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17.Apr.13, 01:12 AM
In the back of the crowd, M'din stood with his large feet planted firmly on the ground, arms akimbo, as if his stance gave him strength. He felt the buzzing tension swirl around him as the candlemarks passed, broken by angry shouts and conspiratorial mutters, ever grateful for his steady connection to Armath. Perched nearby, his dragon's mind whirled, but his emotions did not show in his easy, slouched posture. To the others, Armath would appear relaxed, even bored. M'din squinted his brown eyes at S'kef, his closest approximation to a glare, and scratched at his thick beard. While he did not trust the Weyrleader, he did not believe he was capable of murdering an innocent rider. That being said, he was unsure of T'shiro's guilt in the first place. There was something akin to a motive, yet a simple announcement of T'shiro's attempt on D'ren's life should not be enough to execute a man without a proper investigation. There was no evidence.
You read people better than I do, Armath. What do you feel?
I think killing this man is a huge mistake. We can not afford to lose riders and dragons like this. His tone was strained and final.
M'din glanced upward at his dragon in surprise, You sound so certain of T'shiro's innocence.
If I'd proof he was faultless we would have stopped this clusterfuck long ago. I cannot disprove this accusation, but our uncertainty of T'shiro's guilt speaks volumes. Even from a distance, M'din could see the tightness in his dragon's strong jaw.
He tore his gaze away from his brown and settled back on S'kef, a far from pleasurable visual experience. How could a leader make the decision to end a person's life when there were no facts to justify it? Armath did not respond. Thinking of the barren cold of between made M'din shiver sympathetically for T'shiro. He imagined it would feel like drowning in icy water, unable to breathe, unable to see. Lonely and weak and desperate for salvation when none would come. He did not wish that death on anyone.
He cracked his knuckles loudly, startling those around him. He did not notice their stony glances. This was not how it should be at Katila. For all of its struggles and problems, this Weyr deserved better than a mindless execution. M'din had been surrounded by so much death that he could not bear to lose another person, even a stranger like T'shiro. Let sicknesses and accidents claim the lives of these men and women, not their Weyrleader. Certainly, these sorts of decisions were above M'din's head, but a question lingered like an impossible itch to scratch.
He looked at the accused bronzerider, a man potentially innocent of the crimes they claimed he committed. Shouldn't a leader protect his people?
Armath murmured, voice raw with bitterness,I see no leader before me. Wearily, M'din agreed, eyes set sadly on his Weyrleader.
You read people better than I do, Armath. What do you feel?
M'din glanced upward at his dragon in surprise, You sound so certain of T'shiro's innocence.
He tore his gaze away from his brown and settled back on S'kef, a far from pleasurable visual experience. How could a leader make the decision to end a person's life when there were no facts to justify it? Armath did not respond. Thinking of the barren cold of between made M'din shiver sympathetically for T'shiro. He imagined it would feel like drowning in icy water, unable to breathe, unable to see. Lonely and weak and desperate for salvation when none would come. He did not wish that death on anyone.
He cracked his knuckles loudly, startling those around him. He did not notice their stony glances. This was not how it should be at Katila. For all of its struggles and problems, this Weyr deserved better than a mindless execution. M'din had been surrounded by so much death that he could not bear to lose another person, even a stranger like T'shiro. Let sicknesses and accidents claim the lives of these men and women, not their Weyrleader. Certainly, these sorts of decisions were above M'din's head, but a question lingered like an impossible itch to scratch.
He looked at the accused bronzerider, a man potentially innocent of the crimes they claimed he committed. Shouldn't a leader protect his people?
Armath murmured, voice raw with bitterness,
