Oh Shards! ((OPEN))

[LyricalBlue]

Well now... sugar coated tunnelsnakes indeed, more like simply half starved tunnelsnakes after a scrap of food. With a swallow, the bronzerider rolled his eyes; he had a bad feeling he was the scrap of food. I'slen placed a restraining and punishing grip on each girl's shoulder. He pulled them apart and held them at arms length. Niether of them were small girls, but he was more than enough man to handle the both of them. That though in the back of his head combined with Brook's earlier comment was enough to make the rider swallow again. He wouldn't mind being between two women, but these two would tear him apart no doubt.
"ENOUGH!"

He glared at both girls, his grey eyes hard and stormy. "Tujal! Act as befits your station! And Brook if you want to stay in this Weyr you had better start proving it or so help me I'll make sure S'mael never lets you stand." His grip dug into each of their shoulders and if a bruise was left he hoped it served as a reminder.
"I am severely dissapointed in you both. Now act like the young woman you are or I will see you both transfered to diffrent Weyrs." He locked gazes with Tujal and the Brook, making it clear he meant business.

[Kahvi]

It's time, love? Fenrath was groggy being awoken by hearing his name mentioned.
I'm two wing beats ahead of you, mine. If Fenrath was awake, S'mael was not too far behind, and angry at being woken up.

S'mael grabbed Brook from behind. "Its past cerfue. Looks like stable duty again under my eye for you.

"Drag Tujal back to her weyr. After cerfue is no time for weyrlings either." S'mael said with his eyes narrow at her, practically saying 'I expect better conduct from you, not this'. His vengance is swift when the rules are clear. Then, his left eye drifted to the half-drunk weyrling in the side.

"And what of your other weyrling? Need any help with him?"

Sorry fenrath.
I understand, love

[brimstone81]

D'lon shivered involuntary. This went from hot to cold and scary with the entrance of S'mael. To be quiet honest the candidate master always scared him a bit. He bit his lip, very glad he was no longer a candidate. He slid back as far as he could and ended up sitting on the ground. He didn't want to be here anymore. Don't be a scardy cat. He wouldn't touch you. He's just a man. I am a dragon. Stand up! The green said her opinions forcefully in her rider's head. She might not be a loving green, but she was fiercly protective.

[menta]

Brook let I'slen pulled them apart and just looked at him idly. She sat some blood onto the floor, "She hit me. Hard." She frowned slightly as she said so and looked at the Weyrlingmaster with wide fakely innocent eyes. She pulled the sheet tighter around him...this was getting interesting. "Yes sir. I didn't want to fight...i just wanted to get back to my own barrack." She felt a tug from behind and whirled. It was S'mael. Shards!

"Sir, i was trying to get back to my Weyr. Our little Jr. here wouldn't let me leave. If you'll let him continue, I'slen was escorting me back, S'mael sir." She said charmingly and waited for the Candidate master's answer. Flaming stable duty, she wasn't very good at chores, especially icky ones.

[Memorie]

Tujal shot I'slen a look that would've killed, had she that power as well. When S'mael showed up on the scene, the look transferred to him. His look to her was clearly disapproving. Well, she shouldn't expect better; she had been a favorite of his. Her lips pursed, but she went slack and completely lost stance. Well, she had made her point and made it well.

I'm proud of you. Amenth's loving warmth suffused her and Tujal smiled, despite the infinite trouble she was in. At least she still had her dragon, and wherever I'slen sent her, she'd still have the gold beast.

When she came back to the situation, she heard Brook blaming her. "Too bloody right I hit you hard, but you deserved it, you filthy wher-hound. I was only too pleased to see the backside of you until you shot me that disgusting, repulsively smug grin." She gestured to D'lon. "He knows! Ask him!"

[LyricalBlue]

I'slen nodded to the Candiate Master and kept his grip on Tujal.
"There will be no discussion." He turned and hauled the Goldrider with him. Looking towards D'lon, the bronzerider shook his head. "No I think D'lon will be biddable, drunk as he is, as least he knows better than these two." He shot a glare at both women and felt Weseaneth stir awake and rumble a question. I'slen seethed but did his best to calm the bronze down, then began to walk down the hallway, hauling Tujal with him.
"Lets go before you wake all the dragons in the Weyr."

[Kahvi]

The glance from Tujal was intended to cause fear, but S'mael was the last person fear tactics would work on. Doubly so when he's gone farther than just chewing stone like most sane people, but breathing it already.

S'mael pulled at Brook again. "I'slen has his hands full at the moment." The deadpan comment was more an implied, Your arse is mine, Tujal's is his. Complain again and you won't see the light of day. statement. There is no playing around with who's side is who's when he hits the scene. The rules are right, if you break the rules, your wrong. End of story. With all the two said recently, then even stables might not be enough for Brook this time. Or the latrines for Tujal... That was still I'slen's favored punishment if he remembered correctly...

S'mael gave I'slen a look that would have implied 'Do your worst, I'll back you up.' Fear was one thing that S'mael was never good with. Someday he may understand what it is... but the wrath of a weryling gold and her rider are the last of his concerns when rules are broken. Not to mention those of a candidate with a history...

[Memorie]

((Tujal and I'slen to the Weyrmaster's Office.))

[menta]

Brook pursed her lips. She wanted I'slen. Char S'mael for interupting. "Yes sir." She smiled, well sneered. She walked over to S'mael and waited for instructions. "So i'm guessing i'm going to your office for a talking to, right?" She assumed and then looked down at her attire...or lack of. "Can i get dressed first though?"

[brimstone81]

At this point, the fighters were in their separate corners, and the Weyrling Master was leaving with Tujal, he mentally reminded himself never to get in a scrap with her and watched S'mael cautiously. He stood up, a bit nervous now, and shuffled down the hall, looking over his shoulder. "Uh... Goodnight, Candi Master." He laughed nervously, "I mean, Sir. Candidate Master Sir. I'm going to bed, oh Tami!"

Just don't you dare fall and loose any teeth. I couldn't bear it if you were walking around looking like a nimwit with no teeth. I'm waiting up for you. The green said more motherly and yet still full of command.

[Kahvi]

"Then go already, D'lon." S'mael ignored him for the most part. I'slen would probably deal with him later. There still was the business with Brook.

S'mael stared her straight in the eyes. His gaze pierced through her like he was tearing her apart inside. Diminishing her until she was nothing more than a speck in his path. Was there no sense with this... this beast of a man? His hair stirred on the draft of the hallway. It seemed hours before he spoke a single word when the reality of it was scant seconds.

"The longer you take, the more time I have to think of your punishment."

With that, he walked past her to his office. Feet padding softly on the stone.

((S'mael to candidate master's office, Brook when she is ready. getting a post up there now.))

[menta]

Brook raised an eyebrow. "Fine, i'll be quick." She smiled at D'lon and shot a fleeting glance at I'slen as he led Tujal away. She then broke into a gnelte run, barefeet padding quickly along the stone floor. She dashed into her room and got dressed as quickly as possible...now to prepare herself to the worst.

(I'll join ya now!)