16.May.12, 02:03 PM
It was a fine thing to be back on his feet. S’kef hadn’t felt so delightfully alive in quite a while now. Perhaps the calm of Weyr life had softened him! The brownrider hadn’t actually enjoyed his exile, but it certainly kept him on his toes and reminded him of what was sometimes necessary to survive.
Surviving an illness wasn’t quite the same as battling the unending jungle, but it left S’kef with the same sense of satisfaction and none of the galling emotional consequences. He walked proudly yet casually, a half-bearable smirk etched on his face, and surveyed the dining hall for the first time since he’d fallen ill. Well, there had been one or two times he’d gotten up and walked around a bit, but that had proven one of his less-good ideas.
And, naturally, since his recovery he’d been enjoying the unending attentiveness of J’ver. He really was the best sort of greenrider, fetching S’kef his meals while he settled back into his hut and whatnot. As much as S’kef had enjoyed it, his rest period was over. A new checkup confirmed his health, and he was ready to see what sort of disarray the Weyr had fallen into in his absence.
D’ren wasn’t convinced S’kef was ready to come back to work yet, which was a problem, but surely just a temporary one.
S’kef glanced around. It was mostly empty. Breakfast was over and lunch didn’t begin for another hour or so. For once, the place was actually somewhat quiet. S’kef turned to the greenrider beside him and smirked. “Think we scared them off?” he teased lightly, hoping to pull a smile from his impish companion. S’kef put his hands in his pockets and sighed, relaxed but almost bored.
“I need to find something to do.” His tone was light and casual, but a quick glance dared J’ver to say anything about the Weyrsecond position. S’kef had already heard as much nagging about it as he was willing to accept.
After the scene gets going, we’re gonna open this up to gawkers
Surviving an illness wasn’t quite the same as battling the unending jungle, but it left S’kef with the same sense of satisfaction and none of the galling emotional consequences. He walked proudly yet casually, a half-bearable smirk etched on his face, and surveyed the dining hall for the first time since he’d fallen ill. Well, there had been one or two times he’d gotten up and walked around a bit, but that had proven one of his less-good ideas.
And, naturally, since his recovery he’d been enjoying the unending attentiveness of J’ver. He really was the best sort of greenrider, fetching S’kef his meals while he settled back into his hut and whatnot. As much as S’kef had enjoyed it, his rest period was over. A new checkup confirmed his health, and he was ready to see what sort of disarray the Weyr had fallen into in his absence.
D’ren wasn’t convinced S’kef was ready to come back to work yet, which was a problem, but surely just a temporary one.
S’kef glanced around. It was mostly empty. Breakfast was over and lunch didn’t begin for another hour or so. For once, the place was actually somewhat quiet. S’kef turned to the greenrider beside him and smirked. “Think we scared them off?” he teased lightly, hoping to pull a smile from his impish companion. S’kef put his hands in his pockets and sighed, relaxed but almost bored.
“I need to find something to do.” His tone was light and casual, but a quick glance dared J’ver to say anything about the Weyrsecond position. S’kef had already heard as much nagging about it as he was willing to accept.
After the scene gets going, we’re gonna open this up to gawkers