30.Dec.12, 05:53 AM
S'kef was pleased. He nodded approvingly as he looked over the sands, dark eyes moving between shattered remains of eggshells and the silhouettes of the former occupants. The clutch yielded neither gold nor bronze, but the dragonets appeared healthy and had good size on them. Any contributions to their numbers would help, but a gold or bronze would have boosted S'kef's legitimacy.
She's a baby queen Tyrrisath reminded him dryly. Do not linger on it.
S'kef smiled. It was a flat, twisted smirk. He enjoyed the sense of pride he got from watching his own dragon's clutch hatch and Impress. He felt even greater pride as he allowed those fresh Impressions to remind him of his own, so many turns ago. The little browns in particular were a delight, though he imagined J'ver would get the same tingling sentimentality from the greens.
The brownrider thought on it for only a few moments before snaking his arm around J'ver and giving him a squeeze. "Come, J'ver. Let's go back to bed," he said softly. He nodded a cordial goodnight to Jada before turning to head back to his hut. Tyrrisath loomed on the sidelines, waiting patiently for his rider's return. The dragon didn't bother to greet the new hatchlings, but S'kef was quite pleased to look over them as he walked by.
"My, what a handsome little blue you have," he said as he brushed past one of the new weyrlings. S'kef had made a point of playing friendly in the past sevendays, and while his act was convincing on a surface level, most of the Weyr knew it for what it was. As always, it remained important to play the part regardless. There was something pleasing about appearing so outwardly pleasant, leaving your opponents with no proof of your character when they chose to attack it.
With that in mind, S'kef did not spend long fraternizing with the weyrlings as he passed, but he did greet many of them in passing. His eyes lingered for a particularly long moment on the dazed healer and his new brown.
"That's a fine brown hatchling, B'jin," S'kef added as he brushed past the greenrider, his arm still loosely locked to that of his own greenrider. S'kef was quite proud of his accessory, and the smug expression on his face was unmistakable. "..Probably wasted on your whelp."
He chuckled lightly, as if it were a joke, then gave J'ver a light tug. "Come on," he said. "I'm tired."
She's a baby queen Tyrrisath reminded him dryly. Do not linger on it.
S'kef smiled. It was a flat, twisted smirk. He enjoyed the sense of pride he got from watching his own dragon's clutch hatch and Impress. He felt even greater pride as he allowed those fresh Impressions to remind him of his own, so many turns ago. The little browns in particular were a delight, though he imagined J'ver would get the same tingling sentimentality from the greens.
The brownrider thought on it for only a few moments before snaking his arm around J'ver and giving him a squeeze. "Come, J'ver. Let's go back to bed," he said softly. He nodded a cordial goodnight to Jada before turning to head back to his hut. Tyrrisath loomed on the sidelines, waiting patiently for his rider's return. The dragon didn't bother to greet the new hatchlings, but S'kef was quite pleased to look over them as he walked by.
"My, what a handsome little blue you have," he said as he brushed past one of the new weyrlings. S'kef had made a point of playing friendly in the past sevendays, and while his act was convincing on a surface level, most of the Weyr knew it for what it was. As always, it remained important to play the part regardless. There was something pleasing about appearing so outwardly pleasant, leaving your opponents with no proof of your character when they chose to attack it.
With that in mind, S'kef did not spend long fraternizing with the weyrlings as he passed, but he did greet many of them in passing. His eyes lingered for a particularly long moment on the dazed healer and his new brown.
"That's a fine brown hatchling, B'jin," S'kef added as he brushed past the greenrider, his arm still loosely locked to that of his own greenrider. S'kef was quite proud of his accessory, and the smug expression on his face was unmistakable. "..Probably wasted on your whelp."
He chuckled lightly, as if it were a joke, then gave J'ver a light tug. "Come on," he said. "I'm tired."