30.Sep.13, 04:27 AM
S'kef had all at long to stew about the news. B'jin had gone north? He'd gone north and J'ver knew? J'ver knew and didn't say anything? S'kef wouldn't dare assume that his beloved little flower had intentionally withheld such valuable information from him, especially since the poor dear looked so alarmed when he blurted it out. J'ver was never so careless with true secrets. No, this was likely a little oversight. Those things happened, but little oversights had cost them an awful lot in the past. J'ver would need to be punished.
In a weird way, S'kef welcomed it. He'd paced in their hut and pondered on it all day long, plotting the things he would do to punish the adorable greenrider, but S'kef knew that when it came down to it, he was most likely to simply lose his temper the moment J'ver came in the door. In addition, S'kef was curious exactly how his greenie was executing his lastest order: find out how B'jin had worked his magic. S'kef didn't expect the answer today, though his pet was clever enough that S'kef wouldn't be terribly surprised if he did.
No, he didn't expect an answer, but he did expect progress, or at least a plan of attack. S'kef wanted to know all about this little trip, and how he and his followers could make use of it. It was for the betterment of the entire Weyr, and he would not tolerate it being withheld! He'd wring B'jin's neck on his own if he needed to.
Flit let out a call of alarm and raced to S'kef's shoulders. Tyrrisath started to chime in, but he didn't have to. Flit was already supplying S'kef with an image of the returning greenrider. Tyrrisath was content to back off and instead project himself to Rilaleeyth, reassuring her sweetly, for he was certain she would be nervous. Tyrrisath was more than happy to play the role of the strong, stoic brown in times like these. Rila was far too sweet to put up with this shit alone.
S'kef was disgusted by his dragon's attitude and rudely pushed him out of his head. "J'ver!" he shouted, his mind focused solely on the task at hand. "Get your ass in here, now!"
In a weird way, S'kef welcomed it. He'd paced in their hut and pondered on it all day long, plotting the things he would do to punish the adorable greenrider, but S'kef knew that when it came down to it, he was most likely to simply lose his temper the moment J'ver came in the door. In addition, S'kef was curious exactly how his greenie was executing his lastest order: find out how B'jin had worked his magic. S'kef didn't expect the answer today, though his pet was clever enough that S'kef wouldn't be terribly surprised if he did.
No, he didn't expect an answer, but he did expect progress, or at least a plan of attack. S'kef wanted to know all about this little trip, and how he and his followers could make use of it. It was for the betterment of the entire Weyr, and he would not tolerate it being withheld! He'd wring B'jin's neck on his own if he needed to.
Flit let out a call of alarm and raced to S'kef's shoulders. Tyrrisath started to chime in, but he didn't have to. Flit was already supplying S'kef with an image of the returning greenrider. Tyrrisath was content to back off and instead project himself to Rilaleeyth, reassuring her sweetly, for he was certain she would be nervous. Tyrrisath was more than happy to play the role of the strong, stoic brown in times like these. Rila was far too sweet to put up with this shit alone.
S'kef was disgusted by his dragon's attitude and rudely pushed him out of his head. "J'ver!" he shouted, his mind focused solely on the task at hand. "Get your ass in here, now!"