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17.Nov.12, 10:33 AM
R'nya watched silently as S'kef contemplated the sheet of parchment he still held, with the incriminating words scrawled across it in a particularly neat hand. The bronze rider had no idea who might have written it - he'd never had any need to pay particular attention to anyone's handwriting before and he couldn't think of any one person off the top of his head that may have a reason, desire or otherwise to write something like that about him. Whomever it was had issues, several of them.
An eyebrow shot up as a name was given, R'nya quickly placing a face and dragon to it. His expression shifted into a thoughtful frown as S'kef continued speaking. The greenrider was a known trouble maker, and R'nya was not unaware of his filthy mouth, especially around several blueriders and - apparently (though he wasn't surprised) J'ver. R'nya hrmed thoughtfully. Not being the green in question's wingleader, R'nya wasn't in any real position to accuse the man. He certainly wasn't going to bother D'ren over this.
"I will speak to his Wingleader. Discreetly." The man had no reason to see the parchment; R'nya wasn't in any particular rush to have it spread literally around the Weyr. He would get the greenrider's alibi for the duration of the Hatching (someone that had actually seen him there) and perhaps the two hours before... when he left. R'nya rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Better keep that, I suppose." He murmured, looking mildly at the sheet though he made no more to take it from the brownrider; he was far more inclined to tell S'kef to destroy it... Actually. The man's lips pursed for a moment. "Destroy it. I have little interest in one such as A'liran seeing it if he did not write it. I will leave that to you."
Nodding respectfully to S'kef, R'nya glanced at the parchment once more, expression rather void, before stepping around the brownrider and moving off. He would deal with A'liran on the 'morrow. Today he would let the Weyr celebrate, even if that included some sick fuck writing bizarre scenarios for their entertainment. Besides.
Surely whoever it was would get drunk and brag. What better way to catch them?
[sup]Think we're done? S'kef can detain him if he has anything to say otherwise I think that's a wrap! :P[/sup]
An eyebrow shot up as a name was given, R'nya quickly placing a face and dragon to it. His expression shifted into a thoughtful frown as S'kef continued speaking. The greenrider was a known trouble maker, and R'nya was not unaware of his filthy mouth, especially around several blueriders and - apparently (though he wasn't surprised) J'ver. R'nya hrmed thoughtfully. Not being the green in question's wingleader, R'nya wasn't in any real position to accuse the man. He certainly wasn't going to bother D'ren over this.
"I will speak to his Wingleader. Discreetly." The man had no reason to see the parchment; R'nya wasn't in any particular rush to have it spread literally around the Weyr. He would get the greenrider's alibi for the duration of the Hatching (someone that had actually seen him there) and perhaps the two hours before... when he left. R'nya rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Better keep that, I suppose." He murmured, looking mildly at the sheet though he made no more to take it from the brownrider; he was far more inclined to tell S'kef to destroy it... Actually. The man's lips pursed for a moment. "Destroy it. I have little interest in one such as A'liran seeing it if he did not write it. I will leave that to you."
Nodding respectfully to S'kef, R'nya glanced at the parchment once more, expression rather void, before stepping around the brownrider and moving off. He would deal with A'liran on the 'morrow. Today he would let the Weyr celebrate, even if that included some sick fuck writing bizarre scenarios for their entertainment. Besides.
Surely whoever it was would get drunk and brag. What better way to catch them?
[sup]Think we're done? S'kef can detain him if he has anything to say otherwise I think that's a wrap! :P[/sup]
