20.Jan.13, 04:31 PM
A'liran realized that he'd allowed his temper to boil over. It was hardly dignified, and he'd landed himself in trouble in the past by doing the very same thing. He would never forget the lashing he'd received after the hut burning, but rather than deter him as it was surely meant to, all it did was incite him to greater hatred. Thinking about it didn't make him think better, it only filled with a desire to not fuck up next time. He sneered, looking down accusingly at his plate as if it was the one at fault, before letting out a derisive snort.
"It would take a strong Weyrleader," he pointed out. "Goldriders don't lead rebellions. No one would follow them without a strong Weyrleader," he added, thinking with distaste on the current situation. S'kef was the 'acting' Weyrleader. A'liran could conceded that the man was strong, but he was also a monster..untrustworthy in A'liran's eyes. A'liran hated him as much as the others.
"M'bal should be Weyrleader," he finally said, taking his voice low for the first time, as if finally becoming conscious of how dangerous their conversation could be. "I would follow him. I think everyone would. We must cross out fingers when RLfemale01's queen rises for the first time," he grumbled. He hated to put it in these terms, to leave the fate of the Weyr in the hands of gold and bronzeriders. His position frustrated him, and he wanted nothing more than to make the right kind of difference without resorting to the wrong kind of tactics, but after turns of fighting, he was slowly starting to realize that it wasn't in his stars. Some greenriders, maybe...but Ali didn't have the right kind of friends, or the patience to act in such a way.
"It would take a strong Weyrleader," he pointed out. "Goldriders don't lead rebellions. No one would follow them without a strong Weyrleader," he added, thinking with distaste on the current situation. S'kef was the 'acting' Weyrleader. A'liran could conceded that the man was strong, but he was also a monster..untrustworthy in A'liran's eyes. A'liran hated him as much as the others.
"M'bal should be Weyrleader," he finally said, taking his voice low for the first time, as if finally becoming conscious of how dangerous their conversation could be. "I would follow him. I think everyone would. We must cross out fingers when RLfemale01's queen rises for the first time," he grumbled. He hated to put it in these terms, to leave the fate of the Weyr in the hands of gold and bronzeriders. His position frustrated him, and he wanted nothing more than to make the right kind of difference without resorting to the wrong kind of tactics, but after turns of fighting, he was slowly starting to realize that it wasn't in his stars. Some greenriders, maybe...but Ali didn't have the right kind of friends, or the patience to act in such a way.