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29.Oct.20, 01:13 AM
Alekse squinted at the rider, genuinely taken aback by his response. He might have expected this from his sister, in fact, he’d prepared for it, but not this. He knew Ryn thought of things in unique and unusual lights, and he’d counted himself lucky to be able to at least follow her processes, if not understand them. Unlike most, who shared more traditional views and, whether or not they realized it, were generally hidebound by them. But having this bold young rider voice thoughts so very Aederyn caught him massively off-guard.
He watched R’dal carefully as he explained his thoughts. As much as he wanted to defend himself, he wanted conflict to sour this time even less so. Interrupting the rider, while he was expressing opinions he clearly felt very strongly about, would not keep the peace. This was not going as anticipated. With a resigned sigh, he waited for the blue rider to finish before measuring a response.
“No, R’dal, it’s alright.” He said, ruffling a hand through his hair as if he could physically clear his head and sort his thoughts that way. “Well…I’d like to think I mean something to her and that she cares for me as I am, but only time will tell, and I’d like that time spent closer to her if I can.” He met their eyes again, and he could see how concerned they were. Despite the opposition, and, he admitted to himself that his decision was a bit quick and half-baked, as they tended to be, he found himself warmed by their want to make sure he would be okay.
“I know if she Impresses she’d be able to meet me wherever I am with her dragon, so moving wouldn’t be needed long-term. I also know she could be reassigned. As could I.” He took a moment to explain to R’dal. “Even Master Runners may change stations depending on where their particular skills are needed. Some could spend ten turns at the same station while others may move every few months..As a courtesy, Masters who are older and no longer as able, or families with young children, generally stay at the same station until the Master retires or until the children are grown. Others, with fewer attachments, may be reassigned as needed. Like how some riders might be transferred to different Weyrs.” Though trying to be simple and straightforward, he made sure he wan’t unkind in his manner. He sat back to take in both faces again. “I’m not losing my ability to fly, I’m just…taking on more and in a different Weyr?”
He offered a self-deprecating laugh. “Besides, I’ve got at least a month of Running to decide if it’s worth the trouble. It’ll take me that long to get there. And I may very well change my mind as I’m running through Telgar’s plains in the bone-chilling autumn wind…And if I do, I can send for Aederyn and you two can retrieve me, singing that ‘you told me so.’ Fair?”
He watched R’dal carefully as he explained his thoughts. As much as he wanted to defend himself, he wanted conflict to sour this time even less so. Interrupting the rider, while he was expressing opinions he clearly felt very strongly about, would not keep the peace. This was not going as anticipated. With a resigned sigh, he waited for the blue rider to finish before measuring a response.
“No, R’dal, it’s alright.” He said, ruffling a hand through his hair as if he could physically clear his head and sort his thoughts that way. “Well…I’d like to think I mean something to her and that she cares for me as I am, but only time will tell, and I’d like that time spent closer to her if I can.” He met their eyes again, and he could see how concerned they were. Despite the opposition, and, he admitted to himself that his decision was a bit quick and half-baked, as they tended to be, he found himself warmed by their want to make sure he would be okay.
“I know if she Impresses she’d be able to meet me wherever I am with her dragon, so moving wouldn’t be needed long-term. I also know she could be reassigned. As could I.” He took a moment to explain to R’dal. “Even Master Runners may change stations depending on where their particular skills are needed. Some could spend ten turns at the same station while others may move every few months..As a courtesy, Masters who are older and no longer as able, or families with young children, generally stay at the same station until the Master retires or until the children are grown. Others, with fewer attachments, may be reassigned as needed. Like how some riders might be transferred to different Weyrs.” Though trying to be simple and straightforward, he made sure he wan’t unkind in his manner. He sat back to take in both faces again. “I’m not losing my ability to fly, I’m just…taking on more and in a different Weyr?”
He offered a self-deprecating laugh. “Besides, I’ve got at least a month of Running to decide if it’s worth the trouble. It’ll take me that long to get there. And I may very well change my mind as I’m running through Telgar’s plains in the bone-chilling autumn wind…And if I do, I can send for Aederyn and you two can retrieve me, singing that ‘you told me so.’ Fair?”
