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13.Sep.12, 02:08 AM
J’ver wasn’t in the best of conditions by the time the order came to cease torturing themselves. By the time he had hit the ground to start the second set of push-ups, the greenrider was ready to lie there and not get up. He didn’t give in, however, knowing he had more to prove as a greenrider but he also didn’t want to disappoint S’kef again. He pushed through somehow, on thin shaking arms before continuing into the running again. He finished near the end and suspected a good chunk of the wing had lapped him at some point but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t fallen to his knees in a pitiful display of weakness though he currently wasn’t sure if he was breathing given how it hurt when he attempted to and his vision spun a bit.
“I know,” J’ver whispered to S’kef’s quietly spoken praise that earned a faint smile that exhaustion quickly wiped away. He straightened at R’nya’s call and S’kef walking away and J’ver did his best to look like he wasn’t stumbling with each forced step to join the rest. J’ver didn’t see the point in asking if they should remove the flight straps. They were at a wing practice. What sharding good would it do to either show up without straps or to take them off every time they dismounted for a jog or a piss? He barely contained the eye roll that wanted to be set free but thankfully his still ragged breathing helped keep his focus on other things.
He couldn’t say he was too fond in the way they were being insulted by a man that couldn’t directly speak his instructions to earlier but let his eager to please lackey jump right in. Show initiative? How were they to do that when they were to obey their leaders and become one group of one mind and goal? If anything, T’shiro should have been blamed for following his own directions too literally without having them all do some light warm-ups. He couldn’t recall seeing R’nya or T’shiro doing so either. If nothing else, they were leading by example and showed warming-up wasn’t needed and the wing was all good boys – why were there girls in the wing? Send them back to the crèche – that trusted their leaders implicitly.
His icy gaze turned for a moment from R’nya to see what the dragons were up to as they began to take off. He was proud of the form Rilaleeyth had held during his work-out and enjoyed her light encouragement as he went. She was always a steady companion and perhaps his biggest champion though S’kef’s praise always lifted him that much more. His bright green took off with an easy grace and easily took up her place in the formation, mindful of those around her. She would do well, for now, J’ver knew though he suspected once the dragon’s true training began, Rilaleeyth would be flown ragged and her timid nature would kick in all the more while the bronzes yelled at her. They would deal with that later, he supposed, and let his attention drift back to R’nya for the bronzerider to pose a question.
How did he plan to improve the function of the wing? That was easy; new leadership. R’nya was going to have his hands full considering a few of the greens and blues he was overseeing and so far. While he sounded strong with his pretty words, J’ver didn’t think the man would actually be able to handle the pressure. B’jin alone would be enough to break even D’ren with his selfish ways, not to mention how unfit the man clearly was and that was saying something coming from J’ver, also sweating far too much and panting. How he hated physical labour!
“I know,” J’ver whispered to S’kef’s quietly spoken praise that earned a faint smile that exhaustion quickly wiped away. He straightened at R’nya’s call and S’kef walking away and J’ver did his best to look like he wasn’t stumbling with each forced step to join the rest. J’ver didn’t see the point in asking if they should remove the flight straps. They were at a wing practice. What sharding good would it do to either show up without straps or to take them off every time they dismounted for a jog or a piss? He barely contained the eye roll that wanted to be set free but thankfully his still ragged breathing helped keep his focus on other things.
He couldn’t say he was too fond in the way they were being insulted by a man that couldn’t directly speak his instructions to earlier but let his eager to please lackey jump right in. Show initiative? How were they to do that when they were to obey their leaders and become one group of one mind and goal? If anything, T’shiro should have been blamed for following his own directions too literally without having them all do some light warm-ups. He couldn’t recall seeing R’nya or T’shiro doing so either. If nothing else, they were leading by example and showed warming-up wasn’t needed and the wing was all good boys – why were there girls in the wing? Send them back to the crèche – that trusted their leaders implicitly.
His icy gaze turned for a moment from R’nya to see what the dragons were up to as they began to take off. He was proud of the form Rilaleeyth had held during his work-out and enjoyed her light encouragement as he went. She was always a steady companion and perhaps his biggest champion though S’kef’s praise always lifted him that much more. His bright green took off with an easy grace and easily took up her place in the formation, mindful of those around her. She would do well, for now, J’ver knew though he suspected once the dragon’s true training began, Rilaleeyth would be flown ragged and her timid nature would kick in all the more while the bronzes yelled at her. They would deal with that later, he supposed, and let his attention drift back to R’nya for the bronzerider to pose a question.
How did he plan to improve the function of the wing? That was easy; new leadership. R’nya was going to have his hands full considering a few of the greens and blues he was overseeing and so far. While he sounded strong with his pretty words, J’ver didn’t think the man would actually be able to handle the pressure. B’jin alone would be enough to break even D’ren with his selfish ways, not to mention how unfit the man clearly was and that was saying something coming from J’ver, also sweating far too much and panting. How he hated physical labour!
