Lyrra recognized the change in posture as one that meant she was getting a stern talking-to, and changed her own stance accordingly. Her chin lifted slightly, although not in a haughty manner, and she focused on the weyrlingmaster. As she had told her dragon, she knew that she had done the wrong thing... and she would accept K'rin's anger like a grown woman, not like a child. T'sga, she thought bitterly, had probably whimpered most of the way through his lecture. She couldn't imagine him standing up to it properly. Her eyes flicked away only once, when he reminded her that after her graduation, she was only a green rider. No rank. No rights. That stung a little, more than she cared to admit.
A dragonrider, and still the least of them.
Still, she was listening, and Lyrra's eyes came back up to show her attendance within a moment or two. Quick enough, at least, for her brows to furrow at the idea that she wasn't stable. Well. Hitting another rider wasn't a great way to show that she was, was it? Her lips turned down at the corners. We are okay? Phinth queried worriedly, and Lyrra was quick to reassure her, dividing her attention carefully between her weyrlingmaster and her dragon. We are fine. I did something silly, that is all. Are you talking to Baerth. He will tell you. Baerth would not lie to you, Phinth. Did he come and cuddle with you?
Grounded?!
Before Lyrra could even form a word of protest, K'rin had continued speaking. There was no argument to be made there; not now, at least. She would have to speak with him once he had determined that a proper amount of time had passed, once she had been given enough time to move on from her anger over her injury. Who knew when that would be. "I understand, weyrlingmaster," she replied, at length, dipping her head obediently.