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21.Mar.13, 06:09 PM
Another stupid party. Tsuen was less than enthused as she dressed herself, snarling to herself under her breath about the stretch marks and extra weight she was still home to even after all the time that had passed since birthing D'ren's useless spawn. Worthless child would have been better off drowned at birth like a green Wher. She was as ugly, and just as useful. Worthless child!
The saving grace of the Graduation party, and even the upcoming Hatching was the fact that most of the young women came to her, begging the Weyrwlman to make them a beautiful dress. Tsuen wasn't stupid - she new the brats all thought she was a nutty old bag. As a result, she had carefully selected whom to make a dress for, picking those she felt would be most easy to move to her side of the fence. Tsuen already believed she had Jada firmly in hand, and adding the other stupid gold riding whore was clearly on her list. Several of the candidates were also being approached.
The cunt bronzerider was a pain in Tsuen's arse though. She wanted that cunt dead. Hallow, vicious eyes were set on the man, before shifting to S'kef when he stood up suddenly. Useless bastard thought he was all that. He wasn't even a true Weyrleader; just a pompous prick that was too big for his tight little panties. Tsuen sneered visibly as he stood up to speak, her gaze shifting once more to glare at R'nya when the man hushed her goldies. Stupid, obnoxious bastard! She glared death at him, but was pointedly ignored; Tsuen fumed.
Roaring, yelling, a drunken fool taking on S'kef. Suddenly the entire evening looked much more interesting! Tsuen's poisonous expression melted away into one of smug amusement as she watched some bronzerider not worthy of a name being remembered step up and prove they weren't all ball-less brown nosing fools. No, this one was a ballsy fool! Tsuen smirked.
Gugaroth wishes to know if M'bal should step forward? Nirinath's gentle voice swept through Tsuen's mind like a warm summer breeze and age shuddered. Don't be a fool. Let them make a scene. I do not want him involved. Understood! Nirinath responded mildly that she did, before relaying for M'bal to stand down. She wasn't sure what he had hoped to achieve; but his support for her rider was not doubted by the gold dragon.
Shall I stop the dragons? her tone was more questioning than matter of fact, and Tsuen crushed her suggestion with an iron fist. Don't you dare! Tsuen was having far too much fun to have her goody two shoes fucking dragon step in and end it!
Standing up, her own long gown swirling around her feet, the smiling Tsuen walked pleasantly over to join S'kef, shooting R'nya another poisoned look as she passed him. She was incapable of reading his expression. Coming to a halt beside S'kef, Tsuen smiled sweetly, ignoring the weyrlings toe-squishing move on the bronzerider.
"Come now, gentlemen. Surely we can handle this like adults?" She flashed a girlish smile at B'run. "Now is hardly the time for such theatrics!"
I want to speak to this one later. He will be perfect.
Of course, Tsuen. Nirinath sighed, before her mind was reaching for the bronze. Calm him, please. She would speak to him later. her tone was part command, and riddled with regret. Involvement with her rider would not end well.
The saving grace of the Graduation party, and even the upcoming Hatching was the fact that most of the young women came to her, begging the Weyrwlman to make them a beautiful dress. Tsuen wasn't stupid - she new the brats all thought she was a nutty old bag. As a result, she had carefully selected whom to make a dress for, picking those she felt would be most easy to move to her side of the fence. Tsuen already believed she had Jada firmly in hand, and adding the other stupid gold riding whore was clearly on her list. Several of the candidates were also being approached.
The cunt bronzerider was a pain in Tsuen's arse though. She wanted that cunt dead. Hallow, vicious eyes were set on the man, before shifting to S'kef when he stood up suddenly. Useless bastard thought he was all that. He wasn't even a true Weyrleader; just a pompous prick that was too big for his tight little panties. Tsuen sneered visibly as he stood up to speak, her gaze shifting once more to glare at R'nya when the man hushed her goldies. Stupid, obnoxious bastard! She glared death at him, but was pointedly ignored; Tsuen fumed.
Roaring, yelling, a drunken fool taking on S'kef. Suddenly the entire evening looked much more interesting! Tsuen's poisonous expression melted away into one of smug amusement as she watched some bronzerider not worthy of a name being remembered step up and prove they weren't all ball-less brown nosing fools. No, this one was a ballsy fool! Tsuen smirked.
Standing up, her own long gown swirling around her feet, the smiling Tsuen walked pleasantly over to join S'kef, shooting R'nya another poisoned look as she passed him. She was incapable of reading his expression. Coming to a halt beside S'kef, Tsuen smiled sweetly, ignoring the weyrlings toe-squishing move on the bronzerider.
"Come now, gentlemen. Surely we can handle this like adults?" She flashed a girlish smile at B'run. "Now is hardly the time for such theatrics!"
I want to speak to this one later. He will be perfect.
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[span style="background-color:#FFCF5B;"][color=#DD6206]Nirinath's Speech[/color][/span]
