17.Sep.13, 09:17 PM
Korutath shifted uneasily in the back of his mind, but L'varl ignored the bronze in favor of the scene in front of him. The import of the information being divulged was enough to override his typical sense of modesty where he would have at least pretended not to be paying attention to the exchange happening before him. Instead, he listened in silence, eyes following the conversation. This was much more interesting than debates and theories.
There was a certain level of personal interest beneath the professional kind, as he had never had a weyrmate, and lacked the interest in any individual for more than the occasional roll in the hay. Korutath had never been overtly interested in Flights either, thus reducing the chances of that particular brand of flightlust by a large amount. The bronzerider wasn't above getting drawn into peripheral flightlust, though, and was not so uncaring as to brush off the admittedly abrupt advances that losers tended to employ. He was knowledgeable enough, of both S'kef and the workings of relationships in general, to pick up on the air of the Weyrleader's with the greenrider, who L'varl had spared little more than a glance to upon his arrival.
He was much more interested now as J'ver spoke. Though he didn't speak, his mind was already working, questioning; a greenrider, of all things, to buck a gold's command? That in itself was interesting enough, and upon further consideration he supposed that the culprit being B'jin wasn't overtly surprising. The how, though. That was interesting, and something he could only make the faintest guess about. He had never given much thought to the untrustworthiness of greenriders; didn't consider himself particularly colourist, though there were few out there who did admit it, anyway. There was that sense of superiority that being bonded to a bronze gave him, but that was something that he accepted without thought, and something similar to what he assumed every rider felt, in perspective with the individual colors. Greens were supposed to serve, weren't they? Just like Bronzes were supposed to lead.
It wasn't until J'ver had finished his explanation that L'varl allowed his attention to turn back to his vaguely distressed dragon, who was still very much caught up on the idea of disobeying his gold's command.
She's not your anything, Korutath. Thinking like that will just get you in trouble. We talked about this. He did his best to sound soothing despite the somewhat unwelcome adrenaline this whole situation was causing. The way Korutath grumbled to himself was a testament to just how unsuccessful he was, but the dragon's tail stopped lashing, so L'varl let it go.
There was a certain level of personal interest beneath the professional kind, as he had never had a weyrmate, and lacked the interest in any individual for more than the occasional roll in the hay. Korutath had never been overtly interested in Flights either, thus reducing the chances of that particular brand of flightlust by a large amount. The bronzerider wasn't above getting drawn into peripheral flightlust, though, and was not so uncaring as to brush off the admittedly abrupt advances that losers tended to employ. He was knowledgeable enough, of both S'kef and the workings of relationships in general, to pick up on the air of the Weyrleader's with the greenrider, who L'varl had spared little more than a glance to upon his arrival.
He was much more interested now as J'ver spoke. Though he didn't speak, his mind was already working, questioning; a greenrider, of all things, to buck a gold's command? That in itself was interesting enough, and upon further consideration he supposed that the culprit being B'jin wasn't overtly surprising. The how, though. That was interesting, and something he could only make the faintest guess about. He had never given much thought to the untrustworthiness of greenriders; didn't consider himself particularly colourist, though there were few out there who did admit it, anyway. There was that sense of superiority that being bonded to a bronze gave him, but that was something that he accepted without thought, and something similar to what he assumed every rider felt, in perspective with the individual colors. Greens were supposed to serve, weren't they? Just like Bronzes were supposed to lead.
It wasn't until J'ver had finished his explanation that L'varl allowed his attention to turn back to his vaguely distressed dragon, who was still very much caught up on the idea of disobeying his gold's command.
She's not your anything, Korutath. Thinking like that will just get you in trouble. We talked about this. He did his best to sound soothing despite the somewhat unwelcome adrenaline this whole situation was causing. The way Korutath grumbled to himself was a testament to just how unsuccessful he was, but the dragon's tail stopped lashing, so L'varl let it go.
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[span style="background-color:#7a5310;"][color=#442712]Korutath speaks[/color][/span]