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14.Aug.13, 10:34 PM
Tyrrisath settled outside the small barracks on the candidate isle, his red eyes smoldering with apprehension. They will be angry the dragon said in bold and flat speech, sighing in frustration as he lowered his head.
"Of course they will," S'kef replied as he stepped on the ground and adjusted the small leather bag on his right shoulder. He smiled widely, looking over the recently-unused building and then out across the water, back towards the Weyr proper. "And they'd better be."
He sure was. It had taken every ounce of self control not to overreact when he learned this new truth. Now, he was going to share it with those who mattered. He'd discreetly called for his Weyrsecond and his most trusted wingleader, and instructed them to invite those they deemed trustworthy beyond that. They would meet at sunrise at the candidate isle, unused and out of the way, with plenty of open space all around so that no one could approach and spy undetected.
Of course, J'ver also got an invitation, but the brownrider had already given his mate a little sneak preview of the day's business the previous evening. He'd told Z'ia, too...He couldn't be sure that J'ver would want to actually join in the discussion rather than run damage control in the Weyr proper while it was going on, and Z'ia wished to remain anonymous. S'kef would leave the invitation open for J'ver and appease Z'ia's wishes. He expected to see the others.
He moved into the meeting room originally used to interview new candidates. He tossed the papers in question onto the center table and scowled. Watch for their arrival he ordered Tyrrisath as he started to round up some chairs. Flit helped, darting around and tossing out images of chairs as she found them. He'd been working hard to train her, and it finally seemed to be catching on! She was smart enough to realize that he wanted chairs, and she wanted nothing more than to please him. He'd found that cashing in on her eagerness was the best way to get results.
"Good girl," he said as he finished up, lifting one finger for her to alight on. She was getting too big, though! He laughed, holding his hand flat for her to crawl and perch on top of, then used his other finger to scratch her neck. "We're going to have some company soon..."
We have company now
S'kef's gentle expression faded swiftly and was replaced with a scowl. "Good..."
"Of course they will," S'kef replied as he stepped on the ground and adjusted the small leather bag on his right shoulder. He smiled widely, looking over the recently-unused building and then out across the water, back towards the Weyr proper. "And they'd better be."
He sure was. It had taken every ounce of self control not to overreact when he learned this new truth. Now, he was going to share it with those who mattered. He'd discreetly called for his Weyrsecond and his most trusted wingleader, and instructed them to invite those they deemed trustworthy beyond that. They would meet at sunrise at the candidate isle, unused and out of the way, with plenty of open space all around so that no one could approach and spy undetected.
Of course, J'ver also got an invitation, but the brownrider had already given his mate a little sneak preview of the day's business the previous evening. He'd told Z'ia, too...He couldn't be sure that J'ver would want to actually join in the discussion rather than run damage control in the Weyr proper while it was going on, and Z'ia wished to remain anonymous. S'kef would leave the invitation open for J'ver and appease Z'ia's wishes. He expected to see the others.
He moved into the meeting room originally used to interview new candidates. He tossed the papers in question onto the center table and scowled. Watch for their arrival he ordered Tyrrisath as he started to round up some chairs. Flit helped, darting around and tossing out images of chairs as she found them. He'd been working hard to train her, and it finally seemed to be catching on! She was smart enough to realize that he wanted chairs, and she wanted nothing more than to please him. He'd found that cashing in on her eagerness was the best way to get results.
"Good girl," he said as he finished up, lifting one finger for her to alight on. She was getting too big, though! He laughed, holding his hand flat for her to crawl and perch on top of, then used his other finger to scratch her neck. "We're going to have some company soon..."
S'kef's gentle expression faded swiftly and was replaced with a scowl. "Good..."
