15.Mar.12, 02:27 AM
Farlint was not what some would call a Happy Camper when he pushed his way through the crowd. Public punishment was just public humiliation, in the guise of being some kind of corrective action. It didn't correct much for many people. Look at him. He was all sorts of scarred up between his accidents, and his misadventures, and his 'corrective action.' So to hear that it was being 'brought back' wasn't anything special to him- it had just been a nice vacation, now it was back to the real world. As it were.
He didn't like the look on the brownrider's face, though, when he started beating B'jin. Farlint only knew the rider 'socially' but it was enough to know that the guy was decent, if a bit dour. Twenty lashes would have been a fitting punishment, if the man hadn't taken it as a personal challenge to try and make the rider bleed profusely. Maybe he was aiming to make him pass out? He definitely seemed to want to hear him scream. Far's skin was crawling as the brownrider gave in to his passion, grunting in a mockery of sexual congress as he leaned back, gathered his strength and flung the whip forward.
It was downright disgusting. The Weyrleader should have known better than to hand the whip to a man like that. Bad judgement, D'ren.
Far didn't miss I'shan running around from person to person, though he did raise an eyebrow at the bluerider's taste in people to fling his arms around. He wormed his way through the crowd towards I'shan, tucking his mahogany hair in his collar to keep it from smacking people in the face as he walked by. Tall as he was, it wasn't hard to keep an eye on him.
Tall as he was, and close as he was, he didn't miss the way the whoreson who had just beaten B'jin waved his 'tool' in I'shan's direction. Nor did he miss the way the Weyrsecond turned his gaze on other, less-fortunate-looking souls. Other Candidates? Other Riders?
Farlint would consider later what made him step up. He had never considered himself a particularly stupid man, nor a particularly brave one; regardless, he caught himself puffing up, irritated. "Watch where you wave your flaccid little tool, brownrider." he snapped, and glared down his nose- somehow- at the slightly shorter male.
It was kind of like when an animal was feeling particularly mean. You distracted it from the weaker members of the pack.
And if you had to, you put it down.
(Yes, Far suffered from a healthy dose of arrogance.)
He didn't like the look on the brownrider's face, though, when he started beating B'jin. Farlint only knew the rider 'socially' but it was enough to know that the guy was decent, if a bit dour. Twenty lashes would have been a fitting punishment, if the man hadn't taken it as a personal challenge to try and make the rider bleed profusely. Maybe he was aiming to make him pass out? He definitely seemed to want to hear him scream. Far's skin was crawling as the brownrider gave in to his passion, grunting in a mockery of sexual congress as he leaned back, gathered his strength and flung the whip forward.
It was downright disgusting. The Weyrleader should have known better than to hand the whip to a man like that. Bad judgement, D'ren.
Far didn't miss I'shan running around from person to person, though he did raise an eyebrow at the bluerider's taste in people to fling his arms around. He wormed his way through the crowd towards I'shan, tucking his mahogany hair in his collar to keep it from smacking people in the face as he walked by. Tall as he was, it wasn't hard to keep an eye on him.
Tall as he was, and close as he was, he didn't miss the way the whoreson who had just beaten B'jin waved his 'tool' in I'shan's direction. Nor did he miss the way the Weyrsecond turned his gaze on other, less-fortunate-looking souls. Other Candidates? Other Riders?
Farlint would consider later what made him step up. He had never considered himself a particularly stupid man, nor a particularly brave one; regardless, he caught himself puffing up, irritated. "Watch where you wave your flaccid little tool, brownrider." he snapped, and glared down his nose- somehow- at the slightly shorter male.
It was kind of like when an animal was feeling particularly mean. You distracted it from the weaker members of the pack.
And if you had to, you put it down.
(Yes, Far suffered from a healthy dose of arrogance.)