11.Jul.12, 03:31 AM
J’ver wasn’t as in the know as he used to be or liked to be. Having to attend such a gathering without already knowing what was going to be said was absolutely horrible and only served to make him cranky. Well, crankier, since the last little while had completely soured his mood. From S’kef losing his position as Weyrsecond entirely because of a botched blackmailing, to the punishment received when the brownrider needed to vent his anger, to the healing process, and finally to looking into ways to get his revenge while also finding a way to promote S’kef once more. Needless to say, J’ver wanted to be anywhere but in a crowd.
Still, he couldn’t stay inside all of the time, though he did his best, especially while healing from his injuries. J’ver was extremely vain and he couldn’t bare people seeing him in such a condition, especially since so many enjoyed the pain he was in. They would all regret that one day! First, however, he had to show D’ren how reformed they were while taking down Talian in a swift and effortless move. So there he was, standing off to the side of the crowd with pale blue eyes tracking D’ren as he entered the fray. He had his daughter with him which J’ver chalked up as a nice way to earn the love of a portion of the population. The news was either going to be a cause for celebration or D’ren needed to use as many dirty tactics as he could to get his way.
Turned out it was simply because D’ren was wrapped around the girl’s finger and couldn’t put her down. The news about wings being reinstated wasn’t noteworthy one way or the other. In fact, J’ver smiled, proud, that he had noticed some hints of this announcement coming. His task at firestone mining not too long ago had a large number assigned to it which he had noted as unusual at the time. It made sense now that he knew they would be riding in wings once more. The old bronzerider was good at looking ahead.
Even as he was thinking that rare bit of praise, D’ren continued speaking with J’ver nodding at the wisdom behind the words, until his name was linked with S’kef. That wasn’t good. J’ver scanned the crowd quickly for the brownrider but then decided he didn’t need to see the fury burning in those passionate eyes and turned on his heel. S’kef wouldn’t be pleased with having people think they were a couple despite the odd moments of kindness and comfort behind closed doors. It wouldn’t help his reputation as someone to fear and S’kef would likely blame him, or at least take it out on him, for any looks or laughter he now received. A quick escape was in order and J’ver did his best on doing just that as he did his best to make himself unnoticed and break away from the crowd to where Rilaleeyth waited.
Still, he couldn’t stay inside all of the time, though he did his best, especially while healing from his injuries. J’ver was extremely vain and he couldn’t bare people seeing him in such a condition, especially since so many enjoyed the pain he was in. They would all regret that one day! First, however, he had to show D’ren how reformed they were while taking down Talian in a swift and effortless move. So there he was, standing off to the side of the crowd with pale blue eyes tracking D’ren as he entered the fray. He had his daughter with him which J’ver chalked up as a nice way to earn the love of a portion of the population. The news was either going to be a cause for celebration or D’ren needed to use as many dirty tactics as he could to get his way.
Turned out it was simply because D’ren was wrapped around the girl’s finger and couldn’t put her down. The news about wings being reinstated wasn’t noteworthy one way or the other. In fact, J’ver smiled, proud, that he had noticed some hints of this announcement coming. His task at firestone mining not too long ago had a large number assigned to it which he had noted as unusual at the time. It made sense now that he knew they would be riding in wings once more. The old bronzerider was good at looking ahead.
Even as he was thinking that rare bit of praise, D’ren continued speaking with J’ver nodding at the wisdom behind the words, until his name was linked with S’kef. That wasn’t good. J’ver scanned the crowd quickly for the brownrider but then decided he didn’t need to see the fury burning in those passionate eyes and turned on his heel. S’kef wouldn’t be pleased with having people think they were a couple despite the odd moments of kindness and comfort behind closed doors. It wouldn’t help his reputation as someone to fear and S’kef would likely blame him, or at least take it out on him, for any looks or laughter he now received. A quick escape was in order and J’ver did his best on doing just that as he did his best to make himself unnoticed and break away from the crowd to where Rilaleeyth waited.