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03.May.12, 02:06 PM
S'kef nodded slowly. "I often worry about the northerners," he remarked. He didn't exactly feel bad for them, but he did empathize. If their places were reversed, he would be one of the dissatisfied ones for sure. He considered their situation a necessary sacrifice though, and like anyone else, he expected them to know their place. They needed to fall in line before maturing, otherwise the new generation would be uppity and just might leave the current one out in the cold; he and D'ren had talked extensively about this, the single greatest fear they both shared. There were other concerns, but the two men were very different and tended to concentrate their concerns on different things. That one, though? That one they shared.
S'kef had always kept this fear secret from J'ver, but he knew his pet wasn't stupid. J'ver may or may not have known that it worried S'kef, but he certainly knew it was a very real possibility.
He suppressed the desire to smile when J'ver sat beside him. The greenrider's hand closed around his, and in a display of pride, the brownrider squeezed as tightly as he could. His usual force was lamentably absent, but he put on the strongest showing he could. Just wait, J'ver. I'll return to you in full force soon enough the brownrider said to himself, more for his own benefit than anything else. So far, his only strategy was to tell himself that he was immortal until it happened to come true. Otherwise, he was just wasting away...
"The resignation?" The fever was clearly getting to him. He thought a moment and sighed. "Ah, yes..." he said. He hadn't been happy about writing that letter, but the idea of being a burden to the Weyrleader made him sick at his stomach. "It's for the Weyr's benefit, J'ver..." Was that a hint of depression in his tone? S'kef as vaguley aware of how much he relied on his job to keep himself out of trouble and away from his memories, but it wasn't the sort of thing he would admit to. Without purpose, though, he did feel distinctly empty.
"But it's not a full resignation. I requested leave until I recover," he explained, a bit of the strength returning to his voice as he tried to pump himself up again. It was convincing, or at least he hoped. He'd always had a knack for hiding his emotions, but this little tunnel snake beside him was clever. "Just consider us in between jobs, pet."
The comment about Rilaleeyth's caused S'kef to raise an eyebrow. "Well, should that happen," he said, voice dropping low once more, "then you will be left wanting, won't you? You honestly think some lesser rider could satisfy you more than me?" He laughed a little bit and slowly, ever so slowly, sat up.
It was amazingly uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to let his stupid body get in the way of what he wanted to do.
S'kef had always kept this fear secret from J'ver, but he knew his pet wasn't stupid. J'ver may or may not have known that it worried S'kef, but he certainly knew it was a very real possibility.
He suppressed the desire to smile when J'ver sat beside him. The greenrider's hand closed around his, and in a display of pride, the brownrider squeezed as tightly as he could. His usual force was lamentably absent, but he put on the strongest showing he could. Just wait, J'ver. I'll return to you in full force soon enough the brownrider said to himself, more for his own benefit than anything else. So far, his only strategy was to tell himself that he was immortal until it happened to come true. Otherwise, he was just wasting away...
"The resignation?" The fever was clearly getting to him. He thought a moment and sighed. "Ah, yes..." he said. He hadn't been happy about writing that letter, but the idea of being a burden to the Weyrleader made him sick at his stomach. "It's for the Weyr's benefit, J'ver..." Was that a hint of depression in his tone? S'kef as vaguley aware of how much he relied on his job to keep himself out of trouble and away from his memories, but it wasn't the sort of thing he would admit to. Without purpose, though, he did feel distinctly empty.
"But it's not a full resignation. I requested leave until I recover," he explained, a bit of the strength returning to his voice as he tried to pump himself up again. It was convincing, or at least he hoped. He'd always had a knack for hiding his emotions, but this little tunnel snake beside him was clever. "Just consider us in between jobs, pet."
The comment about Rilaleeyth's caused S'kef to raise an eyebrow. "Well, should that happen," he said, voice dropping low once more, "then you will be left wanting, won't you? You honestly think some lesser rider could satisfy you more than me?" He laughed a little bit and slowly, ever so slowly, sat up.
It was amazingly uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to let his stupid body get in the way of what he wanted to do.
