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26.Jan.22, 11:15 AM
His food smelled good because it tasted good and that was because he knew how to use the right amount of spices and not overcook the meat. He wasn’t truly insulting the kitchen workers down in the dining cavern as he had a suspicion that cooking on a large scale as they did would be a hassle for controlling such things. Still, he was vain and gave only a small smirk at the compliment and was thankful that M’quel didn’t ask to be taught his secret ways. He was proud of cooking, having learned the skill from his mother and while he liked keeping her memory alive, D’hys also wasn’t a fan of teaching others in the kitchen. He repressed a shudder at the memory of B’jin trying to bake a cake and how close he’d come to strangling the greenrider.
M’quel’s reaction to his question earned one brow raising but he stayed silent as he ate some stew. It had to be serious if she could rile herself back up that quickly. But when the answer came, D’hys had to work hard not to sigh or roll his eyes. That was all? M’quel was a girl and a greenrider so it wasn’t like the bronzerider pointed out anything new but D’hys knew it was the tone and reasoning it was brought up that was the real issue. As a bluerider, he’d received some of that in his youth, especially given his father was a brownrider and everyone expected him to Impress brown as well.
But where to begin dissecting the current issue? “He does realise he’s at Fort Weyr and most of those trained in healing now are women, right?” It was a rhetorical question before taking another bite and then setting down his spoon. “Give me his name and I’ll have him sent to Telgar Weyr by the end of the week and he won’t have to worry about burns when he’s freezing his ass off.” M’quel could take it as a joke or a serious offer if she wanted to but D’hys would find out the kid’s name regardless and decide if he was the right fit for Fort.
“But he does bring up a point that is a lesson all greenriders and blueriders have to learn eventually. There will always be someone above us, Princess, and some of them will try to use us, destroy us, or simply look down on us. We don’t have to let that happen. We can fight back—with fists if that’s what you want and I’ll teach you to fight if you desire it, but words are just as effective.” D’hys grabbed a slice of bread and dipped it into his bowl, eating it in silence as he watched M’quel as his words sank in. If she only wanted to vent, he’d let her. If she was interested in fighting back in one way or another, he’d give her some valuable lessons. She already had more than enough tools in place to fight easily with words but needed the guidance to use them.
M’quel’s reaction to his question earned one brow raising but he stayed silent as he ate some stew. It had to be serious if she could rile herself back up that quickly. But when the answer came, D’hys had to work hard not to sigh or roll his eyes. That was all? M’quel was a girl and a greenrider so it wasn’t like the bronzerider pointed out anything new but D’hys knew it was the tone and reasoning it was brought up that was the real issue. As a bluerider, he’d received some of that in his youth, especially given his father was a brownrider and everyone expected him to Impress brown as well.
But where to begin dissecting the current issue? “He does realise he’s at Fort Weyr and most of those trained in healing now are women, right?” It was a rhetorical question before taking another bite and then setting down his spoon. “Give me his name and I’ll have him sent to Telgar Weyr by the end of the week and he won’t have to worry about burns when he’s freezing his ass off.” M’quel could take it as a joke or a serious offer if she wanted to but D’hys would find out the kid’s name regardless and decide if he was the right fit for Fort.
“But he does bring up a point that is a lesson all greenriders and blueriders have to learn eventually. There will always be someone above us, Princess, and some of them will try to use us, destroy us, or simply look down on us. We don’t have to let that happen. We can fight back—with fists if that’s what you want and I’ll teach you to fight if you desire it, but words are just as effective.” D’hys grabbed a slice of bread and dipped it into his bowl, eating it in silence as he watched M’quel as his words sank in. If she only wanted to vent, he’d let her. If she was interested in fighting back in one way or another, he’d give her some valuable lessons. She already had more than enough tools in place to fight easily with words but needed the guidance to use them.
