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24.Aug.12, 07:23 AM
J’ver hadn’t done much since realising S’kef was finally done with him. He had tried to forget with a night of drinking until he passed out only to find he was prone to being violently ill soon after. It was a two-day long reminder why he didn’t often drink and when he did, it was only a small glass of wine in celebration of some such thing or another. Once recovered, he took up the habit of staying inside or close to his hut, only venturing out for chores or when he needed some supplies.
He wasn’t stupid. S’kef had no need of him now and therefore his protection had left with the brownrider. There wasn’t a single other human in that weyr that liked him but there was an entire weyr full of people that hated him and quite a few that would do harm to him while the others cheered. So far, he had managed to avoid the more aggressive and for some reason no one had come hunting him down. Perhaps they still feared retribution dealt by the always fair hand of D’ren. He knew that wouldn’t last though. One day, J’ver was certain, he’d wake to someone paying him back for everything he had done. It could even be Talian if the boy learned he had a back bone and balls.
So he had returned to his two passions that didn’t involve cardinal sins. Much of the time was spent in his adorably decorated hut sewing new shirts for himself. Once, he had made gifts for S’kef though the man never seemed to wear them. It wasn’t surprising, really, S’kef did have questionable tastes but J’ver had never really minded most of those tastes. It was odd how his mind continued to drift to the brownrider and the good times they had and how he could still rationalize every single horrible time as well. He always deserved it. He was naughty. They were in public.
Once the memories came and wouldn’t leave him alone, J’ver set aside the third shirt he had been working on and moved to focus more steadily on his other hobby. Gardening had been something he learned during the exile turns, which one would have assumed would leave a bad taste and keep J’ver from returning to. It was a sort of manual labour for starters, but it couldn’t hold many good memories. It did and it didn’t, in truth, as he had argued quite a bit with the adorable but idiotic Tarrin more than was necessary but it was calming as well as a way to provide some food. He had continued the habit once his hut was built, keeping a small garden of herbs and a few decorative flowers along the outside of the building.
It was kneeling in the dirt by his flowers that A’liran found him. J’ver cringed when he heard that voice, none too pleased to have to deal with anyone right then but A’liran was another thing entirely. As a fellow greenrider, they should have gotten along, but he didn’t get along with Par’a either or B’jin. A’liran was filled with a vile energy that kept him prattling on about the injustice done against their kind and J’ver had long ago learned to tune him out. If the man simply latched onto a bronze or brown, he’d be much happier and far less noisy. It wasn’t even like he would be giving in since J’ver felt he was above the others and S’kef respected him. Had respected him.
“Good evening, A’liran,” despite his former profession, J’ver was still a very polite man, “yes; I find gardening a good way to unwind. Follow it with a cup of tea and it makes for a very relaxing night.” It wasn’t like he was giving away his beauty secrets so J’ver didn’t mind having a fairly normal conversation. It was something he was lacking in anyway. Even Rilaleeyth wasn’t always around to talk to as she preferred the company of Z’ia’s blue and V’zire’s green. She was home now, as she normally was by this hour when she wandered off for a bit, and J’ver was slightly amused to sense her excited to have a visitor but also hesitant to actually address her fellow green.
He sighed when S’kef was brought up. He should have known that was where the conversation would go. “It’s true; we’ve parted ways,” J’ver turned his attention back to the garden, plucking a stray weed and setting it atop the neat little pile beside him. He wasn’t surprised at the greenrider unity A’liran brought up but to have it said to him in such a genuine tone was odd to say the least and earned J’ver’s attention once more. “Oh? Do I get a membership card I can flash at the others?” He’d certainly need one if it helped tone down their hatred long enough for him to eat a bowl of soup in the dining hall.
He wasn’t stupid. S’kef had no need of him now and therefore his protection had left with the brownrider. There wasn’t a single other human in that weyr that liked him but there was an entire weyr full of people that hated him and quite a few that would do harm to him while the others cheered. So far, he had managed to avoid the more aggressive and for some reason no one had come hunting him down. Perhaps they still feared retribution dealt by the always fair hand of D’ren. He knew that wouldn’t last though. One day, J’ver was certain, he’d wake to someone paying him back for everything he had done. It could even be Talian if the boy learned he had a back bone and balls.
So he had returned to his two passions that didn’t involve cardinal sins. Much of the time was spent in his adorably decorated hut sewing new shirts for himself. Once, he had made gifts for S’kef though the man never seemed to wear them. It wasn’t surprising, really, S’kef did have questionable tastes but J’ver had never really minded most of those tastes. It was odd how his mind continued to drift to the brownrider and the good times they had and how he could still rationalize every single horrible time as well. He always deserved it. He was naughty. They were in public.
Once the memories came and wouldn’t leave him alone, J’ver set aside the third shirt he had been working on and moved to focus more steadily on his other hobby. Gardening had been something he learned during the exile turns, which one would have assumed would leave a bad taste and keep J’ver from returning to. It was a sort of manual labour for starters, but it couldn’t hold many good memories. It did and it didn’t, in truth, as he had argued quite a bit with the adorable but idiotic Tarrin more than was necessary but it was calming as well as a way to provide some food. He had continued the habit once his hut was built, keeping a small garden of herbs and a few decorative flowers along the outside of the building.
It was kneeling in the dirt by his flowers that A’liran found him. J’ver cringed when he heard that voice, none too pleased to have to deal with anyone right then but A’liran was another thing entirely. As a fellow greenrider, they should have gotten along, but he didn’t get along with Par’a either or B’jin. A’liran was filled with a vile energy that kept him prattling on about the injustice done against their kind and J’ver had long ago learned to tune him out. If the man simply latched onto a bronze or brown, he’d be much happier and far less noisy. It wasn’t even like he would be giving in since J’ver felt he was above the others and S’kef respected him. Had respected him.
“Good evening, A’liran,” despite his former profession, J’ver was still a very polite man, “yes; I find gardening a good way to unwind. Follow it with a cup of tea and it makes for a very relaxing night.” It wasn’t like he was giving away his beauty secrets so J’ver didn’t mind having a fairly normal conversation. It was something he was lacking in anyway. Even Rilaleeyth wasn’t always around to talk to as she preferred the company of Z’ia’s blue and V’zire’s green. She was home now, as she normally was by this hour when she wandered off for a bit, and J’ver was slightly amused to sense her excited to have a visitor but also hesitant to actually address her fellow green.
He sighed when S’kef was brought up. He should have known that was where the conversation would go. “It’s true; we’ve parted ways,” J’ver turned his attention back to the garden, plucking a stray weed and setting it atop the neat little pile beside him. He wasn’t surprised at the greenrider unity A’liran brought up but to have it said to him in such a genuine tone was odd to say the least and earned J’ver’s attention once more. “Oh? Do I get a membership card I can flash at the others?” He’d certainly need one if it helped tone down their hatred long enough for him to eat a bowl of soup in the dining hall.
