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07.Feb.13, 04:59 AM
"I spoke to the healers again," S'kef said as he walked along the beach, idly kicking one rock and watching as it bounced off into the water. "They said D'ren will likely be released from the infirmary in another month or so, as long as Tsuen doesn't continue her overzealous protection and insistence that he stays locked away." The man snorted derisively. Tsuen was insane; her restrictive 'care' for the bronzerider had come closer to killing him than the poisoning had, and that was just disgusting.
"I can't wait to be rid of her," he said, looking to his companion and smiling. He knew he was hardly the only man in Katila to talk like that. "And I expect I'm far from alone. It's funny, isn't it? D'ren stupidly tries to shield her from bad publicity and he winds up the popular one."
D'ren was popular, wasn't he? The Weyr seemed to think that S'kef had big shoes to fill, but so far he found his own work so much more pleasing. He was more efficient and more logical than D'ren, with no weak bleeding heart to distract him from the important task at hand. Given time, the weyr would learn that he was the better of the two. If D'ren had been smart, he'd have pawned all of his failings off on that she-beast and reaped the rewards.
S'kef sighed, folding his hands in front of him and looking lazily across the water. It was a warm afternoon on a clear day. Across the lake, he could see Tyrrisath's gold-tinged hide laying on the far bank, soaking up the late afternoon sun. S'kef expected Rilaleeyth was behind him, but if she was, he couldn't see her over the larger dragon. It had been a long time since S'kef had managed to escape his duties before sundown, and longer still since he'd coaxed J'ver on an outside expedition with him. S'kef wasn't a long, romantic-walks-on-the beach kind of guy, but anything could be occasionally appealing when done tastefully.
Besides, Tsuen had demanded a meeting with S'kef to discuss some sort of business earlier. S'kef had made a point of blowing her off; he had no interest in discussing the topic at hand, which he'd already made his final decision over, and he didn't appreciate her notion that she had a right to command him. No one had any right to command him. He ruled by right of succession with legitimacy bestowed by D'ren's chosen second, and she was nothing but a woman. He was certain he'd get an earful for it, but that was a small price to pay to put her in her place.
"Tsuen will probably be mad at me for this," he remarked, winking almost playfully at J'ver. "I sort of hope so. I'm sure it will make tomorrow much less monotonous."
"I can't wait to be rid of her," he said, looking to his companion and smiling. He knew he was hardly the only man in Katila to talk like that. "And I expect I'm far from alone. It's funny, isn't it? D'ren stupidly tries to shield her from bad publicity and he winds up the popular one."
D'ren was popular, wasn't he? The Weyr seemed to think that S'kef had big shoes to fill, but so far he found his own work so much more pleasing. He was more efficient and more logical than D'ren, with no weak bleeding heart to distract him from the important task at hand. Given time, the weyr would learn that he was the better of the two. If D'ren had been smart, he'd have pawned all of his failings off on that she-beast and reaped the rewards.
S'kef sighed, folding his hands in front of him and looking lazily across the water. It was a warm afternoon on a clear day. Across the lake, he could see Tyrrisath's gold-tinged hide laying on the far bank, soaking up the late afternoon sun. S'kef expected Rilaleeyth was behind him, but if she was, he couldn't see her over the larger dragon. It had been a long time since S'kef had managed to escape his duties before sundown, and longer still since he'd coaxed J'ver on an outside expedition with him. S'kef wasn't a long, romantic-walks-on-the beach kind of guy, but anything could be occasionally appealing when done tastefully.
Besides, Tsuen had demanded a meeting with S'kef to discuss some sort of business earlier. S'kef had made a point of blowing her off; he had no interest in discussing the topic at hand, which he'd already made his final decision over, and he didn't appreciate her notion that she had a right to command him. No one had any right to command him. He ruled by right of succession with legitimacy bestowed by D'ren's chosen second, and she was nothing but a woman. He was certain he'd get an earful for it, but that was a small price to pay to put her in her place.
"Tsuen will probably be mad at me for this," he remarked, winking almost playfully at J'ver. "I sort of hope so. I'm sure it will make tomorrow much less monotonous."
