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04.Sep.14, 11:07 AM
Having come from High Reaches where even summer didn’t reach sweltering, J’ver never truly adjusted to the heat of the South. He did well enough and often had some minion he could manipulate into fanning him or doing the hard labour while he lounged in the shade but he still preferred multiple breaks and relaxing when he couldn’t get someone else to work for him. It was why he made his way to the hot springs. It didn’t make much sense to want a soak in hot water in the middle of a hot day but the lake had too many people and not enough shade. Besides, the trip he was taking was more to wash away his perspiration – J’ver didn’t do something so vulgar like sweat – and the dust of the day before returning to his home in Telgar.
Most of the population was in Telgar now but a wing had stayed in Katila to maintain it and keep watch over those fools that didn’t want to return home. J’ver had been tasked with spending his day using his skills wisely and monitoring everyone. It was good to check up on loyalties, secrets, and even the mundane like how rebuilding Katila was going in case they wanted to keep use of it in the future. Since he was the best at lurking, observing, and blackmailing, it was only natural that S’kef send him. On a far more personal and selfish level, J’ver was glad for the opportunity to check up on some of the other bronze- and brownriders. S’kef wouldn’t hold power forever and it was good to sink his claws into as many others as possible to keep his own position amongst the riders secure. As an older greenrider, it was best to have friends in promising positions.
Rilaleeyth was happy for the trip as well as she got to visit with one of her only friends, Aveleth. She was off trying to visit with the blue dragon while J’ver pressed on into the little cove where the pools were sheltered. He frowned at seeing they were empty save for a man he didn’t recognize right away with a dragonet. The hot springs were always a good place for gathering gossip and making deals of a certain calibre but an unknown weyrling wasn’t someone J’ver was interested in. Then again, as he neared and saw the bronze hide, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to start manipulating one at an early age.
Another frown was given as he noticed the man was wearing shorts. How rude! It wasn’t that J’ver was looking for a show but he felt that clothes had no place in a bathing area. Considering the dragonet seemed fresh from his shell, the man was likely one of those brought in from the North and wasn’t used to the relaxed ways of the Weyr and J’ver held off saying anything for the time being since everything always came down to politics and maintaining an image. The man probably had family and would talk once given the chance.
“Good afternoon,” J’ver greeted casually as he started to remove his clothing. He had snagged a towel from Z’ia’s collection when he checked up on Rilaleeyth and set each article of clothing down in a neat pile beside it. A moment later and he was sliding into the occupied pool on the opposite side of the pool. He didn’t really like the dragonet being washed in the water either but it was almost comical how that didn’t bother him nearly as much as the shorts. He’d been around dragons and lost to the wilderness for far too long it seemed.
Most of the population was in Telgar now but a wing had stayed in Katila to maintain it and keep watch over those fools that didn’t want to return home. J’ver had been tasked with spending his day using his skills wisely and monitoring everyone. It was good to check up on loyalties, secrets, and even the mundane like how rebuilding Katila was going in case they wanted to keep use of it in the future. Since he was the best at lurking, observing, and blackmailing, it was only natural that S’kef send him. On a far more personal and selfish level, J’ver was glad for the opportunity to check up on some of the other bronze- and brownriders. S’kef wouldn’t hold power forever and it was good to sink his claws into as many others as possible to keep his own position amongst the riders secure. As an older greenrider, it was best to have friends in promising positions.
Rilaleeyth was happy for the trip as well as she got to visit with one of her only friends, Aveleth. She was off trying to visit with the blue dragon while J’ver pressed on into the little cove where the pools were sheltered. He frowned at seeing they were empty save for a man he didn’t recognize right away with a dragonet. The hot springs were always a good place for gathering gossip and making deals of a certain calibre but an unknown weyrling wasn’t someone J’ver was interested in. Then again, as he neared and saw the bronze hide, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to start manipulating one at an early age.
Another frown was given as he noticed the man was wearing shorts. How rude! It wasn’t that J’ver was looking for a show but he felt that clothes had no place in a bathing area. Considering the dragonet seemed fresh from his shell, the man was likely one of those brought in from the North and wasn’t used to the relaxed ways of the Weyr and J’ver held off saying anything for the time being since everything always came down to politics and maintaining an image. The man probably had family and would talk once given the chance.
“Good afternoon,” J’ver greeted casually as he started to remove his clothing. He had snagged a towel from Z’ia’s collection when he checked up on Rilaleeyth and set each article of clothing down in a neat pile beside it. A moment later and he was sliding into the occupied pool on the opposite side of the pool. He didn’t really like the dragonet being washed in the water either but it was almost comical how that didn’t bother him nearly as much as the shorts. He’d been around dragons and lost to the wilderness for far too long it seemed.
