Stewing Before Sleep
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 1st October 2009
Characters: R'syl
Description: An Exhausted R'syl stews on Zharesti's words before going to bed.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 5, day 10 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: Zharesti, M'galec
Follows "Putting up With It".
R'syl collapsed full length on his bed with a groan, grateful for once for the extra space.
If he had to deal with one more pretentious, snooty craftmaster or break up one more brawl between the candidates who didn't want to be there... he wasn't really sure what the would do to them. To be honest, strangulation was starting to look really good, or flinging them at his 'Second to bead with. Zharesti was certainly no help.
He let out a long-suffering groan. The new Weyrwoman, despite her previous experience as a Weyrwoman up north, was a spoiled, egotistical little hold brat. She had a point that the candidate selection for Eggs looked pretty sparse, but it always did after a Hatching and between clutches. Her freak out had not improved things any, although it had sent the Searchriders out a little earlier.
Frankly, no matter how incredible the gold's flight may have been, R'syl couldn't see how Veyeth was going to produce enough eggs to justify the increased presence on the Sands, which were always at least partially filled.
Maybe if he sent some of the dissenters to Zharesti themselves? Let the weyrwoman handle the consequences of her own egotistical idiocy?
...No... that wasn't going to work. She wasn't going to listen to any attempts at reason other than her own right now. All that tactic would do was get him even more unhappy candidates, because they would have been accused of being disloyal to Pern by the Weyrwoman herself. He spent enough of his time now breaking up fights between candidates when he should be working with weyrlings.
He closed his eyes, resisting the urge to growl at the ceiling. He was exhausted, and his "discussion" with the Weyrwoman earlier that day had not helped his frayed nerves any. He'd been dearly hoping that she would come to her senses soon if he could just keep plugging along, but after his talk earlier he doubted he'd be able to keep his position that long. Like any stereotypical goldrider, the Weyrwoman was going to have things her way or no way, and damn the consequences.
The consequences, at the moment, included his health and sanity. He hadn't slept in two days, and now that he'd finally reached his bed, all he could think about was the dratted woman's casual threat of "next time", when everyone would supposedly be used to her new way of doing things. Bad enough when she'd subtly accused him of not being able to keep up with the challenge she'd set, no matter how ridiculous. Then she'd had the nerve to suggest that this ordeal was going to be repeated. Endlessly.
And despite her dismissals of his responsibilities to the candidates, _he_ was the one that was going to have to deal with the issues she'd created.
He forced his eyes open, and shoved himself back upright. It was too late to be worried about this. He needed sleep, badly, like most of his staff did. He might as well crawl into his bed and let his 'Second take care of things for a few candlemarks.
A grin spread slowly across his face as he imagined some of the more annoying individuals he'd had to face the past few days confronting M'galec, he moved slowly around his room, getting ready for bed. By the time he fell back into it, he'd dismissed the thought as impractical and possibly ineffective, but his mood had lightened just enough to let him drop into sleep before his head hit the pillow a second time.
Last updated on the October 17th 2009