We need to talk (Azazel)

[Lord Alesyn]

Lord Alesyn was walking through the weyr bowl, he was looking for Weyrleader T'laes. Unfortunately his path just happened to take him past the place where his father and brother had died. It was a good thing that he had learned to bury his emotions so well, other wise he might have curled into a ball of blubbering mess. He wondered if he would ever forget that horrible day and knew he wouldn't. Some things were just too unforgettable.

Jupan had told him this morning that he needed to take a break, he'd been working non-stop since he has been released by the healers. He told her he appreciated the sentiment, but as Lord Holder he couldn't just take a break when he started feeling tired. He had lost around forty pounds since he had gotten better. Food just wasn't appealing to him any more and it sort of hurt his stomach when he ate too much.

Finally he spotted the weyrleader talking to a couple other riders. For some reason he didn't get along with T'laes. Perhaps it was because his dad didn't get along with them either. It wasn't that he hated the man, they just seemed to clash heads quite often. The man didn't have to be so much of a jerk though. Alesyn wasn't an idiot he knew the clutch on the sands was important, but there was other things just as important that needed to be done. Which was what he was wanting to talk to him about now.

He approached the weyrleader confidently as there was always that battle of who was more dominate between them. "Excuse me Weyrleader T'laes. We need to talk. The hypocaust workers were removed to work on the hatching grounds. I'm not saying that your eggs aren't important, but from what I've been told the hatching grounds are suitable for now. The baths are in need of serious work, the water isn't safe and we have pregnant women bathing in them. That water is not safe for their unborn children. So shouldn't the workers be put back there instead of being rerouted elsewhere."

[T'laes of Omnijith]

T’laes hated being addressed from behind; it was something that earned an instantaneous grin of annoyance across his face. Whenever annoyed, the corners of his lips peaked into a threatening grin as the short brunette whipped around to stare at the man addressing him. Alesyn, of course, hadn’t the runt been bothering him constantly since his father died? Did he need a nap and someone to sthingy feed him again? The bronzerider snickered slightly to himself, eying the wretch over with those cerulean blue eyes of his, completely unenthused.

The bronzer was more than aware of the struggle for dominance between the two, only in T’laes mind it was more like there was an annoying wherry shrieking about before it’s throat was about to be slit. T’laes had no patience for people who questioned him, and even less of a liking for mousy men who thought they deserved their rank. Alesyn was luck of the draw, just like T’laes was, but T’laes had to be chosen by a bronze dragon to get where he was, and that meant far more than any Lord having too many flings with women.

He was babbling something about pregnant women and the bath houses. T’laes barely had an ear for him until the eggs of Neziacath were mentioned, and by then, T’laes hadn’t needed to know what the man was talking about, he already knew. The Lord Holder seemed convinced that T’laes wasn’t putting people in the right places, but T’laes hadn’t asked for much. The sands needed to be in a constant state of upkeep or Omnijith complained constantly. T’laes was barely managing to sleep as was, he didn’t need a grumpy dragon on top of all of this mess that was going around.

The eruption, that’s all it was, mess, and T’laes had far more important things to think about than some pregnant women or bath houses. “Did you suddenly become a healer?” T’laes remarked to the Lord’s comment about the health of unborn babies. “No, no, it’s that drive your kind have to procreate, I’m sure. I think a few unsafe children is worth sixty eggs. If we don’t have healthy dragons for the sky, then who do you propose is going to protect this place from the next time a Threadfall comes around? Infants? I’d rather throw a weyrling group into the sky than infants, a little unclean water will be fine for once – heat them water personally and wash them by cloth out of the baths. They’ll be fine, but they’re definitely not more important than Omnijith’s eggs. I gave them orders not to listen to you complain if you asked them to go back. Find someone else to fix the baths if you’re so concerned about the luxury.”

Callus, T’laes couldn’t bother thinking about things like fixing up a bathhouse. There was one which worked, and water could be cleansed. Anything could be sanitized, the healers had been doing it, so what if they required a cloth bath rather than a tub? There was no time for lazing about in tubs regardless. There was work to be done, shard it, and he expected it done how he said it should be.

