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20.Mar.13, 08:41 AM
Holy shit, seriously?
S'kef's casual observation of the touching turned into something much more seriously in the blink of an eye. He hadn't even wanted to show up. It wasn't his clutch, so who cared? But J'ver made a proper point about appearances and S'kef made a point of taking some time out of his schedule to stop by. He had only just crept in when he witnessed the altercation across the sands, and he couldn't have been more displeased.
It looked like some loud-mouthed boy had provoke that insufferable little wench Indivara. The girl responded by swiftly proving just how unladylike she was. At least she had a decent hook, and at least the boy seemed chivalrous enough to not hit her back...what a pair of fucking idiot kids.
"Unacceptable," he growled simply as he approached, reaching out to snatch Indivara's arm and spin her towards him. While normally he'd have reached for his whip, this time he unconsciously opted for a simpler method: he curled his fist and swung at her, consciously aiming for the little hussy's jaw instead of her nose. As much as he would enjoy putting the bitch on her ass, he probably didn't need to demolish her face. He probably would have, were Tyrrusath not insistently whispering to him about his reputation.
Not that anyone would care. A woman putting herself in a man's place like that? She was asking for it.
"You call yourself weyrbred?" S'kef asked harshly, looking at her as if she were the most pathetic piece of scum he'd ever seen. "And yet you act this way? You are a disgrace, with your shameful behavior and your obvious immaturity," he said coldly, his words slow and pointed. He realized then that he'd probably hit her harder than he meant to, but who cared? The ugly little bitch needed to learn some manners. Were he not tending to his own reputation, he might have said as much. She wasn't worth his insults, though. Just a misbehaving child.
"You are a representative of Katila. Of all the hard work and suffering that the plague survivors endured to bring you into this world. As you stand, you are an insult to dragonriders, and you will remain so until you act your age and learn your place," he said dispassionately. She was young, so he would give her the benefit of the doubt...One mistake. She was allowed one mistake. He didn't feel like he had to say it out loud, either. He was no old softie like D'ren...If she didn't get the message this time, she wouldn't get another chance.
"Both of you need medical attention," he said, motioning impatiently for them to leave. "Tyrrisath has called a healer to tend to you both. Go to the hall, now." He reached idly for his whip, daring them to argue. "Get out of my sight."
Stupid kids.
S'kef's casual observation of the touching turned into something much more seriously in the blink of an eye. He hadn't even wanted to show up. It wasn't his clutch, so who cared? But J'ver made a proper point about appearances and S'kef made a point of taking some time out of his schedule to stop by. He had only just crept in when he witnessed the altercation across the sands, and he couldn't have been more displeased.
It looked like some loud-mouthed boy had provoke that insufferable little wench Indivara. The girl responded by swiftly proving just how unladylike she was. At least she had a decent hook, and at least the boy seemed chivalrous enough to not hit her back...what a pair of fucking idiot kids.
"Unacceptable," he growled simply as he approached, reaching out to snatch Indivara's arm and spin her towards him. While normally he'd have reached for his whip, this time he unconsciously opted for a simpler method: he curled his fist and swung at her, consciously aiming for the little hussy's jaw instead of her nose. As much as he would enjoy putting the bitch on her ass, he probably didn't need to demolish her face. He probably would have, were Tyrrusath not insistently whispering to him about his reputation.
Not that anyone would care. A woman putting herself in a man's place like that? She was asking for it.
"You call yourself weyrbred?" S'kef asked harshly, looking at her as if she were the most pathetic piece of scum he'd ever seen. "And yet you act this way? You are a disgrace, with your shameful behavior and your obvious immaturity," he said coldly, his words slow and pointed. He realized then that he'd probably hit her harder than he meant to, but who cared? The ugly little bitch needed to learn some manners. Were he not tending to his own reputation, he might have said as much. She wasn't worth his insults, though. Just a misbehaving child.
"You are a representative of Katila. Of all the hard work and suffering that the plague survivors endured to bring you into this world. As you stand, you are an insult to dragonriders, and you will remain so until you act your age and learn your place," he said dispassionately. She was young, so he would give her the benefit of the doubt...One mistake. She was allowed one mistake. He didn't feel like he had to say it out loud, either. He was no old softie like D'ren...If she didn't get the message this time, she wouldn't get another chance.
"Both of you need medical attention," he said, motioning impatiently for them to leave. "Tyrrisath has called a healer to tend to you both. Go to the hall, now." He reached idly for his whip, daring them to argue. "Get out of my sight."
Stupid kids.
