A'drew, SEA. PUNISHING MICHEVIOUSE WEYRLINGS.<br/><br/>He had seen Sari fly in on Ronith, so he wasn't suprised when she walked towards him. He was supprised however at her news about the straps. "That dosn't sound good. If I thought it was a prank I'd say one of these three did it but cutting straps isn't like hiding spiders in another wyerlings bed. If you still have the old straps bring them by my wyer later today and I will take them to the crafthalls to have a leatherworker look at them to see if they broke or if they really were cut. If they were indeed cut like you fear then I will talk to the Wyerwoman." He quickly puts an arm around her and shield her with his own body as a wave of water comes rushing at them propelled by Zeranths massive tail. It leaves him soaked to the bone but spares her most of it.<br/><br/>"Why you sorry little flamer!" He yells at his dragon, raising a fist. then he sighs and shakes his head. "I don't suppose Ronith needs a bath, I have weyrlings to punish for misdeeds done."