23.Mar.13, 07:44 PM
It was true that Bordtai was like so many others, blinking in surprise that the giant of a man could have once been the victim of bullying. Surely Bordtai had heard that wrong or was interpreting it wrong but when he ran the words through his head again he came to the same conclusion. N’kal had a rough, wild look to him. Savage in fact. Surely nobody was stupid enough to pick on such a large man who looked so savage.
But Bordtai looked down at the clothes that he now wore and while they were still big on him, they were certainly far too small for the man sharing Klah with him now. Perhaps they had belonged to his son? That was certainly more believable than to think that such a large man had once started out so small. Narrowing his eyes a bit skeptically, he raised them back to the wild looking bronzerider.
“You’re telling me that you ever lost a fight? You’re too big to lose a fight.” He said, his voice barely accusing the man of lying, but still accusing none the less. Then again… If one wanted to really get technical, Bordtai hadn’t lost the fight today. After all, you can’t lose a fight if you don’t fight back right? Bordtai had learned a few turns ago that if he didn’t fight back the larger boys grew bored a lot faster and he actually came out better in the end.
Perhaps that was why they had taken to calling him a dimglow and it wasn’t just because letters were beyond his grasp still to this day. Because he was too dumb to keep standing up for himself. But at the end of the day the fading bruises looked a lot less colorful when the beatings lasted half as long so Bordtai felt it was the right choice. Wasn’t it?
The response to his question about D’ren was certainly not heartwarming and Bordtai sighed sadly at the thought that even the bronze riders were not sure if the Weyrleader would actually return to them and continue to lead the Weyr.
But Bordtai looked down at the clothes that he now wore and while they were still big on him, they were certainly far too small for the man sharing Klah with him now. Perhaps they had belonged to his son? That was certainly more believable than to think that such a large man had once started out so small. Narrowing his eyes a bit skeptically, he raised them back to the wild looking bronzerider.
“You’re telling me that you ever lost a fight? You’re too big to lose a fight.” He said, his voice barely accusing the man of lying, but still accusing none the less. Then again… If one wanted to really get technical, Bordtai hadn’t lost the fight today. After all, you can’t lose a fight if you don’t fight back right? Bordtai had learned a few turns ago that if he didn’t fight back the larger boys grew bored a lot faster and he actually came out better in the end.
Perhaps that was why they had taken to calling him a dimglow and it wasn’t just because letters were beyond his grasp still to this day. Because he was too dumb to keep standing up for himself. But at the end of the day the fading bruises looked a lot less colorful when the beatings lasted half as long so Bordtai felt it was the right choice. Wasn’t it?
The response to his question about D’ren was certainly not heartwarming and Bordtai sighed sadly at the thought that even the bronze riders were not sure if the Weyrleader would actually return to them and continue to lead the Weyr.