04.Nov.12, 01:44 PM
S'kef scolwed. The scowl wasn't aimed at his wingleader, a fact which he assumed R'nya would recognize. R'nya was a smart man and understood fine concepts like subtly, so surely the gesture wouldn't be missed. Instead, the scowl was aimed the unwanted but obviously important issue that had cropped up on his special day, when he was supposed to be basking in the glory of being a goldsire. He couldn't only imagined what was so sharding important.
He quickly accepted the paper and unfolded it, expecting some sort of unpleasant order or perhaps an ugly letter from some stupid, butthurt hater who couldn't handle the fact that the Weyr's most notorious brownrider was having a good evening.
Oh.
S'kef's face coiled in a sneer. "You're shitting me," he hissed, scanning over the paper again in visible horror. He wasn't a talkative man, but he was awfully expressive. He spat some other, unintelligible curse under his breath and thrust the paper at R'nya.
"Unbelievable," he said angrily. "Where did you get this?!" He naturally assumed R'nya was as disgusted as he was, as evidenced by R'nya's discomfort. Who, then, would target both of them? S'kef would murder them!
He quickly accepted the paper and unfolded it, expecting some sort of unpleasant order or perhaps an ugly letter from some stupid, butthurt hater who couldn't handle the fact that the Weyr's most notorious brownrider was having a good evening.
Oh.
S'kef's face coiled in a sneer. "You're shitting me," he hissed, scanning over the paper again in visible horror. He wasn't a talkative man, but he was awfully expressive. He spat some other, unintelligible curse under his breath and thrust the paper at R'nya.
"Unbelievable," he said angrily. "Where did you get this?!" He naturally assumed R'nya was as disgusted as he was, as evidenced by R'nya's discomfort. Who, then, would target both of them? S'kef would murder them!