30.Apr.13, 12:19 AM
S'kef watched as the bronze dragon lazily paddled towards Tyrrisath, who was only half-amused. Tyrrisath was far from a playful beast, and he soon found himself sliding up onto the bank and pulling his bulk from the water in hopes of avoiding any impromptu playtime. How unpleasant that would be.
The brownrider crossed his arms, watching for a few seconds longer before returning his attention to L'varl. He secretly relished the casual respect he got from the man. It always pleased him to have the deference of bronzeriders, but groveling and pandering was hard to take seriously...not that he didn't enjoy that in it's own way. He did have a measure of respect for this one though, so the sincerity did not go unnoticed.
In fact, S'kef had developed a habit of appraising the Weyr's bronze and brownriders during such chance encounters. He saw no reason not to continue now. Maybe this one would be less of a disappointment.
"I am well. And yourself?" he asked, looking the man up and down without bothering to appear subtle. Why should he? He respected the bronzerider's confident stance and cool demeanor, but he did wonder if his scrutiny would change anything. So many of them became wary, assuming he was up to something! This man seemed comfortable so far, however, and from what S'kef knew of him, he didn't expect much to change.
He secretly wondered if his new position sat well with L'varl, though. He would dearly love to ask the man's opinion and perhaps have a laugh at the response, but that wasn't exactly a tactful topic for the time being, now was it?
"It's a bit of a slow day, actually. Rare in these times, is it not?"
The brownrider crossed his arms, watching for a few seconds longer before returning his attention to L'varl. He secretly relished the casual respect he got from the man. It always pleased him to have the deference of bronzeriders, but groveling and pandering was hard to take seriously...not that he didn't enjoy that in it's own way. He did have a measure of respect for this one though, so the sincerity did not go unnoticed.
In fact, S'kef had developed a habit of appraising the Weyr's bronze and brownriders during such chance encounters. He saw no reason not to continue now. Maybe this one would be less of a disappointment.
"I am well. And yourself?" he asked, looking the man up and down without bothering to appear subtle. Why should he? He respected the bronzerider's confident stance and cool demeanor, but he did wonder if his scrutiny would change anything. So many of them became wary, assuming he was up to something! This man seemed comfortable so far, however, and from what S'kef knew of him, he didn't expect much to change.
He secretly wondered if his new position sat well with L'varl, though. He would dearly love to ask the man's opinion and perhaps have a laugh at the response, but that wasn't exactly a tactful topic for the time being, now was it?
"It's a bit of a slow day, actually. Rare in these times, is it not?"