11.May.13, 11:11 AM
"Some days are worse than others," S'kef replied. He loved how L'varl didn't flinch from his eye. It was nice to see that at least one of the bronzeriders around wasn't a total coward. S'kef was almost ashamed of how proper and submissive he'd once been before them. Surely some of them remembered, perhaps had even noticed S'kef's attitude change with time. If any of them did, however, they had not yet shown it or made any comment. So many of Katila's bronzeriders had been shy to step into the roles that were once expected of them. Hah! And they wondered how they ended up with a brownrider in charge!
S'kef realized he was grinning, and inserted a mild, dismissive laugh. "Most of the time, it's a sharding mess," he said with that same small bit of humor, though there was also a distinct streak of pride in his voice. The job was hell, but he'd firmly convinced himself that he was born for it. He reminded himself of that any time he felt weighed down. This was his He'd worked hard, and he'd done things that he truly felt no one else would do to achieve that goal. It was an arrogant mindset that he felt completely entitled to. He wasn't just ambitious. Being ambitious meant protecting your own interest, but he had been and still was willing to crush someone else's as well.
Times like this made S'kef think of J'ver. The wily greenrider had been instrumental by his actions, but he also served as a reminder that no one could get away with such a massive undertaking alone. Becoming Weyrleader was a lofty first goal, but now S'kef found himself with the even alrger one of whipping this damn place into shape. He needed help from other strong, like-minded individuals.
Therefore, the casual appraisal continued. "Someone's got to do it. It's hectic, of course...people will complain about anything, and this place was a sharding wreck." Was? Shards, it still was, but S'kef wasn't admitting that. It was obviously insane for anyone to expect an overnight fix, but S'kef figured the first step to achieving that overnight fix was acting like it was in the bag. People were stupid, and D'ren had practically reeked of stress and fear. Why would anyone show their weakness like that?
"Tsuen would continue to see it run into the ground, of course," S'kef continued with mild humor, waiting with interest to see how L'varl might react. Then, partially to add to the fire and partially because he just couldn't help it, "Stupid bitch."
S'kef realized he was grinning, and inserted a mild, dismissive laugh. "Most of the time, it's a sharding mess," he said with that same small bit of humor, though there was also a distinct streak of pride in his voice. The job was hell, but he'd firmly convinced himself that he was born for it. He reminded himself of that any time he felt weighed down. This was his He'd worked hard, and he'd done things that he truly felt no one else would do to achieve that goal. It was an arrogant mindset that he felt completely entitled to. He wasn't just ambitious. Being ambitious meant protecting your own interest, but he had been and still was willing to crush someone else's as well.
Times like this made S'kef think of J'ver. The wily greenrider had been instrumental by his actions, but he also served as a reminder that no one could get away with such a massive undertaking alone. Becoming Weyrleader was a lofty first goal, but now S'kef found himself with the even alrger one of whipping this damn place into shape. He needed help from other strong, like-minded individuals.
Therefore, the casual appraisal continued. "Someone's got to do it. It's hectic, of course...people will complain about anything, and this place was a sharding wreck." Was? Shards, it still was, but S'kef wasn't admitting that. It was obviously insane for anyone to expect an overnight fix, but S'kef figured the first step to achieving that overnight fix was acting like it was in the bag. People were stupid, and D'ren had practically reeked of stress and fear. Why would anyone show their weakness like that?
"Tsuen would continue to see it run into the ground, of course," S'kef continued with mild humor, waiting with interest to see how L'varl might react. Then, partially to add to the fire and partially because he just couldn't help it, "Stupid bitch."