Vignette: Grounded!
Evana thought she knew what she was in for as she headed for the Headwoman's office. The Weyrwoman had said she was on latrine duty, and Eva had no doubt that Tarianel would follow up on it, even though Eva was a Crafthall resident. What she hadn't expected was to see the Headwoman so angry.

"Do you know why I called you here?" the Headwoman asked.

Evana was not, as she had so often felt the need to drive home with her fists, stupid. She wasn't about to start playing dumb now, so she answered "It's about the Weyr, isn't it?" There was no need to say which Weyr.

The Headwoman looked momentarily pleased that Evana hadn't opted for the hard way, but that expression was fleeting. "It is. I've received word that you're to be put on latrine duty."

Evana was resigned to this, and her nod was also resigned. She had tried so hard not to get in trouble, and had succeeded for the large part, but having a leader from another area request disciplinary action could not be written off.

Apparently the Headwoman was of the same mind. "I'm not going to ask what it was all about. You will be put on latrine duty, as the Werywoman requested. In addition, you're no longer allowed to visit the Weyr."

That provoked an immediate reaction from the laundress. "That's not fair. All I did was..."

"Immaterial" supplied the Headwoman.

Evana managed to hold back her tears. "For how long?" she asked hollowly.

"Indefinitely."

Evana gulped and nodded. The Headwoman dismissed her, and she carefully walked out of the office. She had managed to hold back her tears in there, but now that she was out, they spilled out.