Post by Zen on Oct 31, 2019 5:02:44 GMT -5
Idk some time after Searching For Potential
A'zael, K'ton
His door opened and promptly slammed shut. Sitting on Fath's stone couch, A'zael quickly set his gitar aside and stood to see just who it was raging into his weyr, and mentally swore when K'ton came around into the room, fury clear on his face.
“What is this wherryshit? You've got one of my assistants going behind my back to train that whore of yours?”
“My...? Mollin is not my whore,” A'zael spat back, instantly just as furious as he realized what the weyrlingmaster was talking about, though he did manage to stay the urge to punch the man in the face. Somehow. Behind him, Fath growled low.
“And yet you grant her special treatment! I should have been asked,” the older man snarled, ignoring the bronze.
“Daltilith is a Searcher. We need Searchdragons desperately. In case you'd forgotten we have two golds soon to rise! It is not special treatment, it is for the Weyr,” he forced his hands to unclench, in some attempt to help relieve the temptation that remained to throw a punch, “You were not asked because I already knew what your answer would be.”
“The weyrlings are mine-”
“The Weyr is mine!” A'zael cut the man off, “And I do not need your permission to do whatever I think is best for it!” If K'ton wanted to try to flaunt whatever authority he had, A'zael could do the same, “Mollin and her blue are an asset to the Weyr. As soon as D'rew deems her ready, she will be excused from various lessons in order to Search, and if your wounded pride drives you to abuse what little authority you've been allowed, I will not hesitate to take it away.”
The weyrlingmaster's pale gaze was ice as it met the Weyrleader's for a long moment, “And you claim you give her no special treatment? You threaten to remove a proven effective weyrlingmaster from his position for her.”
“I would do so for any weyrling!” he was growing rather exasperated with this fixation on him and Mollin, “You are effective or you would have been removed already. But K'rin should be enough example for you, I do not tolerate abuse of power. This is not Mirran and your dragon's bronze hide does not give you leave to treat anyone however you wish. So is this going to be a problem, K'ton? Are you willing to forfeit your position over your disdain for me and a mistake I made that you cannot let go? Is it really worth so much to you to continue to cling to this just to keep punishing me, and her? I've had enough of it! Let. It. Go.”
K'ton sneered, hardly cowed, “It sure would be nice if others would just forget all our mistakes, wouldn't it?” He snorted derisively, continued before A'zael could speak again, his tone mocking, “Do as you please while you still can, Weyrleader.” With that he turned on his heel and stalked out, and A'zael bit back any sort of retort that tried to leap from his tongue in favor of ending this maddening interaction instead.
It was only after the door had slammed shut once more that he stopped to wonder just what the shell the weyrlingmaster had meant by that comment.... Likely just reminding him that his position wasn't permanent. It couldn't have been more than that? Had it been an actual threat? Rubbing one hand over his face, he dropped back onto Fath's stone couch and leaned back against the bronze's warm hide, closing his eyes. Perhaps he should start thinking about just who might be up to the task of replacing K'ton. He thought of his former wingsecond, his brown finally well enough to start flying again, though certainly not Fallworthy. Perhaps D'van would be interested?