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19.Aug.12, 11:29 AM
D’hys honestly didn’t care one way or the other about the lashing and wouldn’t have gone at all, except there was a huge potential for making some easy marks. With Z’ia, they had set up a betting pool for the number of lashes the runaway would get and if the boy would cry. Other than that, he was there to see what kind of people would cheer or protest and for the sheer amusement it was bound to bring.
He was actually surprised how quickly it came with the kid spitting on N’gelt and then the girl that seemed to like arguing with every decree and so-called injustice opened her mouth again. She was definitely entertaining, if only for how childish she was with her ideals, but the knife fight? That was pure gold. Speaking of gold, Jada was a bit amusing with her naïve ways as well. “Too bad S’kef still isn’t Weyrsecond. He would shut her up and the precious baby goldrider as well. Both of them are barely weaned from sucking their mommies’ tits, do they really expect to know shit about the weyr?” D’hys actually wasn’t sure who would annoy him more if he wasn’t currently having a laugh at their expense.
Naturally, D’ren had to appear to stop all the fun, though watching N’gelt and Tsuen get reamed sort of made up for it.
He was starting to tune the Weyrleader out, however, when the man began prattling on to the audience. Still, he heard enough to voice opinions in a casual speaking volume, anyone close enough could catch, “if the children need us so badly, let them run away, face predators, and drown in the ocean. Their whiny asses will quickly realise how much they need us then.” He knew they needed the kidnapped brats to Impress and there likely had to be a better way to go about acquiring them to make them stop whining so much, but Katila wasn’t a bad place to be anymore! A little gratitude wouldn’t kill them.
The more D’ren spoke, the more D’hys realised the man was just as delusional and naïve as his little pet goldrider. “Most of us don’t have a home to return to!” He called out before he could stop himself. The fate his mother suffered because her sweet green caught the plague, and how he turned his back on his sisters who he had been close to came back to him with a flood of other memories that had been better left buried. D’hys started to tremble with rage aimed at D’ren. He knew he deserved some of it himself but the leadership were far easier targets. “I found peace once more here in Katila and now you want to take it away from me to satisfy some whiny bitches? Fuck you, D’ren!”
Confused by the bombardment of emotions, D’hys missed any reply he may have received along with D’ren’s promise about the change in punishments. Once, he had held onto the hope of returning north but turn after turn passed and he knew it just wasn’t feasible any longer, so he learned to enjoy what the south could offer and it was safer for Zeianth as well. Now, though, he liked where he was and the life he had settled into and was pissed at the way D’ren tried to handle them while coddling the brats brought to them. Right then, he wasn’t much better at handling anyone either. As he turned to leave, D’hys grabbed Z’ia by the upper arm before realising what he was doing and quickly released his friend. “I’m out of here. You coming?” He switched tactics by asking instead of simply dragging Z’ia along before starting his way through the crowd by shoving aside anyone that didn’t move.
D’hys, you’re not acting like yourself. What’s wrong? Zeianth’s normally mellow tone was coated with his concern as he ruffled his wings in aggravation from atop the roof he had claimed to keep an eye on everything. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Their bond was too strong and they had been together too long for that lie to ever be considered a truth and D’hys was called on it. No, you’re not. You never get this riled up.
I’ll be fine once I’m away from these fools. How he hoped that was true when he was also currently haunted by his forgotten family.
He was actually surprised how quickly it came with the kid spitting on N’gelt and then the girl that seemed to like arguing with every decree and so-called injustice opened her mouth again. She was definitely entertaining, if only for how childish she was with her ideals, but the knife fight? That was pure gold. Speaking of gold, Jada was a bit amusing with her naïve ways as well. “Too bad S’kef still isn’t Weyrsecond. He would shut her up and the precious baby goldrider as well. Both of them are barely weaned from sucking their mommies’ tits, do they really expect to know shit about the weyr?” D’hys actually wasn’t sure who would annoy him more if he wasn’t currently having a laugh at their expense.
Naturally, D’ren had to appear to stop all the fun, though watching N’gelt and Tsuen get reamed sort of made up for it.
He was starting to tune the Weyrleader out, however, when the man began prattling on to the audience. Still, he heard enough to voice opinions in a casual speaking volume, anyone close enough could catch, “if the children need us so badly, let them run away, face predators, and drown in the ocean. Their whiny asses will quickly realise how much they need us then.” He knew they needed the kidnapped brats to Impress and there likely had to be a better way to go about acquiring them to make them stop whining so much, but Katila wasn’t a bad place to be anymore! A little gratitude wouldn’t kill them.
The more D’ren spoke, the more D’hys realised the man was just as delusional and naïve as his little pet goldrider. “Most of us don’t have a home to return to!” He called out before he could stop himself. The fate his mother suffered because her sweet green caught the plague, and how he turned his back on his sisters who he had been close to came back to him with a flood of other memories that had been better left buried. D’hys started to tremble with rage aimed at D’ren. He knew he deserved some of it himself but the leadership were far easier targets. “I found peace once more here in Katila and now you want to take it away from me to satisfy some whiny bitches? Fuck you, D’ren!”
Confused by the bombardment of emotions, D’hys missed any reply he may have received along with D’ren’s promise about the change in punishments. Once, he had held onto the hope of returning north but turn after turn passed and he knew it just wasn’t feasible any longer, so he learned to enjoy what the south could offer and it was safer for Zeianth as well. Now, though, he liked where he was and the life he had settled into and was pissed at the way D’ren tried to handle them while coddling the brats brought to them. Right then, he wasn’t much better at handling anyone either. As he turned to leave, D’hys grabbed Z’ia by the upper arm before realising what he was doing and quickly released his friend. “I’m out of here. You coming?” He switched tactics by asking instead of simply dragging Z’ia along before starting his way through the crowd by shoving aside anyone that didn’t move.
D’hys, you’re not acting like yourself. What’s wrong? Zeianth’s normally mellow tone was coated with his concern as he ruffled his wings in aggravation from atop the roof he had claimed to keep an eye on everything. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Their bond was too strong and they had been together too long for that lie to ever be considered a truth and D’hys was called on it. No, you’re not. You never get this riled up.
I’ll be fine once I’m away from these fools. How he hoped that was true when he was also currently haunted by his forgotten family.
