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11.Sep.12, 04:41 PM
While dragonriders put into action the commands they'd been given, T'shiro's breath became a inward sigh to himself. Though the man's eyes did not soften on them, T'shiro found himself unable to blame those who returned looks of distaste. Not only did he typically abhor feeling as though he should be distinguished in any way beyond the rest of his fellow riders, but it was only natural for some to not want to acknowledge a change in leadership, even when there could be found respectable talent from many dragonriders. No, he could not fault others for being human in nature, but they would all have to adjust to the new wing assignments accordingly.
Likewise, T'shiro accepted the fact that he would have to work to earn the wing's respect; by the looks of it, he would possibly have to work harder than any of them to be able to fulfill such a tall order. Let it not be misconstrued however, that 'pleasing' others other than his superiors was in no way akin to garnering respect by them.
Before it was his turn to join in the activities, T'shiro considered how the wing was starting off. Their running, their pushups, their breathing, the looks in their eyes. Few had come here truly prepared. Indeed, they could have spent much more time warming up and stretching properly -heck grab a cup of klah while you're at it- but Thread did not wait for anyone or anything. Thread did not wait for stretches. Thread did not care if breakfast got cold. And what if Thread had come to them on this morning? Allowing the wing to struggle in this way now, was by far more effective in making them realize that if Threadfall came at this point in time, many dragonriders' lives would be wasted needlessly. That is something Katila could not afford.
As R'nya joined the exercises, T'shiro followed suit. Taking up a position only a pace or so away from where a couple of the sorry-looking greens had lined up for their exercises. Momentarily, the Bronzerider was on the ground doing push-ups before returning lightly to his feet, taking off at a run, remaining ever mindful of those around him.
Seeing his wingmates to pick themselves back up a few times as they stumbled, as he went, T'shiro began to recognize when they'd begun to reach their limits. Almost everyone had begun to tire. It was good to see that there were a few who hadn't quite yet reached that point.
When R'nya called for a cease in their activities, T'shiro joined him, standing beside the Winglead and a respectful step back of him at standard attention.
As the dragons took off to the skies, T'shiro didn't flinch to find out why; he'd told Crucluith to be ready for any orders from Xyreith and such a command would be the only reason Cru would take off without him -or at least without saying anything. Presently, there was no need for any more reason than that.
Likewise, T'shiro accepted the fact that he would have to work to earn the wing's respect; by the looks of it, he would possibly have to work harder than any of them to be able to fulfill such a tall order. Let it not be misconstrued however, that 'pleasing' others other than his superiors was in no way akin to garnering respect by them.
Before it was his turn to join in the activities, T'shiro considered how the wing was starting off. Their running, their pushups, their breathing, the looks in their eyes. Few had come here truly prepared. Indeed, they could have spent much more time warming up and stretching properly -heck grab a cup of klah while you're at it- but Thread did not wait for anyone or anything. Thread did not wait for stretches. Thread did not care if breakfast got cold. And what if Thread had come to them on this morning? Allowing the wing to struggle in this way now, was by far more effective in making them realize that if Threadfall came at this point in time, many dragonriders' lives would be wasted needlessly. That is something Katila could not afford.
As R'nya joined the exercises, T'shiro followed suit. Taking up a position only a pace or so away from where a couple of the sorry-looking greens had lined up for their exercises. Momentarily, the Bronzerider was on the ground doing push-ups before returning lightly to his feet, taking off at a run, remaining ever mindful of those around him.
Seeing his wingmates to pick themselves back up a few times as they stumbled, as he went, T'shiro began to recognize when they'd begun to reach their limits. Almost everyone had begun to tire. It was good to see that there were a few who hadn't quite yet reached that point.
When R'nya called for a cease in their activities, T'shiro joined him, standing beside the Winglead and a respectful step back of him at standard attention.
As the dragons took off to the skies, T'shiro didn't flinch to find out why; he'd told Crucluith to be ready for any orders from Xyreith and such a command would be the only reason Cru would take off without him -or at least without saying anything. Presently, there was no need for any more reason than that.
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[span style="background-color:#330000;"][color=#663333]Cruclith Speech[/color][/span]
