20.Mar.13, 08:15 PM
Rage.
It wasn't a feeling B'run was used to feeling but at S'kef's announcement that female rider's would be stripped of their honorific... A growl bubbled in his throat and he rose up from his seat. R'ana was as much a rider as he was. To have her... Mocked in such a fashion! To say that she was any less than him because she was a woman... He'd seen her. He'd known her. She cared for Shanith as he cared for Olemuth and the only difference was that he had a cock between his legs and she'd birthed their child. He didn't know why he felt so protective of her - Or the other greenriders or the women in general. It didn't make sense to him. But he was. Maybe it was because he cared about the woman herself. Maybe because his few friends were greenriders and woman. Yet here he was, a bronzerider... How strange things play out.
"Stripped of their honorific?" He called. Somewhere Olemuth bellowed a roar, feeling his rider's anger and vocalizing it as only a dragon could. B'run could feel the eyes turning on him. He could feel men scowling in his direction. He knew he wouldn't win himself any points with them. He didn't care. Maybe the fact that he was several cups into the evening had something to do with it. True enough, his words were slurred and he paused to shove his hair out of his face. "Why? Whats the point in that? They'd fly righ' 'longside us if'n Thread fell." He swayed slightly and promptly braced himself by widening his stance.
Do not start a fight you cannot win.
Only askin' questions, love. Ain't fair.
I'm letting Shanith know you're being stupid. She'll tell R'ana.
She won't be R'ana if I don' be stupid.
But still the man stood, as proud as he could when he was tipsy and distracted by speaking to Olemuth. The bronze was right, though. He was being an idiot. Calling the 'weyrleader' out in front of everyone? He was asking to be lashed or worse. But no one else had spoken up. Someone had to!
It wasn't a feeling B'run was used to feeling but at S'kef's announcement that female rider's would be stripped of their honorific... A growl bubbled in his throat and he rose up from his seat. R'ana was as much a rider as he was. To have her... Mocked in such a fashion! To say that she was any less than him because she was a woman... He'd seen her. He'd known her. She cared for Shanith as he cared for Olemuth and the only difference was that he had a cock between his legs and she'd birthed their child. He didn't know why he felt so protective of her - Or the other greenriders or the women in general. It didn't make sense to him. But he was. Maybe it was because he cared about the woman herself. Maybe because his few friends were greenriders and woman. Yet here he was, a bronzerider... How strange things play out.
"Stripped of their honorific?" He called. Somewhere Olemuth bellowed a roar, feeling his rider's anger and vocalizing it as only a dragon could. B'run could feel the eyes turning on him. He could feel men scowling in his direction. He knew he wouldn't win himself any points with them. He didn't care. Maybe the fact that he was several cups into the evening had something to do with it. True enough, his words were slurred and he paused to shove his hair out of his face. "Why? Whats the point in that? They'd fly righ' 'longside us if'n Thread fell." He swayed slightly and promptly braced himself by widening his stance.
Only askin' questions, love. Ain't fair.
She won't be R'ana if I don' be stupid.
But still the man stood, as proud as he could when he was tipsy and distracted by speaking to Olemuth. The bronze was right, though. He was being an idiot. Calling the 'weyrleader' out in front of everyone? He was asking to be lashed or worse. But no one else had spoken up. Someone had to!