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10.Jan.13, 08:51 AM
Weyrleader. S'kef liked how the world felt on his tongue, but not near as much as he liked how the knots felt on his shoulder. It was the sort of thing he'd worked his entire life to achieve. He was just a hold boy, after all. Poverty and bad breeding were enough to keep him away from even the craft halls, instead bound to farm dirt like his father and tend to his incessantly-ill mother. His father's overbearing and incompetence were like a weight around his neck.
How things had changed. The turns had been filled with ups and downs, from plagues and deaths to promotions and new relationships. S'kef's reactions to the world's tides has always been guarded, for he was a very private man and preferred his weaknesses never be exposed, but only a fool would think it hadn't affected him. Today, after turns of frustration and anger, he was finally a winner. And it felt amazing.
He'd been ready for the job. He watched D'ren with great interest during their time together, and when the stubborn know it all would let him, S'kef had always been happy to help with his work. He knew what he was getting into, but it had kept him busier than his old position, though not as much as he'd feared it would. Of course, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He lived with J'ver now, so they saw plenty of each other in spite of the heavy workload.
It was worth it. Wing practices were on hold during the investigation, and S'kef's new position meant his precious greeenrider didn't have to lift a finger. Soon, once things settled down and the Weyr recovered from the upset in leadership, he and J'ver would truly want for nothing. In the meantime, the investigation was a pain in the ass.
S'kef didn't get away from the Weyr very often, but today it was essential. He had a valid excuse; Tyrrisath's hide was peeling. The dragon wasn't particularly worried about it, he insisted, or he'd have told his bonded about it earlier! Four days earlier, in fact.
S'kef was pissed.
"'You were busy' is not an excuse, Tyrrisath!" S'kef shouted as his unimpressed dragon as he peeled his shirt off and pitched it aside. Tyrrisath lounged on the riverbank,back half trailing off into the water. A rather large patch of hide on the left side of Tyrrisath's neck was peeling, but it hadn't gotten serious yet. S'kef frowned, eyes narrowed at the patch.
"What have you got to say for yourself?!"
Tyrrisath blinked. He thought his bonded knew him better.
They stared at one another, hard gazes meeting in a match of wills. Tyrrisath's eyes flushed red in agitation and S'kef;s hard jaw set itself and his fists tightened at his side. Their impromptu contest lasted for a few long and trying seconds before they relented, each by his own accord but at almost the exact same time. Tyrrisath closed his eyes and S'kef turned away in such a manner that neither realized the other had moved at first.
S'kef sighed, and then slowly allowed himself to laugh. "Stupid beast," he said with a sort of tenderness reserved only for his mate and his bonded. He knelt beside the dragon's neck and ran his fingers over the patch of hide, shaking his head slowly. "Come on. Let's get you fixed up..." He had all day, if that's what it took.
How things had changed. The turns had been filled with ups and downs, from plagues and deaths to promotions and new relationships. S'kef's reactions to the world's tides has always been guarded, for he was a very private man and preferred his weaknesses never be exposed, but only a fool would think it hadn't affected him. Today, after turns of frustration and anger, he was finally a winner. And it felt amazing.
He'd been ready for the job. He watched D'ren with great interest during their time together, and when the stubborn know it all would let him, S'kef had always been happy to help with his work. He knew what he was getting into, but it had kept him busier than his old position, though not as much as he'd feared it would. Of course, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He lived with J'ver now, so they saw plenty of each other in spite of the heavy workload.
It was worth it. Wing practices were on hold during the investigation, and S'kef's new position meant his precious greeenrider didn't have to lift a finger. Soon, once things settled down and the Weyr recovered from the upset in leadership, he and J'ver would truly want for nothing. In the meantime, the investigation was a pain in the ass.
S'kef didn't get away from the Weyr very often, but today it was essential. He had a valid excuse; Tyrrisath's hide was peeling. The dragon wasn't particularly worried about it, he insisted, or he'd have told his bonded about it earlier! Four days earlier, in fact.
S'kef was pissed.
"'You were busy' is not an excuse, Tyrrisath!" S'kef shouted as his unimpressed dragon as he peeled his shirt off and pitched it aside. Tyrrisath lounged on the riverbank,back half trailing off into the water. A rather large patch of hide on the left side of Tyrrisath's neck was peeling, but it hadn't gotten serious yet. S'kef frowned, eyes narrowed at the patch.
"What have you got to say for yourself?!"
Tyrrisath blinked. He thought his bonded knew him better.
They stared at one another, hard gazes meeting in a match of wills. Tyrrisath's eyes flushed red in agitation and S'kef;s hard jaw set itself and his fists tightened at his side. Their impromptu contest lasted for a few long and trying seconds before they relented, each by his own accord but at almost the exact same time. Tyrrisath closed his eyes and S'kef turned away in such a manner that neither realized the other had moved at first.
S'kef sighed, and then slowly allowed himself to laugh. "Stupid beast," he said with a sort of tenderness reserved only for his mate and his bonded. He knelt beside the dragon's neck and ran his fingers over the patch of hide, shaking his head slowly. "Come on. Let's get you fixed up..." He had all day, if that's what it took.
