03.May.12, 02:25 PM
Well now, how cheeky.
If S'kef knew what was going through Erisi's mind - that he was a cut above others and deserved to be treated better than the average greenrider - the ailing man would have laughed. In S'kef's limited, pragmatic way of viewing the world, people like Erisi were just setting themselves up for the most fantastic failures.
And while he wasn't entertaining the thought right then, S'kef did know that Tyrrisath had a fondness for virgin greens. Charath would need to watch out when she got older.
Of course, none of this was important to the current conversation. S'kef just smiled, looking oddly calm and content in spite of his weakened state, and nodded his head with false politeness. "Of course," he commented lightly. He shifted his weight to the other leg. "Granted, there is some question as to whether or not you provoked him. N'gelt has a history of scraps, but he's never assaulted a weyrling before. You, however, have assaulted a dragonrider...N'gelt's Weyrmate, in fact. I'shan? Are you familiar with him?"
Pretty boy. Too bad he wasn't a green. S'kef would have liked a go at him, but he respected N'gelt too much to drift into that territory.
He waited smugly for an answer, but he was interrupted as Charath barged through. Her outstretched wing caught S'kef in his vulnerable legs, causing him to stagger and very nearly fall to the floor. He hissed a curse and clutched at the barrel, which wobbled dangerously as the brownrider tried to get his feet underneath himself again. His stomach heaved at the unwanted motion and he felt sweat springing up on his brow, just like that!
Vomit crept into his throat, but he swallowed it.
"My goodness," the brownrider hissed, quickly suppressing his outrage at the little green's audacity. He smiled hatefully at Erisi and nodded his head in subtle acknowledgement, going over possible responses and reminding himself not to lash out at the boy. As usual, Tyrrisath was there. The brown's silent presence reminded S'kef of his condition and how embarrassing it would be to get trashed by a disrespectful weyrling.
"You'd better learn to control your dragon," S'kef said with a carefully manufactured laugh. "I'd hate to have to report her unruly behavior to the Weyrling Master."
His expression darkened quite suddenly, the gleam in his eyes challenging Erisi to talk him out of it.
If S'kef knew what was going through Erisi's mind - that he was a cut above others and deserved to be treated better than the average greenrider - the ailing man would have laughed. In S'kef's limited, pragmatic way of viewing the world, people like Erisi were just setting themselves up for the most fantastic failures.
And while he wasn't entertaining the thought right then, S'kef did know that Tyrrisath had a fondness for virgin greens. Charath would need to watch out when she got older.
Of course, none of this was important to the current conversation. S'kef just smiled, looking oddly calm and content in spite of his weakened state, and nodded his head with false politeness. "Of course," he commented lightly. He shifted his weight to the other leg. "Granted, there is some question as to whether or not you provoked him. N'gelt has a history of scraps, but he's never assaulted a weyrling before. You, however, have assaulted a dragonrider...N'gelt's Weyrmate, in fact. I'shan? Are you familiar with him?"
Pretty boy. Too bad he wasn't a green. S'kef would have liked a go at him, but he respected N'gelt too much to drift into that territory.
He waited smugly for an answer, but he was interrupted as Charath barged through. Her outstretched wing caught S'kef in his vulnerable legs, causing him to stagger and very nearly fall to the floor. He hissed a curse and clutched at the barrel, which wobbled dangerously as the brownrider tried to get his feet underneath himself again. His stomach heaved at the unwanted motion and he felt sweat springing up on his brow, just like that!
Vomit crept into his throat, but he swallowed it.
"My goodness," the brownrider hissed, quickly suppressing his outrage at the little green's audacity. He smiled hatefully at Erisi and nodded his head in subtle acknowledgement, going over possible responses and reminding himself not to lash out at the boy. As usual, Tyrrisath was there. The brown's silent presence reminded S'kef of his condition and how embarrassing it would be to get trashed by a disrespectful weyrling.
"You'd better learn to control your dragon," S'kef said with a carefully manufactured laugh. "I'd hate to have to report her unruly behavior to the Weyrling Master."
His expression darkened quite suddenly, the gleam in his eyes challenging Erisi to talk him out of it.