K’rin sighed. “If you want people to trust you, Lyrra, if you want respect and status here at Benden, you have to be better than the riders who are ruled by their emotions. You wrangle F’lox all the time; I know you can do better.” He moved his hands down to his hips and watched her a moment. “You’re leaving this weyrling class soon and you’ll be right near the bottom in rank until you prove yourself to your lead. As a rider you have the right to expect protection from your fellows in Fall and on the ground, but if you feel we are not doing enough you must tell us. Me, S’bor. S’bor,” he repeated when she scoffed. He understood and completely agreed with that reaction, but unfortunately he was still in charge of them all. “If you don’t think we’re doing enough to punish T’sga you speak to a winglead, a second, the Weyrwoman, Weyrleader. Anyone with status, even if they are not directly involved. Better to be reprimanded for speaking out of turn than grounded for taking matters into your own hands. And the results will be far more effective.”
K’rin tilted his head to the side unconsciously. Valoth was passing on another message. A’ver needed to see him. “Faranth,” he muttered, running fingers through his hair. “Go back to your weyr, Lyrra, or find your F’lox. Relax, spend time with Phinth, and come to drills tomorrow. I won’t ground you from working with Phinth, but you will not fly Fall. I suggest you work out a way to cope with the aftermath. It probably won’t be long until one or another of you is hit again.” He put a warm hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “I have to go. Think about what I’ve said. I don’t get any sort of enjoyment out of this.” With that he passed her to find his audience with the Weyrleader.
Dori popped in immediately, chittering worriedly and flying circles around Lyrra’s head.