09.Oct.14, 08:44 PM
A slow grin spread over thin lips at J’zek’s question. Good. The boy wasn’t stupid and knew to ask questions and learn more before diving in. That was something he could work with and cultivate until it was time to spring him upon the dragonriding society. “Let’s just say I’ve grown accustomed to my comfortable lifestyle and I don’t want to see it end.” And end, it would. It was obvious there were murmurings about S’kef still leading them and even if the man had brought them North once more, he still wasn’t that popular with most of the population for one reason or another. It was only a matter of time before he was overthrown or poisoned like D’ren before him.
“S’kef is only a brownrider after all and he wouldn’t be Weyrleader if it weren’t for my assistance. Imagine what I can do with a bronzerider that has a desire to sit at the top of the hierarchy.” It was true, for the most part. Sure, there were some setbacks that were on his shoulders but J’ver knew S’kef wouldn’t have been able to pull off as much as he had without him. They may have schemed together but J’ver was the one getting his hands dirty with gathering blackmail and removing the competition.
“Don’t bother yourself with the colour of Rilaleeyth’s hide as that’s not important. Just know that I can be a very powerful ally… or foe. I prefer to keep you in my good books, however, since I sense potential in you and Sirbuth.” The boy knew nothing of their society and the dragon was barely out of his shell but time would change both of those things. J’ver would make sure their Weyrlingmaster didn’t cheap out on anything and he would see to it that J’zek received special training in the off hours to learn more about rankings and riders he should befriend and avoid.
Assuming the boy was smart enough to take up the offer to work together. If not, then he would be left to his own devices while J’ver focused on his other carefully chosen bronzeriders.
“S’kef is only a brownrider after all and he wouldn’t be Weyrleader if it weren’t for my assistance. Imagine what I can do with a bronzerider that has a desire to sit at the top of the hierarchy.” It was true, for the most part. Sure, there were some setbacks that were on his shoulders but J’ver knew S’kef wouldn’t have been able to pull off as much as he had without him. They may have schemed together but J’ver was the one getting his hands dirty with gathering blackmail and removing the competition.
“Don’t bother yourself with the colour of Rilaleeyth’s hide as that’s not important. Just know that I can be a very powerful ally… or foe. I prefer to keep you in my good books, however, since I sense potential in you and Sirbuth.” The boy knew nothing of their society and the dragon was barely out of his shell but time would change both of those things. J’ver would make sure their Weyrlingmaster didn’t cheap out on anything and he would see to it that J’zek received special training in the off hours to learn more about rankings and riders he should befriend and avoid.
Assuming the boy was smart enough to take up the offer to work together. If not, then he would be left to his own devices while J’ver focused on his other carefully chosen bronzeriders.