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01.May.12, 12:42 AM
“Indeed,” J’ver wasn’t sure if that ‘we’ did in fact mean both men currently in the small room or if it was implied that the greenrider would be S’kef’s eyes and ears as always. Either way, he planned on carrying out the order as keeping the brownrider’s favour had many benefits and J’ver was simply curious about what certain people could get up to. “I’ll also take to better watching the failed Candidates for more runaways or rebels and even the Weyrlings since there are a few among them that are already getting into minor incidents with unruly dragonets.” That could turn into quite an issue if the young dragons weren’t controlled early on. They didn’t need rebellious Northern brats with dragons eager to stir trouble.
With that bit of news on B’jin to ensure S’kef’s opinion of him was still high, J’ver felt it was appropriate to bring about another tidbit of information he had found out and wondered about. “I heard you sent in a letter of resignation to the Weyrleader. Was that truly necessary?” Inspired by the gentle touch S’kef had given him minutes before, J’ver left his chair and returned to the bed, making himself at home by sitting on the edge beside the ailing man. He took one of the hands in his own, noting as he did how weak his protector and ticket to a lavish life was. The hand that was held had slapped him with force more than once and wielded a whip beautifully, both ways that showcased his power. J’ver refused to believe he would be speaking in past tense anytime soon as the brownrider was made of sterner stuff than that and if he had to be the one to find a way to heal the man, then he would. “I’ll assume the position will be graciously given back to you once you’re fully recovered?”
An idea hit the crafty greenrider then. Perhaps simple motivation was needed on top of the medicines and stubbornness already in play, “speaking of your recovery… I hope it’s soon. Rilaleeyth is due to fly soon and I’d hate for you to miss that.” He continued to hold S’kef’s hand in his own with the palm up as his free hand danced fingers lightly over the palm and up the arm to elbow and back down, “though perhaps R’nd or one of those other pretty little troublemaking blueriders will join the chase and keep me company in your stead.”
With that bit of news on B’jin to ensure S’kef’s opinion of him was still high, J’ver felt it was appropriate to bring about another tidbit of information he had found out and wondered about. “I heard you sent in a letter of resignation to the Weyrleader. Was that truly necessary?” Inspired by the gentle touch S’kef had given him minutes before, J’ver left his chair and returned to the bed, making himself at home by sitting on the edge beside the ailing man. He took one of the hands in his own, noting as he did how weak his protector and ticket to a lavish life was. The hand that was held had slapped him with force more than once and wielded a whip beautifully, both ways that showcased his power. J’ver refused to believe he would be speaking in past tense anytime soon as the brownrider was made of sterner stuff than that and if he had to be the one to find a way to heal the man, then he would. “I’ll assume the position will be graciously given back to you once you’re fully recovered?”
An idea hit the crafty greenrider then. Perhaps simple motivation was needed on top of the medicines and stubbornness already in play, “speaking of your recovery… I hope it’s soon. Rilaleeyth is due to fly soon and I’d hate for you to miss that.” He continued to hold S’kef’s hand in his own with the palm up as his free hand danced fingers lightly over the palm and up the arm to elbow and back down, “though perhaps R’nd or one of those other pretty little troublemaking blueriders will join the chase and keep me company in your stead.”
