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22.Mar.13, 06:19 PM
B'run took his gaze off S'kef long enough to watch Olemuth sit on his haunches and wrap his wing around Shanith. The dragon's eyes were still a vivid red, swirling rapidly and he was looming protectively over the green, as B'run was looming protectively in front of R'ana. His fair decided to make their appearance now, all three greens and the gold popping out if Between with hisses and chattering. Lovely claimed her place on his shoulders while Hush and Ali clung to his belt and forearm respectively. Brat took her place on R'ana's shoulder.
B'run gave her wrist a quick squeeze, glancing back to her before shifting his cool gaze back to S'kef as they were marched off. He looked unfocused, busy both planning with Olemuth and preparing himself mentally. He'd been through this before. Not a lash exactly, but strips of leather, belts or whatever else his father could get his hands on. A lash could be endured. Blacking out quick was, sometimes, a better option than trying to stay around and enduring. He walked stable enough for someone that had been drinking, though he swayed a bit and it took him a moment to stand still and straight when they stopped.
Relay to R'ana. That meant tell Shanith and have her tell her rider. Olemuth knew the routine. If it comes to lashing to back down. Give in. I'll endure the lash for us both.
Olemuth didn't like the idea of that, but he didn't like the idea of Shanith's distress if her rider was assaulted, either. Relayed. They do not approve. Are you sure this is what is best?
They can not approve all they want. She has Berani to worry about. I'll take the lash for her if it comes to it... No, but he's not weyrleader forever. He has no right to take their names from them.
What is the plan?
Worry about tonight first, love. We'll worry about the future when we know whether or not I'm going to be bleeding.
"Ain't a party 'till some'un gets loud." B'run replied, his tone cold and calm. He didn't know how he was managing to be so calm if it wasn't Olemuth's doing. While the dragon was endlessly calm and level headed, he knew that the big bronze was upset because his rider was. And his rider was doing his damnedest to keep calm. Lovely, the golden flit wrapped around B'run's neck, hissed at S'kef and pressed her cheek to B'run's, crooning in an attempt to comfort him. B'run didn't so much as move. He kept a widened stance, trying to remember how many drinks he'd had.
He wasn't that drunk. He was sober enough to know he was probably going to get his ass handed to him. But he was drunk enough to not care. It wasn't right and that was B'run's weakness. He felt obligated to defend those that couldn't defend themselves. S'kef rode a brown. He outranked the blue and green riding women he was, in B'run's mind, attacking. They couldn't stand against him. B'run rode a bronze. He could. And would. And had. Of course, he was probably a bloody idiot for doing so, but he had.
Gonna be stupid again, love.
I'm not surprised.
Tell R'ana... Tell 'er I might love her.
Possibly the least stupid thing you've done tonight.
Don't speak too soon. There's still time.
B'run gave her wrist a quick squeeze, glancing back to her before shifting his cool gaze back to S'kef as they were marched off. He looked unfocused, busy both planning with Olemuth and preparing himself mentally. He'd been through this before. Not a lash exactly, but strips of leather, belts or whatever else his father could get his hands on. A lash could be endured. Blacking out quick was, sometimes, a better option than trying to stay around and enduring. He walked stable enough for someone that had been drinking, though he swayed a bit and it took him a moment to stand still and straight when they stopped.
Relay to R'ana. That meant tell Shanith and have her tell her rider. Olemuth knew the routine. If it comes to lashing to back down. Give in. I'll endure the lash for us both.
Olemuth didn't like the idea of that, but he didn't like the idea of Shanith's distress if her rider was assaulted, either.
They can not approve all they want. She has Berani to worry about. I'll take the lash for her if it comes to it... No, but he's not weyrleader forever. He has no right to take their names from them.
Worry about tonight first, love. We'll worry about the future when we know whether or not I'm going to be bleeding.
"Ain't a party 'till some'un gets loud." B'run replied, his tone cold and calm. He didn't know how he was managing to be so calm if it wasn't Olemuth's doing. While the dragon was endlessly calm and level headed, he knew that the big bronze was upset because his rider was. And his rider was doing his damnedest to keep calm. Lovely, the golden flit wrapped around B'run's neck, hissed at S'kef and pressed her cheek to B'run's, crooning in an attempt to comfort him. B'run didn't so much as move. He kept a widened stance, trying to remember how many drinks he'd had.
He wasn't that drunk. He was sober enough to know he was probably going to get his ass handed to him. But he was drunk enough to not care. It wasn't right and that was B'run's weakness. He felt obligated to defend those that couldn't defend themselves. S'kef rode a brown. He outranked the blue and green riding women he was, in B'run's mind, attacking. They couldn't stand against him. B'run rode a bronze. He could. And would. And had. Of course, he was probably a bloody idiot for doing so, but he had.
Gonna be stupid again, love.
Tell R'ana... Tell 'er I might love her.
Don't speak too soon. There's still time.
