Accounting (Required for weyrlings)

[blueaid]

From Tremaith: There's approval for Deoneth's idea, agreement that their riders really ought to have more sense than to go picking fights. Particularly his own. But Tremaith accepts Z'dayi for what he is, and-- while he'll undoubtedly pass along the message, there's a certain tolerant hopelessness in the sigh of a response he gives to the queen. He has no expectation of changing his rider, only the hope that he can occasionally be that positive influence. Ho-hum.

Z'dayi just jogged on, made no indication that he'd received the message.

[Xinnai]

Salina received Ez'ki's reply from Deoneth and sighed. There he went, saying that he was on some crusade or something. Was it anyone's fault but his own if he'd made himself out to be a problem case? She knew the truth, of course--Ez'ki was no more a problem than numbweed was for burns--but H'gar obviously thought differently. A slight sigh as she increased her pace, wanting to get it done with now. She loathed running. She may have been slightly "good" at it, but she still hated it.

She sent a message back to Ez'ki via Deoneth and Xyruth. The gold had a much happier attitude about the task than the blue did. Mine says that we have to let it go for now. We only have a few months left and, she wants me to quote her exactly here, she says, "We cannot go around rousing some bull that's going to be sticking horns in places we don't want them. Best to let it alone and do as we're asked. Then we can get out all the quicker." Mine-Salina does have a point...

Deoneth then gave her bonded Tremaith's response--and Z'dayi's non-answer--and the goldrider slid a glance toward the bronzerider. She asked the queen to relay another message on.

Mine does not ask that you change Yours, but she wonders if she can, at least in someway. She says that his smart-ass remarks aren't going to get him, and anyone for that matter, anywhere. He can mutter them later. She says that if Yours does care about her in any way at all, he would keep such remarks to himself, because she's sure to expire from running like this if he keeps them up and then where will he be when the restriction they like the least is lifted? What he said to Baristath's about the running would be very well taken for her case.

The queenrider may have been exaggerating it slightly. She wasn't going to die from running in any way, but she'd certainly be less keen for certain spontaneous activities if she was swaying and yawning, dead on her feet. Z'dayi had to care about that at least, if he didn't have such affections toward her.

With such thoughts, the little weyrwoman made it to the mark that completed her third lap. Just two more to go. Faranth, would it ever end? At least she might make some headway with the blue and bronze boys. But the running? She was stuck there.