[Lord Alesyn]

Lord Alesyn listened to what he had to say. Even he wasn't surprised by the answer he got. It was always the same. T'laes didn't care one ounce about the people here. He only cared about those sharding eggs of his. Part of Alesyn wished that all the eggs would have been destroyed. That would've knocked the Weyrleader down a peg. It wasn't as if they couldn't have left and gone back to main land if there wasn't anymore queens to lay eggs, but this was their home and he was as determined as anyone to make this place livable again.

Alesyn was tired. Not just physically, but all around tired. He was especially tired of the Weyrleaders attitude and acting as if just because a sharding bronze dragon impressed him then that made him the top man here. The Lord Holder liked to think he was a reasonable man, one that could work through any disagreement. But T'laes made him wonder about this aspect of himself. What the hell did he mean by 'your kind'? Last time he checked T'laes was as much human as he was. Sharding idiot of a man, that's what he was and Alesyn had had enough of it.

Alesyn just stood there staring at the bronzerider with hate in his eyes. This was the last straw. He knew those eggs were important, but they weren't in any danger and last he heard all there was to do was wait till they hatched. The eggs didn't need any attention. Rage grew in the pit of his stomach and before he could clear his head and breathe, Alesyn's hand was acting of his own accord. Even though he wasn't as strong as he use to be Alesyn could still punch very hard and the impact of his fist against the weyrleaders mouth wasn't tender in the least. "If that's the way you want to play it fine. All of my holders will be pulled off of rebuilding your weyr by night fall and all of your riders better be away from my hold." He said, rubbing his sore fist. If T'laes wanted to hit back that's fine, he wasn't afraid of a fist fight.

(0.0 I honestly didn't think he would hit him, but he really wanted to I guess. This could make things very dramatic. I'll have Jupan intervene if we need her too.)

[T'laes of Omnijith]

T’laes looked more stunned than wounded by the assault. His eyes narrows as he scowled at the Lord Holder, but T’laes only squared his shoulders and moved to accept the blow. Picking fights with a man who had two arms was senseless when he only had one that wanted to work for him. T’laes, once the man was done shouting at him, smiled regardless of the hate that seared in return from his blue eyes. “I see you have a bit of a temper problem. Or is it just a general lack of honor?”

He wasn’t about to preach about kicking a downed man, T’laes didn’t see himself as crippled despite his injury. Alesyn simply didn’t understand the importance of one’s dragon. Omnijith was inconsolable if those eggs didn’t have extra eyes on them, but T’laes didn’t feel the need to tell Alesyn that. He didn’t want to say much more to the man than what he had to.

“You want to try and make a distinction between the two? There is nothing wrong with my orders that the Weyr can make some sacrifices to honor the dead Weyrwoman who gave her life to protect those eggs. How many people died that were dragonriders? Every single one of them would back me, I guarantee it, because – well, do you honestly want to take away what might be this place’s last ditch effort for morale? If you have a problem with me doing what’s best, then either formally duel me or get out of my sight.”

T’laes probably could win a duel if he truly willed it, though he’d never accept one dated to occur that day. There weren’t many qualified to be elected for his position at the moment. He’d fight him after the eggs were hatched, though, that was for sure. Omnijith, of course, generally disliked the idea, as he’d been listening as soon as T’laes started swearing up a storm from pain in the back of his mind. If His died, he’d be left to watch over Neziacath’s children alone, but T’laes was the stubborn sort. He’d been challenged and T’laes met all challenges that he ran across.

He’d beat Alesyn into the mud to prove his point, but only if Alesyn was willing to risk his life and his honor. The Lord Holder was worth nothing to him if he wasn’t willing to do that.

Omnijith, being the equally stubborn thing he was, decided to butt in, cutting off the link to T’laes to toss his mindvoice right into Lord Alesyn’s head. Excuse Mine. He was only doing what I asked. I lost my mate… I don’t want to lose my children…and T’laesmine.

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((That's okay. Omnijith was made willing to talk to others. He's on that.))