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10.Oct.12, 08:29 AM
R'nya neither commented on nor brought attention to his recognition of Talian's lack of comfort with him being in the office. The bronzerider gave a single nod of thanks as Talian agreed to assist him, watching with quiet calm as the young man moved about to get the things he needed in order to do so. Pale blue-grey eyes traced the young man's movements as he settled back at the desk, a slight frown creasing R'nya's forehead as he nodded at the introduction of the first bluerider.
It wasn't good, to hear of such medical conditioning in his wingriders, but R'nya was not surprised. In general, a dragonrider's lifestyle kept them much more fit and healthy than the average Pernese, and so kept issues such as blood pressure under control, as well as weight, diet, and physical abilities. That the Katilan population had lived such a relaxed lifestyle - as far as being a dragonrider was concerned - for the past decade spoke of how badly they needed to be put back into regular wing practices and exercises.
"I see." There was a hint of disapproval in R'nya's voice when he spoke, lips pursing into a flat line at the mentioning of the greenrider. More than a couple of his greenriders had particularly bad diets and he had already planned on personally making sure they pulled their acts together and ate better. It looked like he'd have to keep his eye on the women as well. While she may be the only one medically treated, R'nya wasn't above believing that such may be a common enough issue with the other women.
An eyebrow arched up R'nya's forehead, giving Talian a slightly sceptical look as he tried to figure out exactly how big a deal Greenrider B'jin's apparently 'untreatable' medical condition was. Delaying his recovery would prove bothersome if he were injured, but it would also depend upon the type of injury. R'nya pondered on that as he watched Talian prepare himself to speak of the next rider. The fear that came with bringing up S'kef wasn't at all missed, but it wasn't given undue attention either. S'kef was well known in some circles as sadistic and cruel. It was the kind of quiet talk that R'nya had taken turns to gather with any success. Being a wallflower had it's advantages and he enjoyed knowing things about his riders that they didn't know he knew. It kept him ahead of the game, and when your wing had ambition within it such as S'kef, M'bal and T'shiro, keeping ahead of the game was crucial if he wanted to be the best possible help to the Weyrleader in keeping them all securely under his thumb and in ranks the Weyrleader dictated they were to be retained within.
R'nya watched the file snap shut without blinking, pale gaze lifting to meet Talian's. "I do not believe so, Sir." He murmured thoughtfully, playing over the information he had been given. After a few more moments, R'nya's eyebrows lowered into a thoughtful frown, eyes seeking out Talian's gaze seconds later. When he saw nothing that would assist with unravelling the puzzle he was working on, R'nya decided to speak up. "Does his condition restrict first aid treatment?" He couldn't think of anything himself but the way the young man spoke belied a seriousness R'nya didn't quite understand being viable. Regardless, the Wingleader had no desire to attempt first aid and kill the man; greenriders were far too valuable. Never mind the Master's personal investment in the so named green.
It wasn't good, to hear of such medical conditioning in his wingriders, but R'nya was not surprised. In general, a dragonrider's lifestyle kept them much more fit and healthy than the average Pernese, and so kept issues such as blood pressure under control, as well as weight, diet, and physical abilities. That the Katilan population had lived such a relaxed lifestyle - as far as being a dragonrider was concerned - for the past decade spoke of how badly they needed to be put back into regular wing practices and exercises.
"I see." There was a hint of disapproval in R'nya's voice when he spoke, lips pursing into a flat line at the mentioning of the greenrider. More than a couple of his greenriders had particularly bad diets and he had already planned on personally making sure they pulled their acts together and ate better. It looked like he'd have to keep his eye on the women as well. While she may be the only one medically treated, R'nya wasn't above believing that such may be a common enough issue with the other women.
An eyebrow arched up R'nya's forehead, giving Talian a slightly sceptical look as he tried to figure out exactly how big a deal Greenrider B'jin's apparently 'untreatable' medical condition was. Delaying his recovery would prove bothersome if he were injured, but it would also depend upon the type of injury. R'nya pondered on that as he watched Talian prepare himself to speak of the next rider. The fear that came with bringing up S'kef wasn't at all missed, but it wasn't given undue attention either. S'kef was well known in some circles as sadistic and cruel. It was the kind of quiet talk that R'nya had taken turns to gather with any success. Being a wallflower had it's advantages and he enjoyed knowing things about his riders that they didn't know he knew. It kept him ahead of the game, and when your wing had ambition within it such as S'kef, M'bal and T'shiro, keeping ahead of the game was crucial if he wanted to be the best possible help to the Weyrleader in keeping them all securely under his thumb and in ranks the Weyrleader dictated they were to be retained within.
R'nya watched the file snap shut without blinking, pale gaze lifting to meet Talian's. "I do not believe so, Sir." He murmured thoughtfully, playing over the information he had been given. After a few more moments, R'nya's eyebrows lowered into a thoughtful frown, eyes seeking out Talian's gaze seconds later. When he saw nothing that would assist with unravelling the puzzle he was working on, R'nya decided to speak up. "Does his condition restrict first aid treatment?" He couldn't think of anything himself but the way the young man spoke belied a seriousness R'nya didn't quite understand being viable. Regardless, the Wingleader had no desire to attempt first aid and kill the man; greenriders were far too valuable. Never mind the Master's personal investment in the so named green.
