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28.Apr.14, 07:30 PM
Gabrin had heard of the dragonriders showing up to have some sort of formal greeting with the Lord Holder through both gossip and official channels given his station. He was quick to use that station to squeeze his way into the meeting as well. He sat quietly, observing both sides as the entire situation unfolded around him. The Weyrleader, S’kef, did his best to keep his composure as he apologised for some things, outlined plans for others, and asked to begin Searching once again. The Lord Holder did his best to listen patiently but Gabrin could tell when that was about to snap and barely refrained from smirking when the dragonriders were put in their place and asked to leave.
The two leading men weren’t the only ones he had kept an eye on. Some of the dragonriders seemed to be doing their best to appear charming and set a good example, though he couldn’t say for certain if that was an accurate portrayal of their characters or not. The Weyrsecond, however, seemed to be the one that would prove the most fun and informative on a more one-on-one level. The man seemed to be in over his head and probably held differing views from S’kef who seemed like the type of man that liked things done his way.
He waited until the dragonriders made their way back to their respective dragons since it would open up a chance to catch the Second without the entire group surrounding him and the Lord Holder wouldn’t pay as much notice. It was clear they were all supposed to agree with his stance that the dragonriders were evil and not welcomed but Gabrin wanted to form his own opinion and see which side was the better one to be aligned with. The last time he had been close to a dragon, he was about five and they all looked rather large to him. Now, two decades later, he had to admit that he was still impressed by their size and even the beauty they possessed. Given how tightly bound the men were to their dragons, Gabrin figured that was actually a good opening to his conversation with the brownrider he casually approached.
“He’s a handsome dragon, Weyrsecond,” Gabrin commented lightly as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and slipped it to the brownrider. “Thanks for the visit and update on your existence. As you can see, we were desperate for your return,” he added as he walked away, making it seem to anyone watching that he had only approached to make some snide comment before dismissing them as they were supposed to do. It was all an act, of course, since the note he had prepared before the meeting in case he found anyone of interest stated he wanted to meet at the local inn and tavern later that evening to discuss things.
Gabrin arrived early to claim a table and a tankard of ale to nurse while he waited for the brownrider to appear. He figured it would be easier on the other man to be waved over rather than try to find the lordling that had given him the note. It never occurred to Gabrin to think the man wouldn’t come or that he’d send someone else in his place. It was far too delicate a situation to allow for any slip ups and betrayals just yet. So when K’ton entered the establishment, Gabrin merely smiled and lifted a hand in greeting to catch the man’s eye and gestured to the empty chair at his table.
The two leading men weren’t the only ones he had kept an eye on. Some of the dragonriders seemed to be doing their best to appear charming and set a good example, though he couldn’t say for certain if that was an accurate portrayal of their characters or not. The Weyrsecond, however, seemed to be the one that would prove the most fun and informative on a more one-on-one level. The man seemed to be in over his head and probably held differing views from S’kef who seemed like the type of man that liked things done his way.
He waited until the dragonriders made their way back to their respective dragons since it would open up a chance to catch the Second without the entire group surrounding him and the Lord Holder wouldn’t pay as much notice. It was clear they were all supposed to agree with his stance that the dragonriders were evil and not welcomed but Gabrin wanted to form his own opinion and see which side was the better one to be aligned with. The last time he had been close to a dragon, he was about five and they all looked rather large to him. Now, two decades later, he had to admit that he was still impressed by their size and even the beauty they possessed. Given how tightly bound the men were to their dragons, Gabrin figured that was actually a good opening to his conversation with the brownrider he casually approached.
“He’s a handsome dragon, Weyrsecond,” Gabrin commented lightly as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and slipped it to the brownrider. “Thanks for the visit and update on your existence. As you can see, we were desperate for your return,” he added as he walked away, making it seem to anyone watching that he had only approached to make some snide comment before dismissing them as they were supposed to do. It was all an act, of course, since the note he had prepared before the meeting in case he found anyone of interest stated he wanted to meet at the local inn and tavern later that evening to discuss things.
Gabrin arrived early to claim a table and a tankard of ale to nurse while he waited for the brownrider to appear. He figured it would be easier on the other man to be waved over rather than try to find the lordling that had given him the note. It never occurred to Gabrin to think the man wouldn’t come or that he’d send someone else in his place. It was far too delicate a situation to allow for any slip ups and betrayals just yet. So when K’ton entered the establishment, Gabrin merely smiled and lifted a hand in greeting to catch the man’s eye and gestured to the empty chair at his table.
