23.Feb.13, 08:27 AM
“The former,” R’nya said lightly, still watching the woman before him with a calculating expression. The bronzerider was not a teacher-type, and by his definition, if she was still struggling to learn the basics after so long being bonded to her dragon, than to him, that meant she would never learn. He wasn’t trying to be cruel or callous, but the natural born rider failed to understand how someone could still struggle, and still try. Obviously, the best thing for her to do – for her own wellbeing, and that of her companions – would be to change the direction of her focus. No one liked being a failure, so it was better to find something she could shine at. Whomever her previous Wingleader was needed his head whacked with a heavy log. Xyreith sniggered.
R’nya nodded slightly. “Likely they do,” he replied frankly, not bothering to sugar coat either his words of the topic they were covering. Very few dragonriders, of any colour, had the time to coddle those that were falling behind. Most assumed the worse had been cut from the ranks by the Plague, though that wasn’t quite a thought process R’nya himself aligned to. The plague was a terrible disaster, and it was careless and cruel with those that it knocked out. It didn’t pick off the lousy dragonriders, it took out all bar those that were lucky… if surviving as one of barely two hundred were lucky!
“You could try speaking with the goldriders,” he offered mildly, for the y were the ones the namely handled such things as the paperwork that went on in the Weyr. Whether or not they would be receptive to letting a greenrider into their circle was debatable, at best, but R’nya personally didn’t see any huge issues with it. Perhaps the only misconduct that could come of it would be the woman learning things she should not be privy to. Even then, who would listen to the failed greenrider?
The bronzerider brushed a hand lightly over the short and well maintained hair on his jaw. “Additional options could be assisting with the Weyrlings. Krypth will soon have another clutch on the Sands.” Of course, he couldn’t imagine that she’d be easily welcomed as an actual Weyrlingmaster, but as an assistant, R’nya saw no reason why she should find any issues with letting one of the ‘Master’s take her on. Some would be irksome because of her sex, but not all of them, surely!
Xyreith turned his eye to stare at the green dragon across the way, his nose crinkling in distaste when she bespoke him, eyes darkening to less pleasant shades as he continued to stare at her without responding. Xyreith was not a chatty dragon – unless it was to make snarky comments to his rider – and was generally displeased when others took it upon themselves to speak to him. Having a green be so bold as to speak to him directly caused the beast noticeable disgust. Stupid creature!
R’nay placed a hand lightly on the creature’s side, calming him enough that his lip relaxed, though his eyes retained the hot and disdainful cast.
R’nya nodded slightly. “Likely they do,” he replied frankly, not bothering to sugar coat either his words of the topic they were covering. Very few dragonriders, of any colour, had the time to coddle those that were falling behind. Most assumed the worse had been cut from the ranks by the Plague, though that wasn’t quite a thought process R’nya himself aligned to. The plague was a terrible disaster, and it was careless and cruel with those that it knocked out. It didn’t pick off the lousy dragonriders, it took out all bar those that were lucky… if surviving as one of barely two hundred were lucky!
“You could try speaking with the goldriders,” he offered mildly, for the y were the ones the namely handled such things as the paperwork that went on in the Weyr. Whether or not they would be receptive to letting a greenrider into their circle was debatable, at best, but R’nya personally didn’t see any huge issues with it. Perhaps the only misconduct that could come of it would be the woman learning things she should not be privy to. Even then, who would listen to the failed greenrider?
The bronzerider brushed a hand lightly over the short and well maintained hair on his jaw. “Additional options could be assisting with the Weyrlings. Krypth will soon have another clutch on the Sands.” Of course, he couldn’t imagine that she’d be easily welcomed as an actual Weyrlingmaster, but as an assistant, R’nya saw no reason why she should find any issues with letting one of the ‘Master’s take her on. Some would be irksome because of her sex, but not all of them, surely!
Xyreith turned his eye to stare at the green dragon across the way, his nose crinkling in distaste when she bespoke him, eyes darkening to less pleasant shades as he continued to stare at her without responding. Xyreith was not a chatty dragon – unless it was to make snarky comments to his rider – and was generally displeased when others took it upon themselves to speak to him. Having a green be so bold as to speak to him directly caused the beast noticeable disgust. Stupid creature!
R’nay placed a hand lightly on the creature’s side, calming him enough that his lip relaxed, though his eyes retained the hot and disdainful cast.