“Lyrra,” Fen shouted again, shoving her back away from T’sga and putting himself between the two. “Riders do not fight. It doesn’t matter why you’re upset, you’re upsetting Phinth. How can you ignore your dragon when she’s this worried?” He removed his hand from her arm and held both down at his sides, ready to catch her if she tried to make a lunge past him. Phinth wouldn’t rise for a few more months, where was this anger coming from? Yes, he knew she was angry. Rightfully so. They’d discussed it as they lay in bed together that first night. But this was an extreme reaction for any rider. He heard heavy footfalls coming down the hallway and glanced over in time to see K’rin swing into the barracks much the same way he had. But whereas Fen was concerned, K’rin looked downright livid.
He took an involuntary step back himself at the sight of the weyrlingmaster. K’rin’s eyes were wide and blazing a shocking blue, his hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists, his chest was heaving, and he was flicking his attention from weyrling to weyrling.
Valoth is very agitated, Baerth warned. He is trying to calm Phinth and Whifanth. Phinth will not hear me. Baerth sounded fairly upset by this himself. She’d called him and Fen had been close enough to sprint for the room, but she was too overset now to talk with him. Her rider was so angry!
K’rin pounced on T’sga first. “What happened?”
The young rider’s eyes widened. “She hit me! I heard my name and she backed me in here and then I was on the floor. I…” he stopped speaking abruptly when K’rin made a slashing motion with his hand. The story was corroborated by what Whifanth had finally calmed enough to tell Valoth.
“Go see Kenzie,” he ground out, pointing to the door. T’sga scurried past him without another word and he turned to F’lox. “And you?”
Fen blinked and gave Lyrra an uneasy look. “Phinth called Baerth. I just showed up myself.” K’rin didn’t need him to vocalize that he’d stepped between them, that was how he’d found them. He didn’t want to-and couldn’t-lie to the weyrlingmaster, but neither did he want to lose whatever trust Lyrra had in him.
“Then leave.” K’rin strode forward towards the green rider and dismissed F’lox immediately. “You are not involved. Yet. I suggest you go back to what you were doing, I’m sure you’ll hear about this later.” His eyes never left Lyrra’s.
Fen opened his mouth, then closed it and gave Lyrra an apologetic look. He would send Dori to find her soon, but he didn’t want to make things worse by loitering here. He gave her a weak wave and left, leaving her alone with their very not-relaxed master.
“What,” K’rin forced out between clenched teeth, “possessed you to ignore all of my training and warnings and sink down to his level? Isn’t it bad enough the wing has one weyrling acting out of turn? Do you know what fighting does to the dragons? At best it upsets them.” He flung an arm wide. “Which you have done. And worst we lose a dragon.”