Time - Late Evening
Locations - Atricis Weyr | N'kili's Apartment
"She should have known better," he apologised.
"I know she should have," N'kili agreed. The Speaker had given a lesson to all Weyrlings about diplomacy, and engaged closely with those who road high ranks beasts like Daela on her garnet-pewter. Igen was a known antagonist of Atricis, with a fatal history... recent history. For a chimerarider of all riders to poach a candidate from Igen Weyr... "I will speak to her immediately."
"She will need to be disciplined."
"Naturally," N'kili agreed, for all she thought discipline would do little good. The damage was done.
After turns of progress and mending... all of it lost with the actions of a single thoughtless Weyrling. Had Doumah truly wished to leave, they could have gone through official channels, but no, not even that much common sense was afforded to them. Igen had sent the letter to Atricis within an hour after the candidate poaching. The strongly worded missive did not hold back about the affront of the abomination against their Weyr. The presence of non-traditional colours in Igen had always been questionable at best. Now all non-traditional colours were banned from entering Igen, and candidate transfers to Atricis forbade entirely (since it was clear Atricis would merely steal them as they saw fit, the message blatantly stated).
The best they could do now was make sure Daela understood the carelessness of her actions, the harm she had caused not only to Atricis, but to candidates like Doumah. Above all, N'kili and the leaders of Atricis needed to know with absolute certainty that she would never do it again. Meanwhile, N'kili would have to speak through a trusted traditional dragonrider envoy of her own Wing to smooth tensions over enough so that they would willingly speak to her.
"I wish to speak with her directly. She will likely be held back for this..."
The Weyrlingmaster nodded his head. "Of course. What she did was downright dangerous."
Why was she even allowed near Igen? A chimera weyrling in Igen should have been forbade before Israfeth ever took to the skies. She would speak directly to J'velin about this. The man dealt more closely with the weyrlings on more mundane matters such as these. He never should have assigned Daela to Igen. "Let me speak with F'lin, first. Send her to me in two candlemarks."
"As you wish, Speaker N'kili," he answered with the up most respect.
"Thank you, E'mir," she replied with equal respect. He turned to leave, but just before he left, she called out to him. "E'mir."
She stepped forward, the sympathy drawn upon her countenance. "This wasn't your fault."
After a pause, he gave a nod of his head. He said nothing more before he departed.
After a long discussion with F'lin, N'kili readied herself for Daela's arrival. Omiimiith alerted N'kili to Daela's approach, thus when Daela arrived at the door, it gave way before she could knock upon it. N'kili stood on the other side, her dark eyes undecipherable, her expression neutral. Yet the kindness once ever present in her had vanished. "Have a seat, Daela," she spoke, the gravity in her tone resounding.
The weyrling was in more than a bit of trouble for her stunt.
After Daela seated herself, N'kili did not speak immediately. Instead, she watched the girl, wondering what on Pern she was thinking at the time to commit such consequential gaffe as poaching a candidate from an enemy of Atricis. "Do you know why you're here?" N'kili assumed the answer was yes, considering the condition of the Weyrlingmaster when he had left her apartment.