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16.May.13, 08:23 PM
L'varl was splitting his attention between his dragon, who was still brooding in a very uncharacteristic but admittedly childish manner, and the Weyrleader. It wasn't so much that he didn't trust the man (L'varl didn't trust much of anybody, actually, but he usually didn't act on that paranoia enough to be obvious about it), but that he was similarly curious. Scoping him out was all well and good, he could have cared less. He had confidence in spades, even if there was a seed of worry and just a tiny bit of jealousy from Korutath, and he didn't need to prove himself to anyone.
He had decided, for some reason that not even he was completely sure of, not to pass judgement on S'kef as quickly as he was tempted to do when the brownrider had first stepped into the role of Weyrleader. He'd gradually found himself pleasantly surprised by the results of not immediately sweeping S'kef into the 'inept' category, which was, unfortunately, growing at an alarming rate. He had to agree with S'kef on what a mess Katila had been, though he wasn't so sure it shouldn't have been 'still was.' Things were better, sure, anyone could see that, but he was of much the same opinion as S'kef. Nothing would happen overnight, and anyone who expected it to happen was an idiot. Things could go rotten much faster than they could be fixed, and Katila had had more than enough time for the wounds to fester and rot. It had been a sickness, and nobody had had the clarity to see it for what it was until it was nearly too late. Or, they hadn't been able to do anything up until now.
"People don't like not knowing the future. They're convinced they can control everything except that when they can't even control their own present. Train wreck is a good way to describe it." L'varl had never been a particularly outspoken individual. He liked to watch, and Korutath had a particular talent for remembering offhand comments that he made to the bronze when L'varl himself would have forgotten them. People-watching wasn't a term L'varl would have used, but it was relatively accurate for the sport, if a little tame for a bronzerider's tastes.
L'varl was thoroughly torn on the topic of the previous Weyrleader; on the one hand, he'd grown up around the older rider, if not consciously watching him, at least taking as many notes from as many different bronzeriders as he possibly could. On the other, he was disappointed in the way he had allowed things to deteriorate before the murder attempt. Much of that could also be blamed on Tsuen, of course, and that was generally what L'varl preferred to do. He had never liked the woman, and never trusted her soundness of mind. Clearly, those had been good instincts. Sometimes he almost wished he'd done something about it. But his days of rule-breaking and adventure had been over before Katila even existed, and he was largely okay with that.
"She was certainly doing something wrong," L'varl said after a pause, not sure whether S'kef was baiting him or being genuine. Then common sense set in and the paranoia was set firmly aside. He couldn't say he was particularly surprised by S'kef's vehemence against the Weyrwoman, either. He was the one picking up the pieces, after all.
He had decided, for some reason that not even he was completely sure of, not to pass judgement on S'kef as quickly as he was tempted to do when the brownrider had first stepped into the role of Weyrleader. He'd gradually found himself pleasantly surprised by the results of not immediately sweeping S'kef into the 'inept' category, which was, unfortunately, growing at an alarming rate. He had to agree with S'kef on what a mess Katila had been, though he wasn't so sure it shouldn't have been 'still was.' Things were better, sure, anyone could see that, but he was of much the same opinion as S'kef. Nothing would happen overnight, and anyone who expected it to happen was an idiot. Things could go rotten much faster than they could be fixed, and Katila had had more than enough time for the wounds to fester and rot. It had been a sickness, and nobody had had the clarity to see it for what it was until it was nearly too late. Or, they hadn't been able to do anything up until now.
"People don't like not knowing the future. They're convinced they can control everything except that when they can't even control their own present. Train wreck is a good way to describe it." L'varl had never been a particularly outspoken individual. He liked to watch, and Korutath had a particular talent for remembering offhand comments that he made to the bronze when L'varl himself would have forgotten them. People-watching wasn't a term L'varl would have used, but it was relatively accurate for the sport, if a little tame for a bronzerider's tastes.
L'varl was thoroughly torn on the topic of the previous Weyrleader; on the one hand, he'd grown up around the older rider, if not consciously watching him, at least taking as many notes from as many different bronzeriders as he possibly could. On the other, he was disappointed in the way he had allowed things to deteriorate before the murder attempt. Much of that could also be blamed on Tsuen, of course, and that was generally what L'varl preferred to do. He had never liked the woman, and never trusted her soundness of mind. Clearly, those had been good instincts. Sometimes he almost wished he'd done something about it. But his days of rule-breaking and adventure had been over before Katila even existed, and he was largely okay with that.
"She was certainly doing something wrong," L'varl said after a pause, not sure whether S'kef was baiting him or being genuine. Then common sense set in and the paranoia was set firmly aside. He couldn't say he was particularly surprised by S'kef's vehemence against the Weyrwoman, either. He was the one picking up the pieces, after all.
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