it would be the bluerider and bronze that she consorted with at moments that would be the ones to cause it.

Salina looked over at Ez'ki as he sat beside her, lips twisting in amusement. So he hadn't heard. And he was digusted like the rest of them. Best of all, he realized what it meant. The goldrider sighed and reached for his hand, squeezing at it and looking at him in all seriousness. "You won't bring it on us, please? You know how you are, Ez." She was begging now, unable to command Ez to do anything. She just didn't have the heart for it. "Please. We're worn out enough as it is." Head craned back once more to look at Z'dayi, eyes just as pleading. "Please."

[neopanther]

Sighing and shaking his head Ez’ki felt a little outnumbered here. Sassie pleading with him. And just him, “Bring it in on you?” He repeated, “Shards I bring it to no one but myself.” He shook his head, then sighed, “But fine, I’ll say no word, we’ll see how awkward they are, that’ll be enough of a laugh, and see how t hey try to battle on through today. Shards but that’s so disgusting.” He cringed again eyes rolling in his head, as he thought of the sheer distaste. Yeah I’dalyn was not an overly bad looking guy, but K’houry... shards that man was a state. It was like he hadn’t removed himself from his Weyr in over a century of turns!

He shivered again, “Shards butt we’re gonna be in enough trouble as it is, I recognise that,” He shared Sassie’s look of displeasure towards Z’dayi, “I don’t think it’s a safe subject yet, I think it’s so far in the dodgy ground that even we can’t try to broach it.” He shrugged apologetically, “Maybe in a sevenday.” A wicked grin lit his features.

[Invisible]

K’mar wondered if Salina’s apparent incompetence would be the reason she was finally the junior Aderes allowed to stay. After all, the way she acted the girl would be no threat to the senior’s power. It might get her transferred just to be done with her as well. She might hope for better next time around. Begging? And a bluerider? Friend or no that was not going to sit well with the others. K’mar was not going to be the only one who looked with distaste upon the girl when that was discovered. If by her remaining her friends thought they could get away with anything… He shared his disgust with Volsteath who turned his gaze to Deoneth. She is young, K’mar. She might not realize the mistakes her rider makes. It is our job to make sure she does not let her rider damage their place.[/color]

Rather than worry about new weyrwoman’s problems K’mar looked at Ez’ki. “Shards you’re an idiot,” he told the bluerider with a snort. “You think your being an ass isn’t going to make your friend look bad? She’s going to be laughed at for it.” As for Z’dayi, well, really. Clearly there had been something wrong with more than one of the bronzes who had hatched in this clutch. “The older all our dragons get the more she’s going to be expected to act like a weyrwoman and not your friend. And if she doesn’t…” Shaking his head he turned away to make sure his cot was made as neatly as possible.

“And don’t be looking too smug,” he told Ez’ki as he turned back around. “You ride blue. You’re as liable to end up in an old man’s bed as anyone else. Even bronzes aren’t immune from that.” In case Z’dayi might think himself above such things. It was rare for a bronze to catch a green, but it happened. Only if Tremaith were more industrious than his rider of course. And all the while K’mar talked he was unaware of what Volsteath did.

The brown directed his mind to the gold’s and he slid into her thoughts with the distant sound of laughter and the sense, before he spoke, that something was listening. Your rider is going to be in trouble[/color] he warned Deoneth before withdrawing from her mind. That was all. If she wanted to know more she would come to him.

[Xinnai]

The shock rippled through her, just as she was set to reply to Ez. Now K'mar was speaking against her out loud for everyone to hear. It took a lot to get Salina riled. And before she even knew what was going on, she was on her feet, eyes blazing. How dare he? Speaking as if she weren't here! Teeth gritted and she took a step forward, her small body nearly shaking with her anger.

"K'mar, if you have something to say about me, please, say it to my face." Her voice was even even if her face wasn't. She was livid, absolutely burning with her anger. "There is nothing saying whom I can't be friends with. It is unfortunate for you that I choose Z'dayi and Ez'ki." She took a deep breath to try and stifle the irrational anger that surged through her. She never got mad. Never. And she wasn't going to let some uppity brownrider push her to it. "Have you anything else to say? Or are we done here?"

