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05.Jun.14, 09:25 AM
Ekshan didn’t quite roll his eyes at Gabrin’s explanation though he did give him a dubious look. He’d been with Gabrin long enough to know he wouldn’t be attending the hatching out of just idle curiosity. Many of the Holders were still upset about the stealing and wary about what the Weyr was planning next. Ekshan only hear what gossip made it to the ears of the common folk, or whatever Gabrin happened the mention in passing. Tensions still ran high and few seemed to trust dragonriders completely. He’d decided to withhold judgment until he’d found out which side he’d end up on.
The Weyr may not have been very popular with the upper classes, but it still held a certain appeal for those not born into rank. Where else could some of common birth get the chance at becoming a ranking member of society and possibly run and entire Weyr. It was what had attracted him to the idea of joining their ranks, and he knew he wasn’t alone. It was rather amusing to picture Lord Holders scurrying about in fear over having their perfect little system disrupted. They were unlikely to relish having to treat someone who normally would rank well below them with respect.
His gaze narrowed, running his tongue over his lips in an unconscious gesture. Ekshan wanted to go, but some small measure of pride kept him from asking outright. Gabrin could have already chosen someone else and Ekshan refused to look the fool by setting himself up to be refused. The man’s complete comfort only made Ekshan’s own uncertainty more obvious as his slender fingers pushed back a wayward curl from his forehead. He took a breath. “Who?”
The Weyr may not have been very popular with the upper classes, but it still held a certain appeal for those not born into rank. Where else could some of common birth get the chance at becoming a ranking member of society and possibly run and entire Weyr. It was what had attracted him to the idea of joining their ranks, and he knew he wasn’t alone. It was rather amusing to picture Lord Holders scurrying about in fear over having their perfect little system disrupted. They were unlikely to relish having to treat someone who normally would rank well below them with respect.
His gaze narrowed, running his tongue over his lips in an unconscious gesture. Ekshan wanted to go, but some small measure of pride kept him from asking outright. Gabrin could have already chosen someone else and Ekshan refused to look the fool by setting himself up to be refused. The man’s complete comfort only made Ekshan’s own uncertainty more obvious as his slender fingers pushed back a wayward curl from his forehead. He took a breath. “Who?”
