07.Oct.13, 07:21 PM
"You certainly can help," S'kef replied, keeping his tone even and pleasant. Granted, the girl was right. Women were scarcely useful, and right now one particular woman was proving to be a massive thorn in his side. There was little than a single candidate could do, male or female, but S'kef valued the favor of the masses. Even those who weren't important themselves knew someone important or could be put to work in a productive way, so rather than dismiss the girl, he just kept smiling.
"All I need from you is your support," he assured her. "We're all in the same position here, and some of our companions don't understand that the future is more important than the past." Shards, was he sick of all the paranoid wherries picking away at him, citing past cruelty and misconduct as an excuse to sew mistrust and dissent! Katila was fragile under it's enduring surface, and S'kef was absolutely convinced that a few more turns of flailing in the jungle would see the whole thing go down in flames. His own grasp for power had come close enough to tearing the weyr into two factions, but at the end of the day, he rested the blame on those fools who were too afraid of his reputation to see that he was saving them. Idiots!
I love it when you sound so sure of yourself his dragon said with grim approval. The brown dragon had long grown weary of politics, but he remained quietly loyal all the same, his unblinking gaze never leaving his rider's back. This one sees the strength in you
Good
The brownrider looked back to Arddra, his gaze having shifted momentarily in the general direction of his dragon. "We certainly have no shortage of celebrations," he said, giving her a non-committal answer. A well-wishing celebration would only annoy his supporters and leave his accusers with something to pick apart, he was sure of it. "I find that actions speak louder than words."
"All I need from you is your support," he assured her. "We're all in the same position here, and some of our companions don't understand that the future is more important than the past." Shards, was he sick of all the paranoid wherries picking away at him, citing past cruelty and misconduct as an excuse to sew mistrust and dissent! Katila was fragile under it's enduring surface, and S'kef was absolutely convinced that a few more turns of flailing in the jungle would see the whole thing go down in flames. His own grasp for power had come close enough to tearing the weyr into two factions, but at the end of the day, he rested the blame on those fools who were too afraid of his reputation to see that he was saving them. Idiots!
Good
The brownrider looked back to Arddra, his gaze having shifted momentarily in the general direction of his dragon. "We certainly have no shortage of celebrations," he said, giving her a non-committal answer. A well-wishing celebration would only annoy his supporters and leave his accusers with something to pick apart, he was sure of it. "I find that actions speak louder than words."