Logs:Discord
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| RL Date: 7 October, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, E'dre |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: E'dre uses the weyrlings as an excuse to speak with Ebeny. She doesn't respond well. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office |
| When: Day 5, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| It's been a quiet day so far, at least for Ebeny. Much of her time has been spent in her office, the door left open for any weyrlings, should they want or need her, and while she's been steadily working her way through updating their various files, copying across comments from wingleaders and seconds alongside her own remarks, Laurienth has tumbling about in the autumn currents, getting dangerously close to the bowl walls and, on occasion, the ground. Long-practiced in not reacting to the more exuberant of her dragon's acrobatics, Ebeny is the picture of calm - if a very solemn calm. With no announcement to requiring a meeting with Ebeny, E'dre saunters into her office with a handful of papers tucked underneath his arm. There is no smile or kiss for his weyrmate as the brownrider slides into the chair opposite hers and passes the papers towards her. "I've had a series of complaints about that holdbred boy with the brown," he begins, straightening in his chair as he settles his arms in front of him. "I can understand not getting along well with Taria, some personalities simply do not mix, but I would think that one of your weyrlings would know better than to blatantly disregard a command. And over a series of days." He looks up and expectantly at Ebeny. "Have you heard of this issue or did Taria bypass you and come to complain to me first?" Ebeny doesn't stop writing until she's good and ready, and doesn't even look up at E'dre until he's finished speaking and she's completed inking the sentence she's working on. "If Taria can't follow the way of things and bring the issue to me first, I'd think she's not to be trusted as a reliable source to comment on anything," she says as she sets her pen down. "If she can't address a complaint to the right person, how is she supposed to be of any use reinforcing the chain of command to those at the bottom of that chain." She shrugs one shoulder. "I'll call him in, but I'm not going to throw accusations at him first." "If she felt the need to come directly to me perhaps she thought you wouldn't handle her complaint appropriately," E'dre replies with a lifted brow. "I will not defend her choice but I also will not go so far as to criticize her choices." He glances briefly at the papers in front of Ebeny and then back up. "I didn't dictate how you should handle the issue," he continues as he mirrors her shrug. "I expect you to handle it and I expect the boy to return to the wing with the proper attitude and listen to his superiors." It's the accusation that sends Ebeny's gaze sliding to some distant space that doesn't involve actually seeing E'dre at all, despite the fact that she is most definitely looking at him, and then the orders - as she interprets them - that follow draw her to reclaim her pen and begin writing again, a glance directed at the note she's copying from. "Yes, sir," she says flatly, with no trace of anything that could be discerned as emotion. She continues writing, quite as if he isn't there, without looking up again. "I didn't expect to have to deal with a teenager until Elayne became one," E'dre counters her flat 'sir' with a sour frown. "This continued discord between us isn't going to help professionally," he adds with an aggravated sigh as he pushes his fingers back through his hair. "We've barely spoken since our fight," he begins, looking at her papers rather than at her. "And I said some pretty horrible things," he pauses, having enough restraint to not point out that she said equally horrible things - which, for E'dre, is a start at holding in his temper. "Maybe I used Taria's complaint as a reason to see you," he admits, looking towards the door and then back at her with a helpless shrug. "I didn't see any other way for us to be forced to begin a conversation civilly." "If you could decide whether you're here to discuss professional matters or our personal lives, that would be very helpful." Her tone hasn't changed, her manner still cool and distant. "Knot or otherwise, you've no right to use your feelings as a reason to reprimand me here." Ebeny keeps writing, her focus unwavering. "I'm not going to have this conversation on two different levels, so choose whether you're here as my Weyrleader or not." Silence falls, and she just keeps on with her work, as if she expects him to simply depart. E'dre stares at her for a long moment, her cool and distant manner pushing him in an entirely different direction. "So this is where we've landed," he murmurs as he rises, shaking his head. She must know him well for he doesn't say anything else as he gathers his remaining papers back up and heads out of her office. He does encourage Taria to go and speak to Ebeny directly, solving that issue in a proper channel. He doesn't come home until very late and finds the couch comfortable enough to sleep on before his early morning calls him to work. |
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