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18.Feb.13, 09:28 AM
R’nya’s eyebrows arched upward once more as the excitable green dragon’s voice penetrated his brain without a care for his own desires to hear her or not, and he felt Xyreith bristle indignantly, the bronze dragon’s eyes swirling with distaste as he felt his rider’s mind being bombarded by the green dragon, as if the slutty little minx had any right to touch his rider’s mind! R’nya hushed the great bronze with barely so much as a conscious twitch, eyebrows lowering and lips pursing slightly as he considered the things she was saying.
R’nya was not in S’kef’s immediate social circle, if only by his own desire to be outside of the line of fire. He didn’t want to be a part of the gossip circle, and he certainly didn’t need people parading around trying to champion him for the position of Weyrleader. R’nya had little desire for positions of responsibility, and while he was more than capable of stepping up to the plate and leading forward with skill, the bronzerider was quite content to be a follower. Not because he was lazy, but simply because following resulted in far less attention and R’nya was not a fan of being in the spot light.
“I see.” R’nya drawled, half in response to the dragon’s input, and half in reply to that of her rider. R’nya was a long way from as sexist as many of the riders that called Katila home, never mind the rest of Pern, but he was not one to champion the position of female riders. He was a firm believer that the women could be in far better places than upon a dragon, but he was not one to make their lives miserable because of it. He would not have been surprised if the lie had sprung from someone from the far narrower minded end of the spectrum. Getting female riders into trouble was often a sport for many of the male rider population, especially if it happened to further convince the higher up’s that women should not be allowed on the sands.
“What issues are you having?”Besides controlling her whore dragon? Xyreith inserted snidely, though R’nya ignored him, not even batting an eye to give away the bronze dragon’s quip as he patiently awaited R’ana’s response. The snippy inserts were a habit the bronze dragon had been in favour of since the first moment they had bonded and after their turns together, R’nya was very used to it, to the degree that a visible response was very rare indeed.
While R’nya had never given his female wingriders any special treatment, that had also included not being an uncommonly harsh bastard to them, either. Many of his fellow Wingleaders had treated women even more harshly, because they were women, and made a point of their failures as a result of their sex. R’nya preferred to simply stick with the fact that they were far from his preferred style of rider, but then, there were worse. Like the greenrider B’jin, who took no pride in being a dragonrider at all; a circumstance he expected to affect many of the younger riders since the Plague. With so few desiring to be a rider, it was only natural to result in less and less that were dragonrider quality. A couple of the women in his wing had put forth far more effort than B’jin had in the entire time he’d trained them; Lazy bastard.
R’nya was not in S’kef’s immediate social circle, if only by his own desire to be outside of the line of fire. He didn’t want to be a part of the gossip circle, and he certainly didn’t need people parading around trying to champion him for the position of Weyrleader. R’nya had little desire for positions of responsibility, and while he was more than capable of stepping up to the plate and leading forward with skill, the bronzerider was quite content to be a follower. Not because he was lazy, but simply because following resulted in far less attention and R’nya was not a fan of being in the spot light.
“I see.” R’nya drawled, half in response to the dragon’s input, and half in reply to that of her rider. R’nya was a long way from as sexist as many of the riders that called Katila home, never mind the rest of Pern, but he was not one to champion the position of female riders. He was a firm believer that the women could be in far better places than upon a dragon, but he was not one to make their lives miserable because of it. He would not have been surprised if the lie had sprung from someone from the far narrower minded end of the spectrum. Getting female riders into trouble was often a sport for many of the male rider population, especially if it happened to further convince the higher up’s that women should not be allowed on the sands.
“What issues are you having?”
While R’nya had never given his female wingriders any special treatment, that had also included not being an uncommonly harsh bastard to them, either. Many of his fellow Wingleaders had treated women even more harshly, because they were women, and made a point of their failures as a result of their sex. R’nya preferred to simply stick with the fact that they were far from his preferred style of rider, but then, there were worse. Like the greenrider B’jin, who took no pride in being a dragonrider at all; a circumstance he expected to affect many of the younger riders since the Plague. With so few desiring to be a rider, it was only natural to result in less and less that were dragonrider quality. A couple of the women in his wing had put forth far more effort than B’jin had in the entire time he’d trained them; Lazy bastard.
