17.Dec.12, 10:54 PM
Again with the coat. S'kef smiled good-naturedly at the weyrling, focusing not on Erisi's words, but rather on the hardening expression of hatred in the clever young man's eyes. S'kef silently requested Tyrrisath deliver the young man's name so they could properly converse, nodding with presumed amusement at Eri's comments and then taking a sweeping step froward.
"Erisi," S'kef said, lightly placing his free arm around the young man's shoulders and sweeping him firmly down the hallway. His arm stiffened, intent on guiding the young man along whether he wanted to come along or not.
"Don't you think it's a touch insensitive to talk about the North while our dear Weyrleader is lying on what may well be his deathbed?" he said, shaking his head in distress. "D'ren had put his sweat and blood into keeping us all alive and healthy for all these turns. We can't abandon him the moment he hits a snag....now can we?"
He smiled amiably, nodding his head to Erisi. "But you are right. There are many who feel the same as you do...but it would do them well to be patient." He released the greenrider before giving him a firm slap on the shoulder, masking it as an act of playfulness, but perhaps falling a little heavier than was necessary.
"But I wouldn't expect a green weyrling to understand the subtleties of politics. Now, why don't you be a good boy and keep your nose out of other peoples' business?" He smiled and lifted a brow. "And their closets." He didn't much care about the stitching on him damn jacket, but leave it to a greenrider to fuss over such a trivial thing!
"But you're a smart kid, yes? You already know that."
"Erisi," S'kef said, lightly placing his free arm around the young man's shoulders and sweeping him firmly down the hallway. His arm stiffened, intent on guiding the young man along whether he wanted to come along or not.
"Don't you think it's a touch insensitive to talk about the North while our dear Weyrleader is lying on what may well be his deathbed?" he said, shaking his head in distress. "D'ren had put his sweat and blood into keeping us all alive and healthy for all these turns. We can't abandon him the moment he hits a snag....now can we?"
He smiled amiably, nodding his head to Erisi. "But you are right. There are many who feel the same as you do...but it would do them well to be patient." He released the greenrider before giving him a firm slap on the shoulder, masking it as an act of playfulness, but perhaps falling a little heavier than was necessary.
"But I wouldn't expect a green weyrling to understand the subtleties of politics. Now, why don't you be a good boy and keep your nose out of other peoples' business?" He smiled and lifted a brow. "And their closets." He didn't much care about the stitching on him damn jacket, but leave it to a greenrider to fuss over such a trivial thing!
"But you're a smart kid, yes? You already know that."