That Don’t Impress Me Much : Part 30

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Wordcount: 329 words
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Baron and May suffer the consequences of their choice.

NOTE: This is the first draft of a story, so it will most likely contain plot holes, retcons, and other inconsistencies. I’ll come back and fix things once the story (or arc) is complete!

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Initially the older foxhawks were friendly towards Baron and May, but gossip ran quickly through the rank and she found that the mood had changed even before they had finished lunch. She sighed, but there was not much either of them could do about the situation. She had been worried there would be an ‘accident’ while they were training, but thankfully Baron had said that would have broken other laws and thus was off the table. Shunning however was apparently very much an option.

Which confused the other fledglings, who still were not quite sure what Baron had done wrong, since no one was telling them. Apparently, the shunning was for the adults only, lest they had to explain what had gone wrong. Better for them to think that what Baron had done was impossible—who knew how many of the other hatchlings might be tempted to do the same.

The adults were in the unfortunate position of not being able to explain what was going on. After all Baron had broken the law by doing something that could not be done. So they fell back on ‘he broke the Laws’ and left it at that.

There were a lot of laws, although there were four main ones, for the grasping claws. It was assumed he had broken one of those and there was rampant speculation as to which one it could be. Interestingly none of the fledglings who had been at the hatching put two and two together with the golden’s objection to his choosing.

May did not have it as hard, since the foxhawks did not talk to the riders much. So she still got full interaction from the humans, who also did not treat Baron any differently. There would probably be things further along in their training that would require cooperation from the elders that they may or may not get, but for now a lot of what she was learning was boring history and procedurals.


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