Rest day? Yeah right. (D'leon)

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(((Takes place the rest day after Neory's own punishment and after the incident in the sands.)))



It was morning – well no, that was an understatement, it was at least two candlemarks before sunrise, if not three. Boots, tied by the laces were hanging from Lan’ae’s shoulder while his stocking feet made no sound upon the floor as he walked quietly through the weyrling barracks. Everyone was still asleep, with the exception of two or three who Lan’ae knew by now had trouble sleeping at night.

Even so, he was not too worried about waking the others up with what he had in mind. It was a rest day and they would be more than welcome to go back to sleep should they choose. Besides, if they did wake up, they would be more than welcome to watch and Lan’ae wanted them to see, at least the beginning of D’leon’s rest day. Coming to the bronze rider’s own partitioned off area of the wing, he knew the boy was fast asleep – from both his habits of skipping class to sleep as well as having checked several minutes before hand.

Putting one bucket down silently, he grabbed the blankets and pulled them off easily with a single tug before easily tossing the bucket still in his hand over the boy, successfully drenching him with cold water.

“Wake up D’leon. Its time to start your day.” He barked, not at all worried about being quiet. D’leon’s antics made the older man weary and now he was ready to wear out this boy in return. A whole day of events had been planned - as well as enough for the next rest day should Lan'ae feel it necessary.

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Indeed the young bronzerider had the habit of sleeping deep and long throughout the night and into the morning. As many had noticed, the boy was not a morning person, and as K'sah had only seen, was not quite at his happiest when woken from sleep. Soon it wouldn't just be K'sah who knew that, as Myeth was just as heavy a sleeper as his rider, and so failed to alert his to the oncoming danger.

K'sah himself was an extremely light sleeper, and was already awake when the Weyrling Master snuck in. His eyes went wide at the movement, as it was a little too dark to tell what he was up to. But the boy wasn't the type to question someone in power, and so just settled further into his cot and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep again.

The missing blankets did nothing to wake him - almost makes one wonder how he had never been pranked yet - but as soon as that water hit him, D'leon was awake. He bolted upright, fist swinging before his eyes even opened. His aim was directed towards the general area the water had come from, and he wasn't looking, so he may have missed. A low growl built in his throat when his eyes finally opened, focusing blearily on the man with the bucket. A hand moved to his hair, plucking at the wet strands that were obviously too long. He'd kept his hair long in defiance, as his life was built around that one word.

It would take another few moments for the bronzerider to wake fully enough to articulate words, and in that time he shook his head, sending water droplets flying around him. He didn't bother to fix his hair after that, so it stuck up oddly as he gave a snort and sank back into bed, tugging the topsheet back over himself and huddling up under it with a groan. D'leon was upset, as was obviously by the glare he'd set on Lan'ae, but was still sleepy.

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Lan’ae barely had to lean back as D’leon made the laughable effort to swing at him after sitting upright in the bed. The older bronze rider gave a half smile as the younger one was obviously not happy about waking up, but at the sight of him laying back down again he frowned.

“I don’t know if ya heard me, D’leon, but its time to WAKE UP!” The last part he roared with a voice he only used while in drills high above the ground where force was needed for anything to be heard without their dragons help. Dropping the metal bucket so it clanged on the ground he picked up the other one and dumped it on the stubborn young man without hesitation, this time not bothering to move the sheet so at least that part of his bed wouldn’t be soaked.

I can help.
No, you’d wake the whole Weyr.
I think it would be fun.
You would.

“Get up D’leon. Get up or I’ll have every weyrling go out to the stables and bring in a bucket of runner droppings each to cover you in as I have covered you in water.”

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The younger bronzerider winced at the more emphasized words, uttering some sort of groaned complaint. Whatever it had been was impossible to understand, but Lan'ae could probably guess that it was less than civil. That much was remarkably easy to guess, as every other thing that came out of his mouth when he was thinking was rude - why should it be any different while not thinking? If anything, not thinking insured that more than every other thing was...well, a far cry from polite. His hands had started to move to clasp over his ears, but the slow, sleepy motion was disturbed by the second bucket of water.

D'leon gasped sharply and curled into an even tighter ball under the now-soaked sheets, as if to conserve warmth. This obviously wasn't going to work, if the cold and wet fabric had anything to do about it. After a moment, while Lan'ae was speaking again, the boy started peeling the sheet off him, eyes barely cracked open enough to make sure he wasn't peeling off something else.

Then again...his clothes were wet, too. Insert a meaningful pause where D'leon tried to think. Alas, the time before the sun rose was not really his best time to be awake, and so the thought never made it past 'Wet clothes are bad.' Taking this into consideration, it wasn't a surprise (to him) when he immediately forsook the sheet and tugged his shirt off. There was nothing to be ashamed of under it, though it was a rather interesting reason why he slept fully clothed. All the time. That will not be discussed here, sadly.

