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09.Nov.12, 09:22 PM
R'nya was more amused than he would show at S'kef's reaction to his accusation. He enjoyed the fact that the brownrider had just proved that R'nya knew more about S'kef, than S'kef knew about him. It was the way the bronzerider preferred it, and he had been vastly displeased (not that he showed it) when his promotion to Wingleader had suddenly brought him into the line of vision of people he'd long ago noticed, that hadn't even known he existed when D'ren made his announcement. 'Who?' had been such a familiar word, leaving the lips of the Weyr community, and R'nya had found it amusing; right up until people began to connect his name with his face.
Unlike R'nya, who had never held rank in his life - he was young, barely out of Weyrlinghood when the plague struck - S'kef had been Weyrsecond; he had been someone R'nya knew about long before he came to the brownrider's attention. He was also someone that the rumour mill was happy to gossip about, usually in a fearful hush that in and of itself told R'nya quite a bit about the older dragonrider. He was intimidating, and unafraid to step on toes to get what he wanted, though he had a way of being polite and almost sweet about it that deflected notice from those that would be inclined to punish his methods. R'nya had been surprised when D'ren had opted to leave S'kef as a wingrider while promoting both himself and T'shiro - both untried and completely lacking knowledge in comparison to the brownrider.
R'nya nodded once as S'kef dropped the act for a moment, the man's blue eyes cold and calculating for a moment, thinking back on his own disagreements with other riders; he knew there were several bronzeriders that envied his position of Wingleader when they were older, more knowledgeable or more skilled (in their opinions, or legitimately) but he had difficulty picturing them stooping to such a level as what had been scrawled on the sheet of parchment. An eyebrow arched slightly as S'kef offered up a candidate for the blame, his lips twisting wryly as he allowed S'kef a glance of just how onto the ball he was with that statement. A moment later, the bronzerider's features cleared back to their neutral expression.
"Indeed." A frown flickered between his eyebrows for a moment as R'nya considered for a moment. "I believe he would follow a more direct method." Like challenging one of them; he was very much into the controlled physical confrontation and R'nya could picture that far more clearly than he could his second sitting down and writing out a rather detailed account of his wingleader being raped by one of his wingriders. Besides, "he would have had you being molested." He tapped the paper. T'shiro would have wanted to put S'kef in his place, not have him abuse a bronzerider, especially one of rank. R'nya shrugged.
Unlike R'nya, who had never held rank in his life - he was young, barely out of Weyrlinghood when the plague struck - S'kef had been Weyrsecond; he had been someone R'nya knew about long before he came to the brownrider's attention. He was also someone that the rumour mill was happy to gossip about, usually in a fearful hush that in and of itself told R'nya quite a bit about the older dragonrider. He was intimidating, and unafraid to step on toes to get what he wanted, though he had a way of being polite and almost sweet about it that deflected notice from those that would be inclined to punish his methods. R'nya had been surprised when D'ren had opted to leave S'kef as a wingrider while promoting both himself and T'shiro - both untried and completely lacking knowledge in comparison to the brownrider.
R'nya nodded once as S'kef dropped the act for a moment, the man's blue eyes cold and calculating for a moment, thinking back on his own disagreements with other riders; he knew there were several bronzeriders that envied his position of Wingleader when they were older, more knowledgeable or more skilled (in their opinions, or legitimately) but he had difficulty picturing them stooping to such a level as what had been scrawled on the sheet of parchment. An eyebrow arched slightly as S'kef offered up a candidate for the blame, his lips twisting wryly as he allowed S'kef a glance of just how onto the ball he was with that statement. A moment later, the bronzerider's features cleared back to their neutral expression.
"Indeed." A frown flickered between his eyebrows for a moment as R'nya considered for a moment. "I believe he would follow a more direct method." Like challenging one of them; he was very much into the controlled physical confrontation and R'nya could picture that far more clearly than he could his second sitting down and writing out a rather detailed account of his wingleader being raped by one of his wingriders. Besides, "he would have had you being molested." He tapped the paper. T'shiro would have wanted to put S'kef in his place, not have him abuse a bronzerider, especially one of rank. R'nya shrugged.
