Logs:Teeth
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| RL Date: 8 July, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, Isabeau, Laurienth, Banth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Banth is being uncooperative. Ebeny has advice. Laurienth has her own form of advice. |
| Where: Weyrling Complex, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 3, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| It is early in the afternoon, and Banth is splayed over the floor, stretched out nose to tail wingtip to wingtip, legs and forelegs, holding perfectly still. Isabeau is staring at her hands on her hips nose wrinkling at the creature, as other weyrlings mill about the Complex. When Laurienth moves through the archway that leads into the weyrling complex, her rider emerges from the classroom, each too focused on some silent conversation to take immediate note of exactly what is going on around them. They stare at each other, rider and dragon, no physical contact made, and when the scarred green finally looks towards Banth, Ebeny does too, that staring merely redirected. Laurienth gives a low snort and begins to slink her way through to the barracks proper, leaving the Weyrlingmaster to cautiously approach young green and weyrling. "...You might want to move before being stepped on," she suggests to the pair. "Might do her some good to get stepped on." Isabeau murmurs, "She's too big to carry around all the time, it's high time she accepted that." A puff of purpleblue smoke, and silver sparks acompanies Banth's « No one is gonna step on me. It would hurt them if they stepped on me. It's cold can't we stay here. I don't need a bath that badly. » « I'll hurt anyone who hurts you, and I'll hurt you for hurting them, » Laurienth informs Banth, voice dry enough for her words to be an empty threat, though the warning thrum of strings lurks at the back of her mental touch. « You have a choice: » this, she presents much more seriously, though she doesn't return to give her warning in person, « you either let her bathe you, or I'll return and get you and bathe you myself. » With that, she cuts off all mental contact, leaving that idea to linger. "And what are you doing about that, besides letting her lie on the floor?" Ebeny enquires, achieving a halt a few feet away, hands on her hips. Isabeau wrinkles her nose thinking about it. "That was what I was still deciding. Picking her up and carrying her won't get the point across and if she wasn't in the middle of the floor I'd ignore her till she came to her senses or started itching enough to realize why a bath is a good thing." She lifts a shoulder. "I'm up for better suggestions." There's an electric green fizzle and pop in response to the options. Disbelief? Or curiousity? Ebeny's demeanour shifts slightly when Isabeau shrugs. "I suggest you don't let Laurienth make good on her promise. It'll probably involve teeth." She doesn't try the tiniest bit to be reassuring about that, nor does she turn it into a joke. "And I suggest you remember who you're talking to. Your indifference doesn't serve you well." The greenrider folds her arms across her chest and regards the sprawled green for a moment, seemingly thoughtful, then she offers, "What if I told you that both of your considered responses are passive?" "Sorry, Weyrlingmaster." She corrects, "Then I'd ask, respectfully, what a non-passive response would be, Dad's advice... doesn't really help." She admits. Her brows are furrowing again as she glares at the little green. "Would offering a wool blanket until we get to the bathing caverns be a good option, since it seems to be the cold she's objecting to, or would that be coddling her too much?" Ebeny gives a bob of her head to acknowledge the altered mode of address, yet before she offers any guidance of her own, or answers Isabeau's enquiry, she turns the questioning back on her. "What does your father tell you?" "He says I have to show her that I'm the one in charge and that what she wants is secondary to that. Other wise when she's bigger she'll be impossible to manage." There's another distinct wrinkle of her nose, "He suggested bribes but also pointed out that it isn't a good long term solution. And that I had to get to know her and figure her out, because what worked for him and his wouldn't necissarially work for the two of us." "...I wouldn't agree to what she wants being secondary to anything," Ebeny replies, brow furrowing slightly. "There should always be time for what she wants. It's just when. Like now is not one of those times." Her quiet sigh is audible whether she means for it to be or not. "Making deals with her is one thing... bribing another, less healthy way to go about things. There's a balance. You provide logic and order when she can't see her way to what needs to be done. There must be something that she wants to do more than lie here on the floor." Isabeau nods, blue green eyes focused on the dragonet in the floor. "What's the difference between bribing and making deals?" She wonders. "Maybe a nap? She doesn't feel tired, but we can hold off on bathing and at least if she's playing rock in her couch it won't be bothering anyone?" Nap gets a snort from the green who folds her wings neatly pulling her limbs under her. Eyes whirling. "Bribing is doing what you've just suggested. Finding something you think she wants and doing it right away." Ebeny rocks back on her heels. "That's not an understanding between you. If she needs to be bathed now, she should be bathed. Discuss between you what you could do afterwards, if she does as she should." Deep breath in. "Otherwise... we go down the route of why she shouldn't be lying in the middle of the floor, and the consequences that'll follow if she keeps doing so. For both of you." Isabeau frowns sharply at the words 'both of you'. "You can nap after but I don't want to have teeth involved with bathing do you." She directs to the green. And frowns, "I'm sorry, I feel like I should probably know how to deal with her but..." She doesn't say anymore, and at least Banth is up and pressing her skull against her rider's hand. Ebeny's gaze follows Banth as she moves, her muddy-green eyes narrowed slightly, some mental note made. "You aren't expected to know anything," she tells Isabeau. "But it shouldn't take the thought of something negative to get her to do what's necessary, nor should your first thought be to surrender, or give up something to make her comply. It'd be impossible to manage when she's bigger." She's not unkind with it, but her views are delivered too firmly to be idle advice. "Next time, have the discussion between you. Don't get to the point of contention and stop. Try to find a way through that's acceptable for you both, without either of you being walked all over." Isabeau frowns, lips pressed together. She nods, once, twice and then exhales slowly. "Sounds easy when you say it like that," She shakes her head eyeing the green skeptically. "It's like trying to get my kid brother to mind, and that wasn't easy either." "Thinking to stop and do that isn't easy," the Weyrlingmaster replies, more gentle now than matter of fact. "And it's especially not easy if you think that you should know how to fix it all immediately. You get to frustration and anger and arguing before you've even thought anything through." That much sounds like it's from experience, yet Ebeny doesn't linger on those thoughts. "Go and give her her bath. Laurienth's promises are her own, you know." |
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