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11.Dec.12, 06:42 PM
S'kef didn't spent his first hours of Weyrleadership sorting through paperwork of pursuing faceless enemies. He didn't waste them with Tsuen or spend them reflecting on the trials ahead. The brownrider had spent far too long waiting for this day, the time when he would finally receive the acknowledgement and status he deserved, to waste those precious opening hours on something petty and forgettable. Let the Weyr writhe for a while as the news sank in! Let the gossip fly. S'kef had priorities, and those priorities had nothing to do these these fools and their flailing.
Instead, S'kef spent that time going through the last of his things and situating himself in his new home. His old hut, while sturdy and serviceable, was being discarded in favor of moving in with his mate. The agreement had been made some time ago, but S'kef had been too busy to initiate it until recently. Now, with all this Weyrleader almost dying business, S'kef hadn't had time to complete the move. In the aftermath of his speech, S'kef dedicated some of his time to completing the move while he let the changes in his life sink in.
He closed his last box, smiling pleasantly as he made a sweeping glance around the room. It was empty now, aside from some shabby furniture which he had decided to leave for the next poor sod who moved in. It would almost certainly be one of the next weyrlings. He didn't much care. He'd also left behind some of his less-important possessions, including quite a few of the things he'd brought from the north.
Why would he want them? All they reminded him of was his old weyrmate and their children, none of whom mattered any longer. The useless woman had been replaced by a much more worthy partner, and the girls....they were ancient history. They had probably been adopted, or perhaps ended up in a craft hall. It didn't matter. They were gone. They were gone, and J'nira was too weak to face an uncertain future in light of hardship.
It was best to leave her behind. S'kef would have been lying if he claimed to shed a tear or even spare a thought as he closed the door for the last time, leaving the posessions they'd owned together behind in a final act of detachment. The dead should remain dead; the living were far, far more important.
S'kef's mind shifted to the tasks ahead. He packed his last few boxes onto Tyrrisath and mounted the dragon, giving him a reassuring caress before silently ordering him to take them home. The dragon obeyed, blinking between and taking them to J'ver's hut.
It was nicer than their own, larger and better kept. S'kef hadn't exactly been delicate when he came in and first started depositing his things about, but he didn't own much and brought even less of it with him. J'ver had quickly straightened things out in that womanly way of his, so to S'kef's eyes, all was good. He quickly took his things inside. He tossed them down by the door, trusting J'ver would take care of it upon coming home like the good boy that he was.
S'kef slowly closed the door behind him and looked around the immaculate room. It was so different from anything he would keep on his own. It was neat and orderly, with the sort of gentle touch that one might have expected from a female occupant. J'ver's handsome little garden outside and his tasteful decor made it inviting, though S'kef sometimes found himself feeling anxious that he might destroy something with his less-than-elegant presence. It was actually probably a little much, but he loved J'ver too much to demand he change it. Much like the clothing issue, S'kef was willing to tolerate it to between and back if it kept his greenrider happy.
It was strange, though, to think of it as home. But it was awfully appropriate. Things were going to be different now.
S'kef's eyes moved to a stack of paperwork sitting on the table. It was mostly statements dealing with the change in power. It was all formal and unnecessary, and shards, it could wait. Some things were more important than bureaucracy.
S'kef had cleared his schedule for the afternoon, planning on meeting with the healers before the evening meal and afterwards talking with Tsuen about the investigation. He had hours to his own, and only one thing on his mind. He wandered into the kitchen and started some tea before moving into the bedroom, where he carefully adjusted the straps on the bed.
Tell me when J'ver starts this way he requested, knowing that Tyrrisath would reply. S'kef had promised to make J'ver a Queen. Today, the greenrider would get his wish. It was only the beginning.
Instead, S'kef spent that time going through the last of his things and situating himself in his new home. His old hut, while sturdy and serviceable, was being discarded in favor of moving in with his mate. The agreement had been made some time ago, but S'kef had been too busy to initiate it until recently. Now, with all this Weyrleader almost dying business, S'kef hadn't had time to complete the move. In the aftermath of his speech, S'kef dedicated some of his time to completing the move while he let the changes in his life sink in.
He closed his last box, smiling pleasantly as he made a sweeping glance around the room. It was empty now, aside from some shabby furniture which he had decided to leave for the next poor sod who moved in. It would almost certainly be one of the next weyrlings. He didn't much care. He'd also left behind some of his less-important possessions, including quite a few of the things he'd brought from the north.
Why would he want them? All they reminded him of was his old weyrmate and their children, none of whom mattered any longer. The useless woman had been replaced by a much more worthy partner, and the girls....they were ancient history. They had probably been adopted, or perhaps ended up in a craft hall. It didn't matter. They were gone. They were gone, and J'nira was too weak to face an uncertain future in light of hardship.
It was best to leave her behind. S'kef would have been lying if he claimed to shed a tear or even spare a thought as he closed the door for the last time, leaving the posessions they'd owned together behind in a final act of detachment. The dead should remain dead; the living were far, far more important.
S'kef's mind shifted to the tasks ahead. He packed his last few boxes onto Tyrrisath and mounted the dragon, giving him a reassuring caress before silently ordering him to take them home. The dragon obeyed, blinking between and taking them to J'ver's hut.
It was nicer than their own, larger and better kept. S'kef hadn't exactly been delicate when he came in and first started depositing his things about, but he didn't own much and brought even less of it with him. J'ver had quickly straightened things out in that womanly way of his, so to S'kef's eyes, all was good. He quickly took his things inside. He tossed them down by the door, trusting J'ver would take care of it upon coming home like the good boy that he was.
S'kef slowly closed the door behind him and looked around the immaculate room. It was so different from anything he would keep on his own. It was neat and orderly, with the sort of gentle touch that one might have expected from a female occupant. J'ver's handsome little garden outside and his tasteful decor made it inviting, though S'kef sometimes found himself feeling anxious that he might destroy something with his less-than-elegant presence. It was actually probably a little much, but he loved J'ver too much to demand he change it. Much like the clothing issue, S'kef was willing to tolerate it to between and back if it kept his greenrider happy.
It was strange, though, to think of it as home. But it was awfully appropriate. Things were going to be different now.
S'kef's eyes moved to a stack of paperwork sitting on the table. It was mostly statements dealing with the change in power. It was all formal and unnecessary, and shards, it could wait. Some things were more important than bureaucracy.
S'kef had cleared his schedule for the afternoon, planning on meeting with the healers before the evening meal and afterwards talking with Tsuen about the investigation. He had hours to his own, and only one thing on his mind. He wandered into the kitchen and started some tea before moving into the bedroom, where he carefully adjusted the straps on the bed.
Tell me when J'ver starts this way he requested, knowing that Tyrrisath would reply. S'kef had promised to make J'ver a Queen. Today, the greenrider would get his wish. It was only the beginning.