Tossing a blearly glare at the Weyrling Master to signify that he hadn't really been paying attention to him at all, he pushed off the bed and hobbled over to his meager pile of clothes, rifling around for a clean pair of trousers. As D'leon was the type to own very little, trousers were the third thing he touched. With a defiant and rather amusing attempt at a glare, he turned his back on Lan'ae and started moving towards the communal bathing area to change. If he was allowed to do so, he'd take his sweet time, and then amble back to mope over his soggy cot. Boo hoo.

He was definately thinking of slipping away somewhere...where Lan'ae wouldn't find him,

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Lan’ae was quick to follow the boy, picking up one of the buckets as he did so. He’d let the boy dress, after all it wasn’t fair to make him go outside in wet cloths. D’leon was to be punished, not killed from the cold. But heading for the communal bathing area, Lan’ae found himself smiling. Well perhaps there could be another chore involved with the day depending on how messy the area was. They’d already be there after all, and it wouldn’t take too long. Afterwards he planned on running the boy ragged then overseeing him helping in the kitchens.

Keeping one eye on the younger bronze rider, Lan’ae refilled his bucket – just in case D’leon wasn’t completely awake.

“Oh D’leon, look at the mess in here.” The Weyrling Master’s voice mimicked D’leon’s own from the last time Lan’ae had attempted to punish the man and had managed to fail. Well today the Bronzer was not going to skip out. “After you dress, You can scrub the floor. There is a washing cloth on the self I believe and plenty of water everywhere. Good thing I got you up so early huh?”

Lan’ae couldn’t help it. Despite the fact that his wife had turned him much kinder hearted, his own childhood had been one of a boy who knew, not only how to defend himself, but find revenge easily.

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Yeah, getting away from this man was definately sounding better than normal. He leveled a slightly more awake glare on said man and swayed on his feet, indication it might take him a while to fully wake up as it was still very early. Tugging abstently at his shirt hem, he rolled his eyes and let them fall on the mess in the bathing area. His nose wrinkled. He was a clean person, actually, and never spent longer in this area than he had to. It was just...disgusting. Repressing a shiver, he crossed his arms and returned the more intense glare to Lan'ae.

That tone he'd used was recognized, and a slow smile spread his lips in the slightest. He may have still been groggy, but it didn't hinder his mind other than slowing his responses. Not for much longer, if Lan'ae planned to use that bucket again. Of course, D'leon would not retaliate as weakly as he had at the first bucket.

He seemed to be considering the order, head tilting over to one side, eyeing the horrendously messy area. He really had no idea which of the Weyrlings were so messy, as he never bathed with the rest. For reasons that most anyone could guess. Tapping a finger on the side of his face, he decided on his course of action. Keeping his smile, D'leon moved closer to the Weyrling Master and turned that smile into a sincere look of adorative amazement.

"Why, Lan'ae," even his tone was clear from the normal disgust it held, "I didn't know you had it in you to play so dirty." His facade didn't last long, and he chuckled slightly, reaching over to bump the bucket the other held, not enough to spill all of the contents, but Lan'ae definately got some sort of wet. "Good thing we're in a bathing room, eh?"

Oh, the bronzerider figured he'd get soaked again, but it didn't bother him at the moment. He had no intention of cleaning this area. And he certainly wasn't going to let Lan'ae - or anyone else - that he was squeamish about uncleanliness in the bathing area. Germs and things. Ew. Who knew? He'd get made fun of for it, too.

"Hm, I'll just be on my way then," he stuffed hands in pockets and gave the other a testing glare. In his experience, Lan'ae didn't fight back after a certain point. He was looking for that point.

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Unfortunately for D’leon, Lan’ae had come ready for an attitude. To be completely honest, the older bronze was getting sick and tired of the younger man’s actions toward himself and the other weyrlings. It had been a long time since Lan’ae had been anything but patient to the fullest – it had been a long time since he had gotten into a full blown fight too. Today he was ready to end both if need be.

Despite his age, he was still a dragon rider – a full dragon rider. Unlike the weyrling, he had gone through his training, he had practiced with a wing and he knew how to hold his own plus some. He didn’t bother to move or even flinch as the bucket splashed a decent deal upon his clothes, but as soon as the younger bronzer moved to leave his hand caught his shoulder and a quick movement of his foot caught the back of the bronzer’s legs.

Lan’ae wasn’t forceful behind it. He simply wanted to knock the kid off balance and to the floor, not hurt him.

“No, D’leon. I don’t think you will be on your way.” He replied again letting his patience last a bit longer. “No, I think you’ll stay and clean this area as I had mentioned the first time.”

