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02.Oct.12, 06:45 AM
R'nya was an interesting Wingleader, all right. S'kef liked the man's personality and presence, but the methods he employed were...bizzare.
At first, the implementation of children's games annoyed S'kef to no end. He was a grown man! His pessimism led him to believe that R'nya was mocking them for their ineptitude. Had they all performed that poorly on their assessments? Was this R'nya's way of coping with the fact that his wing was full of fuckwits? Of course, S'kef had once been in a leadership position himself. After a bit of thought, he came to suspect the games were R'nya's way of trying to foster some sort of community or team spirit in his wing.
Eh. S'kef didn't like it, but he muddled through it just the same. He was trying to be the perfect wingrider, after all. He smiled his way through the games, quiet and attentive but never exactly enthusiastic. He understood R'nya's motivations and had to concede that it was working for many of them, but it was still a bit on the humiliating side.
Oh well. It was a good distraction for a man who had a lot on his mind, and it was preferable to being barked at by some dipshit bronze wingsecond, too. S'kef played along, but he didn't feel any closer to his wingmates because of it. He could see many of the playful blue and greenriders becoming comfortable with their peers over the course of a couple practices, but S'kef just wasn't interested. The method just didn't work for him, but he was careful to pretend like it did. He smiled, careful to seem pleased without being unconvincingly enthusiastic, though occasionally the games did draw a genuine laugh out of him, especially when he found himself paired with J'ver.
Today, S'kef was in an anxious and notably foul mood. He paced on the field. Tyrrisath was even more distant than usual, his mind wandering to something far away. S'kef respected his dragon's privacy too much to go trawling for it, but something about it tickled his sense of anticipation.
Tyr. Where are J'ver and Rilaleeyth?
Leave me alone
Well, fine then. S'kef glowered and kicked the grass. He felt clingy today and wondered if he would be able to resist the desire to embrace his greenrider when he finally arrived. Where was J'ver? Why was S'kef feeling so damned impatient about it? The brownrider frowned.
He was also aware of Tyrrisath's magnificent levels of not giving a damn about him as he ambled off. Larrikith appeared, and she seemed awfully displeased about something. Tyrrisath was much more interested in her than in his confused, sulking rider. The brown watched the exchange between her and her rider with interest, nostrils flaring.
Yes Tyrrisath decided out loud, after some careful thought. His sweet Rilaleeyth would just have to forgive him. He edged up beside Larrikith, intentionally looming far too close to B'jin, for he knew he unnerved the greenrider and he expected that would amuse both Larrikith and his own bonded.
Tyrrisath's head snaked close. He sniffed her. S'kef's eyebrow raised.
Tyr?
At first, the implementation of children's games annoyed S'kef to no end. He was a grown man! His pessimism led him to believe that R'nya was mocking them for their ineptitude. Had they all performed that poorly on their assessments? Was this R'nya's way of coping with the fact that his wing was full of fuckwits? Of course, S'kef had once been in a leadership position himself. After a bit of thought, he came to suspect the games were R'nya's way of trying to foster some sort of community or team spirit in his wing.
Eh. S'kef didn't like it, but he muddled through it just the same. He was trying to be the perfect wingrider, after all. He smiled his way through the games, quiet and attentive but never exactly enthusiastic. He understood R'nya's motivations and had to concede that it was working for many of them, but it was still a bit on the humiliating side.
Oh well. It was a good distraction for a man who had a lot on his mind, and it was preferable to being barked at by some dipshit bronze wingsecond, too. S'kef played along, but he didn't feel any closer to his wingmates because of it. He could see many of the playful blue and greenriders becoming comfortable with their peers over the course of a couple practices, but S'kef just wasn't interested. The method just didn't work for him, but he was careful to pretend like it did. He smiled, careful to seem pleased without being unconvincingly enthusiastic, though occasionally the games did draw a genuine laugh out of him, especially when he found himself paired with J'ver.
Today, S'kef was in an anxious and notably foul mood. He paced on the field. Tyrrisath was even more distant than usual, his mind wandering to something far away. S'kef respected his dragon's privacy too much to go trawling for it, but something about it tickled his sense of anticipation.
Tyr. Where are J'ver and Rilaleeyth?
Leave me alone
Well, fine then. S'kef glowered and kicked the grass. He felt clingy today and wondered if he would be able to resist the desire to embrace his greenrider when he finally arrived. Where was J'ver? Why was S'kef feeling so damned impatient about it? The brownrider frowned.
He was also aware of Tyrrisath's magnificent levels of not giving a damn about him as he ambled off. Larrikith appeared, and she seemed awfully displeased about something. Tyrrisath was much more interested in her than in his confused, sulking rider. The brown watched the exchange between her and her rider with interest, nostrils flaring.
Yes Tyrrisath decided out loud, after some careful thought. His sweet Rilaleeyth would just have to forgive him. He edged up beside Larrikith, intentionally looming far too close to B'jin, for he knew he unnerved the greenrider and he expected that would amuse both Larrikith and his own bonded.
Tyrrisath's head snaked close. He sniffed her. S'kef's eyebrow raised.
Tyr?
