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03.Dec.12, 02:48 AM
As the bellowing hit him, J’ver almost dropped his glass of juice – he didn’t drink alcohol regularly despite the dignified and refined image he maintained that would suggest he was a wine snob. That annoyed him as the red liquid would have stained his clothing and there was quite possibly nothing worse than that in life. Luckily he had just been setting it down and easily caught the glass to hold it upright once more. Still, the screaming in his head was enough to give him a headache and Rilaleeyth’s shriek of surprise and soft trembling mutterings he couldn’t make out helped not at all. It was interesting news though so J’ver supposed he would allow for the distress that was making him twitchy. If one was to believe the dumb beast, it sounded like D’ren was in danger of dying.
Served the man right for what he had done to S’kef and him. J’ver was close to smirking but the knowledge that so many people adored their so-called kind Weyrleader kept him from doing so. Ronarth hitting a new octave in his promises of killing someone that made J’ver wince in pain and Rilaleeyth vanish between only to reappear up on the ledge she favoured certainly helped keep the joy out of his expression as well. It was a bit disconcerting that the gentle giant was ready to murder and J’ver felt sorry for whoever ended up in Ronarth’s path, though it couldn’t be a very long path. With a dragon making such a scene, it was sure to be minutes before they had blissful silence once more as the dragon winked between and the death keen started. That would be another annoying sound but one that J’ver didn’t think he’d mind nearly as much.
Be calm, pet. All will be well and Ronarth will not bring harm to us. Why would he? J’ver attempted to soothe his green beauty. Rilaleeyth was essentially the only one in his life that deserved such care, devotion, and attention. He was rather cold-hearted, it was true, but no one and nothing got between a man and his dragon. It will be over soon. Why don’t you find Tyrrisath or even Aveleth to sit with? He doubted the nervous blue would be much help since his temperament matched Rilaleeyth’s so well but both males brought happiness to his girl and J’ver wanted her to calm down. Ronarth wouldn’t hurt her!
J’ver allowed S’kef to take his hand under the table and sent his mate a knowing look. They were doing their best to show everyone they were indeed a pair but they still kept a lot of gestures to themselves. No need to feed the peasants too many juicy morsels. Speaking of juicy morsels, J’ver did his best to continue eating, plucking up a vegetable and popping it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he watched everyone around them. It was fascinating to see how people reacted in a crisis. One in particular caught his attention and he was close to pointing her out when he recalled her details. One of the females slated as potential gold bait seemed worried, afraid, confused, all the usual emotions of a girl and no doubt S’kef could use it to his advantage and start collecting the potential goldriders among the actual ones. But he chose not to. If Rhaedalyn came to them, then he knew S’kef would put on the charm, but to have him go to her might seem odd and odd actions were not something one wanted to do during such a commotion surrounding the Weyrleader’s health.
Served the man right for what he had done to S’kef and him. J’ver was close to smirking but the knowledge that so many people adored their so-called kind Weyrleader kept him from doing so. Ronarth hitting a new octave in his promises of killing someone that made J’ver wince in pain and Rilaleeyth vanish between only to reappear up on the ledge she favoured certainly helped keep the joy out of his expression as well. It was a bit disconcerting that the gentle giant was ready to murder and J’ver felt sorry for whoever ended up in Ronarth’s path, though it couldn’t be a very long path. With a dragon making such a scene, it was sure to be minutes before they had blissful silence once more as the dragon winked between and the death keen started. That would be another annoying sound but one that J’ver didn’t think he’d mind nearly as much.
Be calm, pet. All will be well and Ronarth will not bring harm to us. Why would he? J’ver attempted to soothe his green beauty. Rilaleeyth was essentially the only one in his life that deserved such care, devotion, and attention. He was rather cold-hearted, it was true, but no one and nothing got between a man and his dragon. It will be over soon. Why don’t you find Tyrrisath or even Aveleth to sit with? He doubted the nervous blue would be much help since his temperament matched Rilaleeyth’s so well but both males brought happiness to his girl and J’ver wanted her to calm down. Ronarth wouldn’t hurt her!
J’ver allowed S’kef to take his hand under the table and sent his mate a knowing look. They were doing their best to show everyone they were indeed a pair but they still kept a lot of gestures to themselves. No need to feed the peasants too many juicy morsels. Speaking of juicy morsels, J’ver did his best to continue eating, plucking up a vegetable and popping it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he watched everyone around them. It was fascinating to see how people reacted in a crisis. One in particular caught his attention and he was close to pointing her out when he recalled her details. One of the females slated as potential gold bait seemed worried, afraid, confused, all the usual emotions of a girl and no doubt S’kef could use it to his advantage and start collecting the potential goldriders among the actual ones. But he chose not to. If Rhaedalyn came to them, then he knew S’kef would put on the charm, but to have him go to her might seem odd and odd actions were not something one wanted to do during such a commotion surrounding the Weyrleader’s health.
