06.Apr.13, 09:23 AM
Peorray watched the Weyrleader arrive with a calm expression, but felt her heart rate pick up in reaction. She'd been wrestling with whether she should come here today almost from the moment she'd known about the notice, or if it be better to just stay in her room until it was all over.
On the one hand, she wasn't a dragonrider. This felt like very much a rider thing, punishment for attacking the old Weyrleader, and probably no one would miss her if she'd stayed away. Nor was the prospect of seeing someone get murdered a pleasant one, no matter what they'd done. Peorray wasn't exactly blood-squeamish, but seeing human die would be much different that butchering an animal. And the poor dragon!
But this was as much a Katila matter as a rider one. They all depended on the Weyrleader for guidance and stability and people getting the idea they could attack that at will would be a bad thing. And deep in her heart, Peorray knew that it was important to witness justice being done. Not to be glad of it, or enjoy it, but simply to bear witness to such a drastic and sobering step as an execution. Besides, the person who'd read the note for her on the board -the Weyrleader's writing too bad for her to puzzle out- had said it was expected for everyone but the goldriders and weyrlings.
Still, the Weyrleader's arrival meant that the event was surely imminent and real, not an interesting moral debate. Peorray really hoped she had the guts to stick it out and stick to her principles on this. She sighed and looked around the small group she stood with, hoping to see someone as resigned-looking as she felt. Maybe they could support each other.
On the one hand, she wasn't a dragonrider. This felt like very much a rider thing, punishment for attacking the old Weyrleader, and probably no one would miss her if she'd stayed away. Nor was the prospect of seeing someone get murdered a pleasant one, no matter what they'd done. Peorray wasn't exactly blood-squeamish, but seeing human die would be much different that butchering an animal. And the poor dragon!
But this was as much a Katila matter as a rider one. They all depended on the Weyrleader for guidance and stability and people getting the idea they could attack that at will would be a bad thing. And deep in her heart, Peorray knew that it was important to witness justice being done. Not to be glad of it, or enjoy it, but simply to bear witness to such a drastic and sobering step as an execution. Besides, the person who'd read the note for her on the board -the Weyrleader's writing too bad for her to puzzle out- had said it was expected for everyone but the goldriders and weyrlings.
Still, the Weyrleader's arrival meant that the event was surely imminent and real, not an interesting moral debate. Peorray really hoped she had the guts to stick it out and stick to her principles on this. She sighed and looked around the small group she stood with, hoping to see someone as resigned-looking as she felt. Maybe they could support each other.