Deoneth was reflecting her rider's feelings, eyes whirling with the hues of them as she sat up, roused from her sleepy and content mood. She did not like Volsteath's tone and when she spoke, her own was biting and cold. Watch your step, brown. You start looking too high and there will be others to bring you down. You do not worry about Mine. You or Yours. You think about your own miserable existences and forget her. The gold stood, going to her rider's side. She nudged at her soothingly, her own anger spiking through her blood. She wasn't going to deign the brown with asking exactly what he meant. She thought she might have a good idea already.

[neopanther]

Having heard Salina speak he found himself a little calmer, but the fury had come over him for a moment before control was re-obtained. K’mar had some front leading off at him. But the fact the brown rider to be was doing so, just showed that Ez’ki was affecting him. And Ez liked having power like that, so he done nothing but smirk, he didn’t care what the brown weyrling had to say, K’mar was of no significance to him. He knew what the boy had to say was all but irrelevant, and well there was nothing about it that he actually gave a damn about, so he sighed, softly, as though weary, “My actions do not reflect upon her,” He stated nonchalantly, “She is almost infallible, all here know her from before my time, I am obviously taking no effect upon her, just her friendship. A friendship than can and will survive rank, for which you are jealous.” He shrugged, the matter was obvious K’mar was a vile person who desired power, he held no social prowess, and was as blunt as a dull object. Tact was nowhere near his vocabulary. His crass, crude nature made Ez’s distaste for him rise.

“Yes, I know I will ride a blue, and I know blues are common catchers in a green rising flight, and I expect nothing but for Xyruth to match and flaunt his prowess, and out fly you and yours in such occasions, seen as a brown cannot rise to a queen either. Best a vile boy like you will do is become wingsecond,” Ez’ki shrugged, as though he doubted that was a possibility. “You have no social skills K’mar, how can you even hope to attain something like that.” His words fluent and each one enunciated proudly and perfectly, “I don’t care that blue’s or any colour catch greens, Men do not faze me. Sex is Sex,” Again curt words added effect, he paused to let the obviously naive boy grasp the monumental concept. “The only reason disgust resides for those two is because I’dalyn is a good man, and K’houry is a grouchy old git, who needs to learn of hygiene. It is in fact something Salina and I discussed at length before impression, she will corroborate that I don’t really fear it.

“Xyruth is my dragon, and He is as proud of me as I am of him, you do not feature in the equation. Deoneth is to be a fantastic queen, the likes of which will overshadow you, Z’dayi and His, you are naught, again, in comparison to them.” He shook his head, looked at the brown rider scornfully. It was a miracle, but Ez had remained seated as he read the brown rider his acts.

His bonds’ disgust was stirring the small blue, What is the fuss about Ez’ki
Naught, just K’mar there believes he is above us, and finds it just to lecture me, and insult Salina.[/i]
Xyruth stirred, displeasure and anger twirled through his eyes, He knew there was no reason to like that one.

[dragon]

T'rad still was quiet as the weyrlings gossiped, but by now the conversation was starting to get old. All they were doing was going over the same subject of the flight. An elbow rested on a knee to allow a chin to rest on a hand as he continued to listen in, just hoping for new bits of information or a new subject matter to arise.

Unfortunantly T'rad didn't expect the conversation to go so bad. Though with K'mar, it probably should have been a given. Now three were going at it. He could only be relieved that he wasn't dragged into it. But should he say something? It would be best to defuse the situation.

"I believe K'mar has the right of it. It will come down on us, but wouldn't our best bet be to stick together? We can't hope to accomplish anything while we're stuck arguing amongst ourselves", T'rad spoke out, not sure that was the exact thing he intended to say. But this situation was getting a bit too fussy. "Besides. He may overhear all this fuss and I don't imagine he'd be all too happy over it. I wouldn't want to add grease to that fire", T'rad added afterward.

Paleoth, meanwhile, wasn't liking the turn of conversation. His fun was being interrupted and now he was no longer chatting to the green that he was previously. His wings twitched a bit in aggitation. Why couldn't everyone just mumble to themselves like they were before?