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06.Feb.12, 06:28 PM
Ronarth perched anxiously outside the dining hall, his golden-bronze hide gently illuminated by the last sunlight. Normally Ronarth would be enjoying one of these Katilan summer evenings, where the sun lingered long on the horizon and the air stayed warm late into the night. Tonight, however, the bronze was anxious. His eyes whirled in torrents of red as he projected himself inwards, searching for his rider's eyes.
D'ren was seated in his usual spot, on the raised table near the back of the hall. He'd never cared much for such a symbolically elevated position, but at least tonight it would suit him. He was dressed nice, adored in a rich red jacket and a neat brown vest and matching pants supplied to him by one of the Weyr's better tailors. Normally, he would address the Weyr while wearing his regular riding leathers. He liked them to think of him as one of them, simply a man doing the job he'd been appointed. Tonight, though, it would be befitting to look leaderly. Tonight he was making an announcement that might not be popular.
He adjusted the cuffs on his jacket and took another sip of wine. The new policy was his idea, but Tsuen had backed it fully. Neither of them knew at any given time if the choices they made were right, but someone had to do it. It needed to be decisive, firm. Tsuen had experienced more than anyone's fair share of doubt and guilt over the past few turns. Tonight, D'ren planned to ease that burden, at least as much as he could. He would take the blame for this one.
Perhaps it won't go so badly Ronarth offered hopefully. D'ren provided a mental shrug. Maybe he thought. He liked to think it wouldn't. The Katilan population was tolerant most of the time. They understood that they lived in a time of hardship. While D'ren had a lot of faith in his Weyr, he was also a worrier. After all, he wouldn't want to be the one hearing this news if it was applicable to him!
He wiped some more sweat from his brow. God, that jacket was hot.
"All right," he said lowly, to Tsuen and Ronarth and himself, as well as anyone else who could hear him. "Let's go."
He rose to his feet and tapped his fork against his glass, calling for the dining room to be silent. Plenty of people had showed up, as he expected, though not the entire Weyr. That was just as well. News spread quickly.
"Everyone, can I have your attention please?" he called out in a firm voice.
D'ren was seated in his usual spot, on the raised table near the back of the hall. He'd never cared much for such a symbolically elevated position, but at least tonight it would suit him. He was dressed nice, adored in a rich red jacket and a neat brown vest and matching pants supplied to him by one of the Weyr's better tailors. Normally, he would address the Weyr while wearing his regular riding leathers. He liked them to think of him as one of them, simply a man doing the job he'd been appointed. Tonight, though, it would be befitting to look leaderly. Tonight he was making an announcement that might not be popular.
He adjusted the cuffs on his jacket and took another sip of wine. The new policy was his idea, but Tsuen had backed it fully. Neither of them knew at any given time if the choices they made were right, but someone had to do it. It needed to be decisive, firm. Tsuen had experienced more than anyone's fair share of doubt and guilt over the past few turns. Tonight, D'ren planned to ease that burden, at least as much as he could. He would take the blame for this one.
Perhaps it won't go so badly Ronarth offered hopefully. D'ren provided a mental shrug. Maybe he thought. He liked to think it wouldn't. The Katilan population was tolerant most of the time. They understood that they lived in a time of hardship. While D'ren had a lot of faith in his Weyr, he was also a worrier. After all, he wouldn't want to be the one hearing this news if it was applicable to him!
He wiped some more sweat from his brow. God, that jacket was hot.
"All right," he said lowly, to Tsuen and Ronarth and himself, as well as anyone else who could hear him. "Let's go."
He rose to his feet and tapped his fork against his glass, calling for the dining room to be silent. Plenty of people had showed up, as he expected, though not the entire Weyr. That was just as well. News spread quickly.
"Everyone, can I have your attention please?" he called out in a firm voice.
