Post by Maykat on Sept 12, 2010 20:04:12 GMT -5
Who: Batavia, Dastan and any NPC weyrbrats
Where: Creche cavern
When: mid-morning
Warnings: Batavia
“You want to cry?” Batavia muttered under her breath, dragging a red-faced weyrbrat across the chamber. “I’ll give you something to cry about, by Faranth. You’re in the wrong here, don’t try that crap on me. You don’t bite people! Do you know how dirty your mouth is?” The child was deposited in a chair facing the corner. “You sit there and think about how nasty it is to be sinking your filthy teeth into some kid ‘cause they’ve got the toy you want. Would you want someone biting you and taking away your toy?” She loomed over the boy, hands on hips. “I don’t think so. And if your butt leaves that chair before I come back for you, I’m having a sharding dragon drop you between. Got it?” Confident he wasn’t going anywhere, Batavia turned her attention back to the rest of the room.
It was the second day in a row of torrential rain and the crèche was getting wild and Batavia was getting ready to pull her hair out. She cursed, encompassing herself, V’mio and the chaos around her in three small words. This was her punishment for not paying attention in classes, she was sure. She thought he didn’t mind but apparently the bronzerider did mind, and did mind very much. Crèche duty was her least favorite chore posting, and the one thing she would risk getting kicked out of candidacy to skip. V’mio knew it, too, and usually kept her out of the crèche. But here she was, in a cavern full of children too young to be put to work and having flashbacks to helping her mom and stepmother raise her younger siblings.
A part of her, small but growing, was hoping for an urgent call from the infirmary needing her help. Or for a groundshake to collapse the cavern. Either one would do.
Where: Creche cavern
When: mid-morning
Warnings: Batavia
“You want to cry?” Batavia muttered under her breath, dragging a red-faced weyrbrat across the chamber. “I’ll give you something to cry about, by Faranth. You’re in the wrong here, don’t try that crap on me. You don’t bite people! Do you know how dirty your mouth is?” The child was deposited in a chair facing the corner. “You sit there and think about how nasty it is to be sinking your filthy teeth into some kid ‘cause they’ve got the toy you want. Would you want someone biting you and taking away your toy?” She loomed over the boy, hands on hips. “I don’t think so. And if your butt leaves that chair before I come back for you, I’m having a sharding dragon drop you between. Got it?” Confident he wasn’t going anywhere, Batavia turned her attention back to the rest of the room.
It was the second day in a row of torrential rain and the crèche was getting wild and Batavia was getting ready to pull her hair out. She cursed, encompassing herself, V’mio and the chaos around her in three small words. This was her punishment for not paying attention in classes, she was sure. She thought he didn’t mind but apparently the bronzerider did mind, and did mind very much. Crèche duty was her least favorite chore posting, and the one thing she would risk getting kicked out of candidacy to skip. V’mio knew it, too, and usually kept her out of the crèche. But here she was, in a cavern full of children too young to be put to work and having flashbacks to helping her mom and stepmother raise her younger siblings.
A part of her, small but growing, was hoping for an urgent call from the infirmary needing her help. Or for a groundshake to collapse the cavern. Either one would do.
