10.Feb.13, 05:17 PM
“The people will be thrilled with that news. You should consider throwing together a special dinner in the Hall or even a relaxed gathering in the Square to show support for his recovering health,” J’ver didn’t care one way or the other for the man’s recovery given their history and how the bronzerider had done his best to knock them back down into the mud but he did know about good public relations and how such a gesture would increase the opinion the population had for S’kef. It wouldn’t erase all of their suspicions and negative comments but it would help ease some of the tension around the Weyr to show there was good blood between D’ren and S’kef. It would hopefully avoid an abundance of drama when the D’ren supporters tried to restore the frail man to power.
“My biggest concern with being rid of Tsuen is the options on gold aren’t that stellar. One nearly killed herself by being unable to keep a cut clean on her arm and lacks in fashion sense to boot. The other, from what the whispers say, still believes she’s married to the man left behind long ago in the North. The latter will be a fun challenge, I will grant you that. The former will be a headache.” J’ver shook his head as he thought over the young goldriders and the trouble they would be. Tsuen was a large pain in the rear as well and was the reason they were still South and now walking on eggshells in order to keep her from completely losing her hold on sanity. Was it just something gold dragons looked for in women? The crazier the better? Everyone would be infinitely better off if Rilaleeyth was a gold; or if Vixen was more than a simple flitter. No, pet. I adore you as you are. J’ver quickly soothed when the gentle green stirred and distress was felt. They had been together for most of his life but still any sign of unhappiness was taken to heart and Rilaleeyth was always quick to blame herself. I simply meant that the Weyr would be better controlled if S’kef and I were the actual figureheads. In truth, Tsuen didn’t have much power but D’ren had humoured her too much and the crazy woman believed she could boss everyone around, including the Weyrleader. That would change soon enough, J’ver knew. S’kef was a master at breaking people in and getting them to submit.
“Anyway,” J’ver began after watching Rilaleeyth flutter her wings out from behind the giant rock that was Tyrrisath and pull them back to her again to curl up content once more, “no one left back at the Weyr deserve so much attention given to them, even in thought, especially while we’re away for a bit.” It wasn’t that he was being a sappy romantic that hoped for his lover’s attention solely on him while at a lake during sunset. It was more the fact that J’ver believed attention should always be on him when someone was around him. He was far more interesting in every way than any woman despite her dragon or mental issues.
Vixen, however, also believed she was worthy of all the attention and took off from his shoulder, chittering loudly at both men. J’ver barely paid her much attention, already used to his precious little girl chiding S’kef when he didn’t offer up enough praise and affection that befit her rank. Today though seemed to be a simple warning to behave while she went off to explore and frolic. J’ver chuckled softly and on a whim took a step off in the direction Vixen had zipped off to. “Walk with me?” He wasn’t worried over Vixen getting lost or even dirty since she was a prim and proper lady that liked to be clean and presentable but J’ver didn’t feel like standing on the beach all evening watching the fading sun light reflect off the lake’s surface. At least Vixen could be an aesthetically pleasing distraction as they spoke. She was such a beautiful shade of gold!
“My biggest concern with being rid of Tsuen is the options on gold aren’t that stellar. One nearly killed herself by being unable to keep a cut clean on her arm and lacks in fashion sense to boot. The other, from what the whispers say, still believes she’s married to the man left behind long ago in the North. The latter will be a fun challenge, I will grant you that. The former will be a headache.” J’ver shook his head as he thought over the young goldriders and the trouble they would be. Tsuen was a large pain in the rear as well and was the reason they were still South and now walking on eggshells in order to keep her from completely losing her hold on sanity. Was it just something gold dragons looked for in women? The crazier the better? Everyone would be infinitely better off if Rilaleeyth was a gold; or if Vixen was more than a simple flitter. No, pet. I adore you as you are. J’ver quickly soothed when the gentle green stirred and distress was felt. They had been together for most of his life but still any sign of unhappiness was taken to heart and Rilaleeyth was always quick to blame herself. I simply meant that the Weyr would be better controlled if S’kef and I were the actual figureheads. In truth, Tsuen didn’t have much power but D’ren had humoured her too much and the crazy woman believed she could boss everyone around, including the Weyrleader. That would change soon enough, J’ver knew. S’kef was a master at breaking people in and getting them to submit.
“Anyway,” J’ver began after watching Rilaleeyth flutter her wings out from behind the giant rock that was Tyrrisath and pull them back to her again to curl up content once more, “no one left back at the Weyr deserve so much attention given to them, even in thought, especially while we’re away for a bit.” It wasn’t that he was being a sappy romantic that hoped for his lover’s attention solely on him while at a lake during sunset. It was more the fact that J’ver believed attention should always be on him when someone was around him. He was far more interesting in every way than any woman despite her dragon or mental issues.
Vixen, however, also believed she was worthy of all the attention and took off from his shoulder, chittering loudly at both men. J’ver barely paid her much attention, already used to his precious little girl chiding S’kef when he didn’t offer up enough praise and affection that befit her rank. Today though seemed to be a simple warning to behave while she went off to explore and frolic. J’ver chuckled softly and on a whim took a step off in the direction Vixen had zipped off to. “Walk with me?” He wasn’t worried over Vixen getting lost or even dirty since she was a prim and proper lady that liked to be clean and presentable but J’ver didn’t feel like standing on the beach all evening watching the fading sun light reflect off the lake’s surface. At least Vixen could be an aesthetically pleasing distraction as they spoke. She was such a beautiful shade of gold!