16.May.13, 09:50 PM
"Good is relative," T'rielle chuckled. "And what's the difference between a good greenrider and a good goldrider? Because there are definitely people who don't know the difference." At least, he was fairly certain there were. It was a bit like unicorns; he heard the stories, but he'd never met one in person. Well, he thought he was funny. Mention of the potential pitching of fits in conjunction with the Weyrleader made him shudder; nervous was an understatement when it came to being in the vicinity of the new leadership, and that was when he was virtually invisible to the man; he'd do something really stupid, like cower and beg for forgiveness (dramatic, remember?) if he ever happened to do something that actually caught the man's attention. Thank Faranth that between him and his dragon they were actually quite good at staying out of the politically dangerous kind of trouble. Normal danger, however, was completely within the limits of attainability.
"Okay, sure, but that's only because they all scare the shit out of me." He waved him off, as if that explained everything. It certainly did to the greenrider. He wasn't stupid, nor suicidal, and getting his name on some list in some dark room alongside A'liran's for stirring up trouble was not in his life's plan. He enjoyed the freedom of being relatively unknown, and would most certainly fester and die if he was ever put on house arrest. A little dramatic, perhaps, but a ridiculously vivid imagination was something he had never quite grown out of. It made for great storytelling, anyway, which he enjoyed when feeling particularly vindictive towards groups of Weyrbrats who took up just a little too much of Caxith's attention for just a little too long.
"Well..." He started, truly racking his brains because damn was politics boring and he did not want to go there. Ever. Even thinking about it put him on edge, and therefore he was more than happy to find a suitable topic change. "We took a bit of an excursion into the forest a few weeks ago. Caxith chased a couple giant felines--I swear they were the same size as she was--while I screamed like a girl, and just caused some general disruption of nature. Ended up spending the night because the bitch decided she didn't want to fly home just then." He finally said, realizing just how much he hadn't done recently when put on the spot. "It was a surprising amount of fun, actually."
"Okay, sure, but that's only because they all scare the shit out of me." He waved him off, as if that explained everything. It certainly did to the greenrider. He wasn't stupid, nor suicidal, and getting his name on some list in some dark room alongside A'liran's for stirring up trouble was not in his life's plan. He enjoyed the freedom of being relatively unknown, and would most certainly fester and die if he was ever put on house arrest. A little dramatic, perhaps, but a ridiculously vivid imagination was something he had never quite grown out of. It made for great storytelling, anyway, which he enjoyed when feeling particularly vindictive towards groups of Weyrbrats who took up just a little too much of Caxith's attention for just a little too long.
"Well..." He started, truly racking his brains because damn was politics boring and he did not want to go there. Ever. Even thinking about it put him on edge, and therefore he was more than happy to find a suitable topic change. "We took a bit of an excursion into the forest a few weeks ago. Caxith chased a couple giant felines--I swear they were the same size as she was--while I screamed like a girl, and just caused some general disruption of nature. Ended up spending the night because the bitch decided she didn't want to fly home just then." He finally said, realizing just how much he hadn't done recently when put on the spot. "It was a surprising amount of fun, actually."