02.Sep.13, 09:17 AM
Trel shrugged, "Whatever floats your boat. Katila does have some pretty dreamy bronzeriders." He gave her a cheeky grin. "Seriously though I think I'd rather choose someone based on their personality and stuff not necessarily what color dragon they ride. If the person I happen to fall in love with rides a green then so be it." He wasn't fond of the tendency for riders to be judged on the color of their dragon. It was irritating to think someone would pass him over because he hadn't impressed a certain color. "Me to. One man and one man only." He agreed, stifling a wide grin. "It isn't easy to forget about that kind of stuff, but dragonriders do live differently. What works in a Hold won't necessarily work in a Weyr. I suppose you have to find what works for you and then decide if you are going to hold your mate to the same standard as well." Trel liked how the Weyr handled a sometimes difficult problem. Putting aside what you'd been taught was morally right wasn't always easy.
"Hmmm maybe." He agreed. "Though I think I'll wait to worry about that sort of thing until after I impress. Maybe I'll get lucky and impress a Blue or Green and not have to worry about all that who's flying who crap." He was familiar with people jockeying for position. Most times it depended on who you were related to or how good you were at your craft. With dragonriders it pretty much all depended on what color you rode and who your dragon caught or got caught by.
"I suppose we'll find out. Likely it'll be whoever she is Tsuen fancies at the time. Which hopefully will not be me." He tossed a gutted fish toward the barrel. "You ever have any desire to take over once Tsuen is ah dead?" He wasn't even sure how a new Weyrwoman was chosen. By age? By vote? By naked mud wrestling? The later sounded very entertaining, but unlikely.
Trel sniffed sadly, coughing at the fishy smell he ended up inhaling. "Grown weary of my company already? That's okay, I understand." He looked over at the woman, giving her a casual smile. "So I don't know about you, but I am definitely taking a bath after this. Maybe we could take one together? I am very good with soap sand and a brush." He trailed off, giving his eyebrows a little wiggle.
"Hmmm maybe." He agreed. "Though I think I'll wait to worry about that sort of thing until after I impress. Maybe I'll get lucky and impress a Blue or Green and not have to worry about all that who's flying who crap." He was familiar with people jockeying for position. Most times it depended on who you were related to or how good you were at your craft. With dragonriders it pretty much all depended on what color you rode and who your dragon caught or got caught by.
"I suppose we'll find out. Likely it'll be whoever she is Tsuen fancies at the time. Which hopefully will not be me." He tossed a gutted fish toward the barrel. "You ever have any desire to take over once Tsuen is ah dead?" He wasn't even sure how a new Weyrwoman was chosen. By age? By vote? By naked mud wrestling? The later sounded very entertaining, but unlikely.
Trel sniffed sadly, coughing at the fishy smell he ended up inhaling. "Grown weary of my company already? That's okay, I understand." He looked over at the woman, giving her a casual smile. "So I don't know about you, but I am definitely taking a bath after this. Maybe we could take one together? I am very good with soap sand and a brush." He trailed off, giving his eyebrows a little wiggle.