27.Aug.23, 04:34 PM
Ryk wasn't as all-consumed with the upcoming hatching as it seemed so many others were- he liked dragons, sure, but he could wait until his bronze decided to come find him whenever he hatched. He could be patient. He cared more about learning what he could about them, and about Fort itself, the weyr being so close to where he'd grown up but still something he knew relatively little about. Knowledge was power, after all, and power itself is what the young man really sought. He was going to work his damnedest to actually be someone of note in this place, by any means necessary, and knowing everything he could would help him in that quest.
He liked to spend his time looking around the weyr, learning about the ins and outs of it entirely for just that purpose. It meant a lot of wandering around and trying to learn what he could about the weyr from the walls themselves. And the archives, of course, but the way it was built also told a lot about the humble beginnings of the old weyr. It was also an excuse to pass by the Weyrleader's office, to see where he would one day find his own office, where decisions would be made and he would be revered as a real leader. Passing by after curfew might be suspicious, yes, but when he couldn't sleep, a walk was the only thing that seemed to calm his overactive mind.
He hadn't expected to find someone else there, and even less to have them curl an arm around his shoulder. Ryk responded automatically with an elbow shoved roughly into the other man's ribs. He ducked out of the other's embrace, fixing his shirt and glaring angrily back at the other. "Maybe, just maybe, you could ask before you just assume shit? You're neither interesting nor smart enough for me to waste borrowing someone else's flit on." So much for a calm walk. "What are you even doing here? If you're here just to get laid, I'm pretty fucking sure you got played. Only idiots agree to meet in front of the Weyrleader's office after curfew."
He liked to spend his time looking around the weyr, learning about the ins and outs of it entirely for just that purpose. It meant a lot of wandering around and trying to learn what he could about the weyr from the walls themselves. And the archives, of course, but the way it was built also told a lot about the humble beginnings of the old weyr. It was also an excuse to pass by the Weyrleader's office, to see where he would one day find his own office, where decisions would be made and he would be revered as a real leader. Passing by after curfew might be suspicious, yes, but when he couldn't sleep, a walk was the only thing that seemed to calm his overactive mind.
He hadn't expected to find someone else there, and even less to have them curl an arm around his shoulder. Ryk responded automatically with an elbow shoved roughly into the other man's ribs. He ducked out of the other's embrace, fixing his shirt and glaring angrily back at the other. "Maybe, just maybe, you could ask before you just assume shit? You're neither interesting nor smart enough for me to waste borrowing someone else's flit on." So much for a calm walk. "What are you even doing here? If you're here just to get laid, I'm pretty fucking sure you got played. Only idiots agree to meet in front of the Weyrleader's office after curfew."