16.May.12, 02:32 PM
They’re gone, you know Tyrrisath reminded idly as S’kef stepped into the Weyrfolk hall. This assignment had been eating away at the brownrider ever since his recovery. His lack of patience wasn’t the issue; S’kef could pretend to be patient for anything. He could grind his teeth and silently curse his way through anything. Screaming children were an annoyance, but it wasn’t their unruliness that plagued him.
Tyrrisath wasn’t sure what to do. S’kef’s emotions were muted with occasional spikes, almost always manifesting themselves as outbursts in some form of another. Tyrrisath was a moderating force, watching for those spikes and giving his rider the presence of mind to handle them and put himself back in line. This was something else, something grinding and self-perpetuating, something lurking just beneath the surface of his mind at all times.
Tyrrisath didn’t remember J’nira or the children, but S’kef did, and when S’kef remembered them, Tyrrisath silently wept for him.
I know they’re gone S’kef thought as he moved into the creche area. None of his shift-mates had arrived yet, thank Faranth. What a sharding unfortunate assignment. Normally he’d have been overjoyed for a chance to pass an unpleasant task with N’gelt and J’ver, two hos his favorites – and B’jin, the object of his distant desire, within eyeshot for a nice little sideshow. That only added to the problems, though. S’kef couldn’t bear the thought of any of them seeing him at his weakest.
So, with a disgrunted snort , he seated himself and began preperations for his usual game: pretending like nothing was bothering him. It had worked in his past two shifts. Perhaps his luck would continue.
Tyrrisath’s mind pressed against him, suppressing the flickering memories that so troubled the brownrider. S’kef found himself smiling just subtly, appreciative of the dragon’s silent touch.
You’re too good to me, you know that
That’s not true
Tyrrisath’s emotions warmed and a trace of mischief emerged. So, the dragon said, We left B’jin alone the past few days. I’m sure he is comfortable by now. Is today the day we strike?
S’kef laughed aloud. That sounds lovely…With J’ver and N’gelt here to help, as well! he thought. He was so amused by the notion that he hardly noticed how much one of the nearby children looked like his younger girl did when she was four turns old.
Tyrrisath wasn’t sure what to do. S’kef’s emotions were muted with occasional spikes, almost always manifesting themselves as outbursts in some form of another. Tyrrisath was a moderating force, watching for those spikes and giving his rider the presence of mind to handle them and put himself back in line. This was something else, something grinding and self-perpetuating, something lurking just beneath the surface of his mind at all times.
Tyrrisath didn’t remember J’nira or the children, but S’kef did, and when S’kef remembered them, Tyrrisath silently wept for him.
I know they’re gone S’kef thought as he moved into the creche area. None of his shift-mates had arrived yet, thank Faranth. What a sharding unfortunate assignment. Normally he’d have been overjoyed for a chance to pass an unpleasant task with N’gelt and J’ver, two hos his favorites – and B’jin, the object of his distant desire, within eyeshot for a nice little sideshow. That only added to the problems, though. S’kef couldn’t bear the thought of any of them seeing him at his weakest.
So, with a disgrunted snort , he seated himself and began preperations for his usual game: pretending like nothing was bothering him. It had worked in his past two shifts. Perhaps his luck would continue.
Tyrrisath’s mind pressed against him, suppressing the flickering memories that so troubled the brownrider. S’kef found himself smiling just subtly, appreciative of the dragon’s silent touch.
You’re too good to me, you know that
That’s not true
Tyrrisath’s emotions warmed and a trace of mischief emerged. So, the dragon said, We left B’jin alone the past few days. I’m sure he is comfortable by now. Is today the day we strike?
S’kef laughed aloud. That sounds lovely…With J’ver and N’gelt here to help, as well! he thought. He was so amused by the notion that he hardly noticed how much one of the nearby children looked like his younger girl did when she was four turns old.