05.Sep.13, 07:29 PM
"That's a dangerous assumption to make," S'kef replied, taking the offered seat and carefully folding his hands in his lap. His eyes darted around the room as soon as she turned her back, taking in what he could and familiarizing himself with his surroundings. "....Drinks won't be necessary," he added afterwards. He spoke politely, but in reality he didn't trust her at all. She was a rebel, and he had no doubt in his mind that they would stoop to poisoning as surely as he had. Whether to not Ravana had it in her he didn't know, but he didn't like taking risks.
"A dangerous assumption," he said, returning to the previous topic, "But a sign of close observation and consciousness. We do seem to be outgrowing this place," he said in a conversational and non-committal tone. He hadn't told anyone publicly about his desire to return north, but he would be soon enough. He had no intention to crush her little theory, but he hoped the warning in his tone was enough to remind her not to spread it around. He would spread it around himself when the time came, along with those he trusted. What a shame that Ravana couldn't be one of them, at least not unless something changed.
He smirked a little before casting his gaze down to his lap, for a moment appearing almost sad. "A son, you say? It seems like everyone has someone they miss," he said. "Tsuen mistakenly believes that time can heal those kinds of wounds...I find her a fool." He wasn't telling Ravana anything she wouldn't know, at least not about his own opinions. He no longer bothered to hide his dislike for the Weyrwoman. As far as he was concerned, anyone who allied themselves with the rebels was throwing their lot in with Tsuen as well. Wretches.
He straighten his posture and let out a long sigh. The frustration showed clearly on his face, guarded though he was. He wouldn't expose himself too openly to a rebel, but in this case, he thought that just a little touch of transparency might strengthen him in the long run. He allowed a hint of his ire to show through, then quickly put on a flat and deadly serious expression.
"I have two daughters up there, you know."
Not that he cared...but the greenrider didn't know that. All he could think about was how angry he was to continue to rot in the mud and jungle. If he needed to spin a sob story to whip up some quick sympathy, then he would do exactly that. He'd forgotten about those little girls years ago, but not without great personal stress. Maybe he'd forgotten about them so he would stop beating himself up over choosing Tyrrisath over them...he didn't dare try to analyze it anymore. But right now, it gave him common ground with someone he would rather like to find some common ground with. Ravana was B'run's girl, right? What better way to tear the bronzerider down than to turn his girlfriend's allegiance? It was cruel, but S'kef was determined to get home, no matter what unsavory things he had to do in order to get them there. It was for everyone's good, whether they knew it yet or not.
"A dangerous assumption," he said, returning to the previous topic, "But a sign of close observation and consciousness. We do seem to be outgrowing this place," he said in a conversational and non-committal tone. He hadn't told anyone publicly about his desire to return north, but he would be soon enough. He had no intention to crush her little theory, but he hoped the warning in his tone was enough to remind her not to spread it around. He would spread it around himself when the time came, along with those he trusted. What a shame that Ravana couldn't be one of them, at least not unless something changed.
He smirked a little before casting his gaze down to his lap, for a moment appearing almost sad. "A son, you say? It seems like everyone has someone they miss," he said. "Tsuen mistakenly believes that time can heal those kinds of wounds...I find her a fool." He wasn't telling Ravana anything she wouldn't know, at least not about his own opinions. He no longer bothered to hide his dislike for the Weyrwoman. As far as he was concerned, anyone who allied themselves with the rebels was throwing their lot in with Tsuen as well. Wretches.
He straighten his posture and let out a long sigh. The frustration showed clearly on his face, guarded though he was. He wouldn't expose himself too openly to a rebel, but in this case, he thought that just a little touch of transparency might strengthen him in the long run. He allowed a hint of his ire to show through, then quickly put on a flat and deadly serious expression.
"I have two daughters up there, you know."
Not that he cared...but the greenrider didn't know that. All he could think about was how angry he was to continue to rot in the mud and jungle. If he needed to spin a sob story to whip up some quick sympathy, then he would do exactly that. He'd forgotten about those little girls years ago, but not without great personal stress. Maybe he'd forgotten about them so he would stop beating himself up over choosing Tyrrisath over them...he didn't dare try to analyze it anymore. But right now, it gave him common ground with someone he would rather like to find some common ground with. Ravana was B'run's girl, right? What better way to tear the bronzerider down than to turn his girlfriend's allegiance? It was cruel, but S'kef was determined to get home, no matter what unsavory things he had to do in order to get them there. It was for everyone's good, whether they knew it yet or not.