16.Dec.12, 02:49 AM
People were sharding incompetent.
S'kef rounded the corner, leaving one of the chambers and the nervous tailor it contained. "But sir! Give me another chance!" the man called as S'kef departed.
"You had your chance," the brownrider replied, scolwing. Was it really so hard to get a sharding jacket made? Shards, he would just have J'ver do it! S'kef waved dismissively as the tailor tried to follow him. "Don't think that your
The young man obviously feared that he was in trouble, but S'kef had no such designs. It was amusing to see the kid sweat, but for now, a warning would suffice. If the kid was just incompetent, he'd know better than to screw up next time. If he was actually stupid enough to willfully do what he'd done, well...it was only one chance.
The brownrider slung the half-tattered coat over his shoulder and walked along. He was displeased, but it could be worse. Assuming Weyrleadership, however temporary, had already proven a pain in the ass. People were too cowardly to outwardly challenge him, but he faced little inconvenciences at every turn; the rabble's sublte little ways of jabbing back at him, it would seem.
Ripping the wrong seams out of his jacket? Just another day at work.
It was frustrating, but S'kef was neither surprised nor discouraged. He didn't mind a good fight, he just wished people had enough backbone to say what they meant! He shook his head as he rounded another corner, entering the next corridor, where he suddenly collided with a smaller man.
He had to check his anger. He was supposed to be on his best behavior for the public eye! Chewing people out wouldn't do, now would it? He sneered and looked down. Who the shards was this? Some weyrling?
"....Good day," S'kef said pleasantly. It was an act, and if the kid was smart he'd see right through it. Now that would be amusing.
S'kef rounded the corner, leaving one of the chambers and the nervous tailor it contained. "But sir! Give me another chance!" the man called as S'kef departed.
"You had your chance," the brownrider replied, scolwing. Was it really so hard to get a sharding jacket made? Shards, he would just have J'ver do it! S'kef waved dismissively as the tailor tried to follow him. "Don't think that your
The young man obviously feared that he was in trouble, but S'kef had no such designs. It was amusing to see the kid sweat, but for now, a warning would suffice. If the kid was just incompetent, he'd know better than to screw up next time. If he was actually stupid enough to willfully do what he'd done, well...it was only one chance.
The brownrider slung the half-tattered coat over his shoulder and walked along. He was displeased, but it could be worse. Assuming Weyrleadership, however temporary, had already proven a pain in the ass. People were too cowardly to outwardly challenge him, but he faced little inconvenciences at every turn; the rabble's sublte little ways of jabbing back at him, it would seem.
Ripping the wrong seams out of his jacket? Just another day at work.
It was frustrating, but S'kef was neither surprised nor discouraged. He didn't mind a good fight, he just wished people had enough backbone to say what they meant! He shook his head as he rounded another corner, entering the next corridor, where he suddenly collided with a smaller man.
He had to check his anger. He was supposed to be on his best behavior for the public eye! Chewing people out wouldn't do, now would it? He sneered and looked down. Who the shards was this? Some weyrling?
"....Good day," S'kef said pleasantly. It was an act, and if the kid was smart he'd see right through it. Now that would be amusing.