With that, the bucket was emptied upon D’leon again, just as he had expected, and Lan’ae shoved the bucket into the brat’s hands. “Get to work.” This last comment was made in a much more forceful tone, not the teasing one he had used before.

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D'leon hit the ground. Not roughly, not awkwardly; he just fell and landed rather nicely on his rear. He gritted his teeth, a bit winded from the unexpectedness of the motion. His head tilted up and another glare was given. The younger bronzerider was starting to get the sense that Lan'ae wasn't going to give up.

Back on his stone couch, Myeth whuffled an affirmative. How he knew this was uncertain, though in all likelihood, he didn't know. The little bronze had started to grow tired of his rider's bitterness and wanted him to start changing. Not a lot of change, because he had chosen His for a reason, but a little bit of change might be nice. Then he wouldn't have to worry about about D'leon always getting hit and not taking care of himself.

The object of his worry hadn't even bothered to stand up. Still struggling to show defiance in the face of someone who could and would make him obey. When it came down to the end of the matter, Lan'ae was bigger and pulled more rank. There was little he could do once the man decided to stand up to him.

With a sigh, crossed his arms and glanced over at the cloth, then back at Lan'ae. He was soaked again, and unhappy about it. And his shirt was old...with a shrug he tugged it off and wrung it out, taking his time. D'leon was not fond of cleaning or of giving in. But if Lan'ae wasn't backing down...he cast another glance up at him, trying to find some sort of indication that he might.

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Watching the boy remain on the floor impassively, he crossed his own arms and waited as D’leon took off his shirt and wrung it out. At the glance, the older bronzer could tell the boy was finally considering doing as he is told. That was a good thing. Lan’ae had been taught since meeting Canora to be patient before aggressive and to be truthful, he had become fond of using patience as a strategy tool. Perhaps after today, D’leon would stop making him stretch so far with it.

“Sitting there doesn’t get it done and I’m not leaving you be until your done with everything I have planned today. Don’t make it last into the night, neither of us want that.”

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It was highly unlikely that the younger bronzerider would let Lan'ae get away with patience for a while yet, and had he known his elder's thoughts, he would have gone out of his way to test that patience. Granted, now that the other had decided to humiliate him in front of his peers, D'leon would be doing that anyway. Tuth be told, he had been close to breaking down and just getting the punishent over with. Or, closer than he had ever been, but the other's words drew him into a moment's lapse of thought.

So Lan'ae had more planned than just this, did he? From what it sounded like, there was a lot left to do. No, D'leon really didn't want to be worked into the late hours, and nor did he want to spend all day with this man. And yet...the idea of spending all day with a person who was not going to leave was too tempting. Any other situation and Lan'ae would have been able to just walk away. But this one...this one he was committed to. He couldn't leave, no matter what his subject did. D'leon smiled up at him.

"You could make this go faster by handing me the cloth. I'm already down here, and it'd just waste more time for me to get it myself," it was said simply, as if he were impartial to it. He was awake now, and had control over the tone of his voice. If he let on that he was testing the Weyrling Master, it wouldn't work.

Mine...why are you up?
Our teacher wants to play, the boy's eyes went a bit distant as he spoke to the bronze, letting Lan'ae know that he chose to do that rather than start his little job. He was going to take as long as the man let him. Sure, he'd hate spending his whole day like this, but he knew Lan'ae would, too. It was worth it. If he could get the man to lose his temper, that would be better.
Play? Like the game he tried to make us play in lesson? he referred to it as a singular event, as Myeth hadn't had the chance to attend many lessons. Maybe two at the most.
Well, it's a type of game.
So you will enjoy it?
Oh yes, Myeth. I will enjoy it, D'leon was confident he would, even if he walked away with his tail between his legs. He was going to get something out of this expeience.
Can I play, too? the bronze sounded hopeful, lifting his head off his couch to try to peer into the bathing area.
Maybe. It is a rider's game, but I'm sure I'll think of some way to include you... The idea was tempting, he had to be honest about that. There had to be some way to involve the bronze, and Faranth knew the little dragon would be willing to do anything he asked.

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Lan’ae glanced at the rag at the mention of handing it to him and stood a moment, considering the idea. The thought brough him a step closer before he shook his head and moved over to one of the many benches that lined a number of the walls and sat down, crossing one leg so the ankle rested on the other’s knee.

“No, that’s okay D’leon. Its quite within reach. There is a good amount of soap on the shelf just above it, you can grab that while your at it I believe.” Letting out a small yawn, he stretched his arms behind his head and watched the young bronze rider. Maybe this would take a while… As soon as time would allow he’d grab another cup of klah. It really was a pity that the two buckets of water did not permit him to bring one in the first place.