27.Aug.12, 11:41 PM
Well, there it came. S'kef frowned a bit as she asked her question, but judging by her nervousness and previous avoidance, he thought he knew exactly what she was asking about. S'kef remembered the incident clearly; after the uncomfortably difficult loss in Rilaleeyth's flight, he'd sought entertainment elsewhere. He was still dragon-high when he stumbled upon V'zire.
S'kef wasn't exactly proud of the event, and it showed in his face. It wasn't because he regretted harming a greenrider, though. It had more to do with his own general loss of control during the situation. He'd been so angry, he'd felt so rejected. He went looking for a fight, or a lay, or whatever he could get. It had been a bad evening, and he didn't plan on ever losing his composure like that again. He surely hoped he wouldn't, or his reputation would be even harder to repair.
More than anything else, his serious but not dramatic expression showed just how he felt about the whole ordeal. It was just business as usual. No one would think anything of it, aside from perhaps scolding him for wandering off instead of hanging around with the other flight losers. It was a hard lesson about dragonrider life, that was for sure.
"Flights are ugly business sometimes," he replied at length. "It's different, being on the male side. It's worse than being drunk. It's...a total lack of control. I gave myself to Tyrrisath, and sometimes unpleasant things happen." It was an acknowledgement, not an apology. He crossed his arms and grunted uncomfortably. "I'm not the only one that happens to." Jada's playground friend Valerian was guilty, too. S'kef didn't know enough about it or care enough to mention it, though. He wasn't trying to rub the dirt in Jada's face or even defend himself, he was just telling it how it was.
S'kef wasn't exactly proud of the event, and it showed in his face. It wasn't because he regretted harming a greenrider, though. It had more to do with his own general loss of control during the situation. He'd been so angry, he'd felt so rejected. He went looking for a fight, or a lay, or whatever he could get. It had been a bad evening, and he didn't plan on ever losing his composure like that again. He surely hoped he wouldn't, or his reputation would be even harder to repair.
More than anything else, his serious but not dramatic expression showed just how he felt about the whole ordeal. It was just business as usual. No one would think anything of it, aside from perhaps scolding him for wandering off instead of hanging around with the other flight losers. It was a hard lesson about dragonrider life, that was for sure.
"Flights are ugly business sometimes," he replied at length. "It's different, being on the male side. It's worse than being drunk. It's...a total lack of control. I gave myself to Tyrrisath, and sometimes unpleasant things happen." It was an acknowledgement, not an apology. He crossed his arms and grunted uncomfortably. "I'm not the only one that happens to." Jada's playground friend Valerian was guilty, too. S'kef didn't know enough about it or care enough to mention it, though. He wasn't trying to rub the dirt in Jada's face or even defend himself, he was just telling it how it was.