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09.Feb.12, 01:33 AM
While N’gelt felt no attachment to D’ren, nor any desire to obey his orders, the news of an announcement by him was too enticing to resist. In the past, the laws, if you could call them that, that D’ren had laid down had been heartily approved by the Brownrider, and it was for that reason that he sat in the dining hall, idly picking at a wherry bone. N’gelt wasn’t stupid, D’ren never wore finery, he wore leathers to ‘be one with the riders’ or some bullocks like that. That he had stepped out like this meant a big announcement. As the Weyrleader finally spoke, he rolled his eyes, of course there was no plague, that would have been instantly announced via dragon and everyone would have fled. He had heard of Northerner rumours but simply shrugged, whether they found them or not, the Brownrider seemed particularly blasé about it.
The real announcement though, turned out to at first be completely irrelevant to N’gelt. Irritated that he was wasting his time sitting around listening to some old man yabbering on, he snapped the wherry bone in half. About to stand up and leave N’gelt paused mid-way through pushing his plate away from him, his head snapping to face D’ren at the words ‘female Candidacy’. Strictly limited? Now there was the reason N’gelt appreciated D’ren leading the Weyr. He knew exactly how women were meant to live; not Impressed to dragons and raising children. Perfect! N’gelt smirked to himself, he couldn’t have done it better. Well, no that wasn’t true, he could have done everything better, after all he rode Brown, the noblest of all the dragons. Still, it was a step in the right direction. Leaning back in his chair he folded his arms behind his head and waited, the ensuing ruckus was sure to be entertaining.
He didn’t have to wait long, with a tiny dark-skinned woman storming up to the Weyrleaders’ table. Though there was a din around him, he was close enough to hear her shouts about D’ren’s decision. N’gelt scoffed, this was exactly the kind of woman they didn’t want riding a dragon. Imagine how proddy and irritating she would be come her Green’s flight? Since there was no way she’d get anywhere near a noble Brown or even the hardy Blues. His eyes flicked to E’lore, sitting beside Tsuen. Her Brown must have been damaged in the egg to have chosen a woman as his life mate. N’gelt rolled his eyes and looked back to D’ren, how would he address this crazy little girl?
The real announcement though, turned out to at first be completely irrelevant to N’gelt. Irritated that he was wasting his time sitting around listening to some old man yabbering on, he snapped the wherry bone in half. About to stand up and leave N’gelt paused mid-way through pushing his plate away from him, his head snapping to face D’ren at the words ‘female Candidacy’. Strictly limited? Now there was the reason N’gelt appreciated D’ren leading the Weyr. He knew exactly how women were meant to live; not Impressed to dragons and raising children. Perfect! N’gelt smirked to himself, he couldn’t have done it better. Well, no that wasn’t true, he could have done everything better, after all he rode Brown, the noblest of all the dragons. Still, it was a step in the right direction. Leaning back in his chair he folded his arms behind his head and waited, the ensuing ruckus was sure to be entertaining.
He didn’t have to wait long, with a tiny dark-skinned woman storming up to the Weyrleaders’ table. Though there was a din around him, he was close enough to hear her shouts about D’ren’s decision. N’gelt scoffed, this was exactly the kind of woman they didn’t want riding a dragon. Imagine how proddy and irritating she would be come her Green’s flight? Since there was no way she’d get anywhere near a noble Brown or even the hardy Blues. His eyes flicked to E’lore, sitting beside Tsuen. Her Brown must have been damaged in the egg to have chosen a woman as his life mate. N’gelt rolled his eyes and looked back to D’ren, how would he address this crazy little girl?
