10.Feb.13, 01:52 AM
He sighed slowly and shifted a cautious gaze to her. "Tsuen doesn't want friends," he said, not to deter her but to warn her. "I don't know. She's paranoid, R'ana. She's convinced that everyone who approaches her means her harm, unless that person is me or E'lore." He frowned just slightly. "I don't want to tell you that it's impossible, but I would be careful. She's suspect you're trying to get close to her to use her," he said.
He wanted to feel bad for Tsuen on this count as well, but it was hard to. Tsuen's paranoia had caused misery for so many...she'd ruined lives of northerners and riders alike with her galling desire to stay in the south no matter what. D'ren lost patience for it long ago, but he said nothing about it to R'ana. She was a civilian as far as he was concerned, and if she wanted to continue to support the much-hated goldrider, let her. D'ren was glad to see that someone did, even if Tsuen didn't deserve anything she was given. She was, after all, a human.
"S'kef and M'bal," D'ren muttered, his distaste obvious. "Neither of them are to be trusted, you hear me?" His 'Weyrleader' voice, always brimming with disapproval and worry, didn't get much use these days. He could still hardly believe he'd been ousted, though it was pretty obvious that the decision was a right one. He'd been told that he could no longer risk stressing himself out or overexerting himself. Not only was his career as the Weyrleader over, but as a dragonrider as well!
"You're wise to stay away from politics," he said at length. "I always did when I was younger, but sometimes these things have a way of sweeping us up..."
He wanted to feel bad for Tsuen on this count as well, but it was hard to. Tsuen's paranoia had caused misery for so many...she'd ruined lives of northerners and riders alike with her galling desire to stay in the south no matter what. D'ren lost patience for it long ago, but he said nothing about it to R'ana. She was a civilian as far as he was concerned, and if she wanted to continue to support the much-hated goldrider, let her. D'ren was glad to see that someone did, even if Tsuen didn't deserve anything she was given. She was, after all, a human.
"S'kef and M'bal," D'ren muttered, his distaste obvious. "Neither of them are to be trusted, you hear me?" His 'Weyrleader' voice, always brimming with disapproval and worry, didn't get much use these days. He could still hardly believe he'd been ousted, though it was pretty obvious that the decision was a right one. He'd been told that he could no longer risk stressing himself out or overexerting himself. Not only was his career as the Weyrleader over, but as a dragonrider as well!
"You're wise to stay away from politics," he said at length. "I always did when I was younger, but sometimes these things have a way of sweeping us up..."