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16.Aug.19, 01:38 AM
M'ris was proud of the way he had learned to keep a straight face in most situations. Even this Hatching had seen him being a rather impassive rock despite the death and obvious trauma it was causing the Candidates. He didn't show his disgust or confusion or even if he was pleased at any of the events and only winced once at the keening as it always reminded him of his mate lost in exile. Perhaps that was why Mosiath didn't keen for the first little green, knowing it was his voice that particularly triggered those memories as he was the only one there to mourn the loss of his own mate. M'ris needed a strong and clear mind for everything happening and Mosiath wasn't going to do anything other than bolster M'ris up while watching the Sands from his perch.
M'ris was slipping back into the firm belief that it would have been better for Thallyath to destroy her clutch. Why did they doubt the mother? Yes, it was her first clutch and perhaps they jumped the gun in thinking she was inexperienced and didn't know how to be a proper clutch mother. But she wasn't old and senile either. Thallyath was one of his more reliable golds with her head on straight. He should have trusted her instincts and he would from then on. He would also ensure a blue never won again, even if he had to ban every last one of them from chasing and banish them from the Weyr every Flight to do so.
It was only when Madiquel rushed the Sands and Impressed the second hatchling they all assumed was dead that colour drained from his face. Oh fuck no. Jajojin's daughter had just Impressed to one of the dying creatures on his Sands while she wasn't even Standing? But wait, that wasn't really his problem, was it? R'nya was the one who thought it was a good idea to bring the girl to the shit show.
M'ris turned in his seat to find where R'nya was and saw the man panicking, or at least the R'nya equivalent of it. If M'ris thought he was good at a poker face, he had nothing on R'nya. Jajojin was going to murder R'nya and they both seemed to know it. Shit. Once R'nya was dead, Jajojin would come to Ista to stay with his baby girl--something M'ris could respect now that his daughter was older and getting into mischief--which meant the crazy and unpredictable man would become his problem... assuming he didn't die on principle.
Then there were the bleeding heart Candidates that kept screaming for help or to help the monsters. They were only going to anger Thallyath and at this point he wasn't even sure if he cared if she killed anyone. Okay, he would, but if she did, he wouldn't have to discipline anyone and dole out some banishments. M'ris sighed.
Why did everything always have to happen at Ista?
M'ris was slipping back into the firm belief that it would have been better for Thallyath to destroy her clutch. Why did they doubt the mother? Yes, it was her first clutch and perhaps they jumped the gun in thinking she was inexperienced and didn't know how to be a proper clutch mother. But she wasn't old and senile either. Thallyath was one of his more reliable golds with her head on straight. He should have trusted her instincts and he would from then on. He would also ensure a blue never won again, even if he had to ban every last one of them from chasing and banish them from the Weyr every Flight to do so.
It was only when Madiquel rushed the Sands and Impressed the second hatchling they all assumed was dead that colour drained from his face. Oh fuck no. Jajojin's daughter had just Impressed to one of the dying creatures on his Sands while she wasn't even Standing? But wait, that wasn't really his problem, was it? R'nya was the one who thought it was a good idea to bring the girl to the shit show.
M'ris turned in his seat to find where R'nya was and saw the man panicking, or at least the R'nya equivalent of it. If M'ris thought he was good at a poker face, he had nothing on R'nya. Jajojin was going to murder R'nya and they both seemed to know it. Shit. Once R'nya was dead, Jajojin would come to Ista to stay with his baby girl--something M'ris could respect now that his daughter was older and getting into mischief--which meant the crazy and unpredictable man would become his problem... assuming he didn't die on principle.
Then there were the bleeding heart Candidates that kept screaming for help or to help the monsters. They were only going to anger Thallyath and at this point he wasn't even sure if he cared if she killed anyone. Okay, he would, but if she did, he wouldn't have to discipline anyone and dole out some banishments. M'ris sighed.
Why did everything always have to happen at Ista?
