07.Feb.12, 07:44 PM
Oh, so that stupid son of a wherry wanted to laugh, did he?! Kerrin clenched his teeth as he bent to pick up a nearby stone. Let's see him laugh at this! Outraged at the indignity of his ex-friend treating this very serious offense like a sharding chuckle-fest, the boy had whipped the heavy rock right at the dripping bluerider's head before he'd even spoken another word. Kerrin didn't care if R'nd could easily dodge it, because that wasn't the point. No, in this particular instance the weyrbrat had already decided that the bluerider's death would be so much more satisfying if once he'd gotten hold of the chance to do it with his bare hands. Nothing less would be a fitting punishment for the sheer betrayal R'nd had committed by failing to divulge that the candidates' instructor for this clutch was quite possibly the one and only dragonrider in all of Katila Weyr that Kerrin legitimately feared.
"No, it was not a good class!!" Kerrin exploded, shouting loud enough to be heard over the distance that spanned between them as well as R'nd's increasingly hearty laughter. Not that he had expected anything less of the mischievous bluerider - they were friends for a reason, and any sensible Katilan would happily point out that were their positions reversed, Kerrin would have done the exact same thing to R'nd, and laughed just as mightily. In fact, this whole incident was probably revenge for something or other that the weyrbrat-turned-Candidate didn't even remember.
Kerrin knew all of this, but that knowledge did nothing to calm the rage that had him all but trembling from head to toe. The boy did not take well to humiliation, and that's exactly what resulted whenever he managed to get himself on the wrong end of G'rem's temper, because that was one man everybody - even him! - knew you just didn't talk back to. You just didn't. And for the young man who had orchestrated it all to stand there in the water and just guffaw like a fool, with that stupid water trickling down his stupid flawless body as if he were some kind of perfectly sculpted statue of masculine glory... well that just pissed him off.
"You can't get out of this one just by being good-looking, you know!" Kerrin growled, the irony of this statement coming from him, Katila's main offender when it came to such tactics, completely escaping him as he began to pull off his boots and shirt. Of course, for a man as quick on the draw as R'nd that action alone was surely warning enough for what was to come next, but just in case the boy was sure to add a quick, "You're dead, Randy!" before he took off in a run towards the bank before he launched himself bodily in a flying tackle towards the snickering bluerider.
"No, it was not a good class!!" Kerrin exploded, shouting loud enough to be heard over the distance that spanned between them as well as R'nd's increasingly hearty laughter. Not that he had expected anything less of the mischievous bluerider - they were friends for a reason, and any sensible Katilan would happily point out that were their positions reversed, Kerrin would have done the exact same thing to R'nd, and laughed just as mightily. In fact, this whole incident was probably revenge for something or other that the weyrbrat-turned-Candidate didn't even remember.
Kerrin knew all of this, but that knowledge did nothing to calm the rage that had him all but trembling from head to toe. The boy did not take well to humiliation, and that's exactly what resulted whenever he managed to get himself on the wrong end of G'rem's temper, because that was one man everybody - even him! - knew you just didn't talk back to. You just didn't. And for the young man who had orchestrated it all to stand there in the water and just guffaw like a fool, with that stupid water trickling down his stupid flawless body as if he were some kind of perfectly sculpted statue of masculine glory... well that just pissed him off.
"You can't get out of this one just by being good-looking, you know!" Kerrin growled, the irony of this statement coming from him, Katila's main offender when it came to such tactics, completely escaping him as he began to pull off his boots and shirt. Of course, for a man as quick on the draw as R'nd that action alone was surely warning enough for what was to come next, but just in case the boy was sure to add a quick, "You're dead, Randy!" before he took off in a run towards the bank before he launched himself bodily in a flying tackle towards the snickering bluerider.