23.Jun.13, 10:13 PM
S'kef's brows narrowed as he set his gaze on the younger man with a severe expression. "Give me the papers, son," he said, tone calm and low, almost threatening. He felt a pang of anger at the act of defiance, but rather than answering it with outward aggression, he uttered that single warning. His eyes never moved from C'vir's as he held out one hand expectantly.
He listened to the young man's proposal, and wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or spit. How adorably naive and appropriately righteous. "To what end?" he asked in a serene but shallow tone, lifting one skeptical brow and allowing a cruel sneer to cross his face. "So the Weyr can panic? Fall into anger and accusations again?" He took a deep breath and took one long step towards C'vir. The older brownrider slithered close, bringing his mouth close to his younger counterpart's ear and speaking in a near-whisper. "...Risk tearing itself apart again?"
He let it sink in for a moment before peeling away and slowly circling around, moving slowly and deliberately. "...Regardless of what is right, that is what will happen, my young friend. These people are weary, I'm sure you can see that....What will a new scandal do aside from tear this place apart at it's seams?"
He paused in front of the brownrider and slowly allowed his smile to return, softer and confident this time. "...I prefer to think of it as time to go forward, not backward. I choose not to linger any longer," he said. "I would like to think that there are others who feel the same." It was a hint, a silent incentive for C'vir to forget this nonsense and stand with those who preferred glory to civil war. "It's a shame what happened, C'vir, but it's time to put it behind us. I would rather ride to the north and reclaim our glory than kill one another in this foul jungle...And as greatly as I disagreed with T'shiro and disagree with D'ren now, I'm certain they too would favor future life over more death..."
He ground his teeth.
He listened to the young man's proposal, and wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or spit. How adorably naive and appropriately righteous. "To what end?" he asked in a serene but shallow tone, lifting one skeptical brow and allowing a cruel sneer to cross his face. "So the Weyr can panic? Fall into anger and accusations again?" He took a deep breath and took one long step towards C'vir. The older brownrider slithered close, bringing his mouth close to his younger counterpart's ear and speaking in a near-whisper. "...Risk tearing itself apart again?"
He let it sink in for a moment before peeling away and slowly circling around, moving slowly and deliberately. "...Regardless of what is right, that is what will happen, my young friend. These people are weary, I'm sure you can see that....What will a new scandal do aside from tear this place apart at it's seams?"
He paused in front of the brownrider and slowly allowed his smile to return, softer and confident this time. "...I prefer to think of it as time to go forward, not backward. I choose not to linger any longer," he said. "I would like to think that there are others who feel the same." It was a hint, a silent incentive for C'vir to forget this nonsense and stand with those who preferred glory to civil war. "It's a shame what happened, C'vir, but it's time to put it behind us. I would rather ride to the north and reclaim our glory than kill one another in this foul jungle...And as greatly as I disagreed with T'shiro and disagree with D'ren now, I'm certain they too would favor future life over more death..."
He ground his teeth.