21.Mar.13, 08:00 AM
R’nya was standing off to the side, where most of his gold candidate friends were collected, listening idly to Kahleena giggle about how exciting it was and her own dreamy sighs about graduating. The bronzerider wasn’t particularly paying any attention to them, though he nodded when required by their questions and arched his eyebrow at all the right times. They were remarkably easy to appease, while not paying a lick of attention. That thought amused Xyreith, who spat out several cruel comments that made R’nya inclined to roll his eyes at the creature though he refrained with a soft sigh.
When the Weyrleader rose, R’nya hushed the girls he was standing amongst with a pointed look, most of them more than happy to obediently quieten and set a good example for both themselves and the other women in the crowd. Nodding to them in a pleased manner though it didn’t echo onto his face, R’nya turned his attention upon the brownrider. There was no discernible expression on the man’s face as he listened to the words S’kef was speaking, bright, stormy coloured eyes expressionless as he watched the Weyrleader move back to his seat. A glance was given to Tsuen when he heard the woman mutter something under her breath to Jada, but no move to intervene was made; S’kef had both women well enough in hand and R’nya had taken on the rest to keep in line.
Then, there was the expected trouble. R’nya hushed the girls with a quick glare, the unexpected expression on his face likely doing far more of the work than he anticipated. As S’kef stepped forward to deal with the rider who was questioning him – both drunkenly and stupidly – R’nya stepped forward pointedly too, his arms crossing over his chest as he frowned across the crowd and directly towards where B’run was standing. He didn’t bother to follow S’kef, feeling his place was right where he was, and he had no desire to make a scene; the young man had no opinion to present, just a simple fact: S’kef was Weyrleader, and he would be respected. It was unlikely B’run would notice him at all, but he was about to take note of the Weyrleader, at any rate, as R’nya took control of the emotional dragon.
Xyreith.
Yes, sir?
Shut him up.
With pleasure.
The great bronze was nearly purring with pleasure as he received his order, hot red eyes turning dangerously upon the other bronze dragon, Xyreith’s mind crashed forcefully into that of Olemuth, the younger dragon putting as much of his forceful and naturally commanding personality into the assault as he could.Be still, you fool! The bronze made no visual display of his attack, beyond the hot, angry colour of his rapidly swirling eyes. While he wouldn’t have minded the attention that would have been called upon him, Xyreith was aware of R’nya’s desire to remain out of the spotlight; he was backing up his Weyrleader, not attempting to outshine him!
R’nya considered it very much a part of his duty to his Weyrleader to step in and help control the situation when the other man’s dragon proved incapable of doing so; instinct was a powerful foe and while the riders were capable of stepping beyond the stereotypes the dragons created, R’nya was quite aware of the limits the Weyrleader’s dragon was forced to work within. Xyreith, however, saw it as little more than a win-win opportunity; a chance to bully another bronze into submission, while sneering mockingly at Tyrrisath, who was incapable of rising above his own lowly colouration.
When the Weyrleader rose, R’nya hushed the girls he was standing amongst with a pointed look, most of them more than happy to obediently quieten and set a good example for both themselves and the other women in the crowd. Nodding to them in a pleased manner though it didn’t echo onto his face, R’nya turned his attention upon the brownrider. There was no discernible expression on the man’s face as he listened to the words S’kef was speaking, bright, stormy coloured eyes expressionless as he watched the Weyrleader move back to his seat. A glance was given to Tsuen when he heard the woman mutter something under her breath to Jada, but no move to intervene was made; S’kef had both women well enough in hand and R’nya had taken on the rest to keep in line.
Then, there was the expected trouble. R’nya hushed the girls with a quick glare, the unexpected expression on his face likely doing far more of the work than he anticipated. As S’kef stepped forward to deal with the rider who was questioning him – both drunkenly and stupidly – R’nya stepped forward pointedly too, his arms crossing over his chest as he frowned across the crowd and directly towards where B’run was standing. He didn’t bother to follow S’kef, feeling his place was right where he was, and he had no desire to make a scene; the young man had no opinion to present, just a simple fact: S’kef was Weyrleader, and he would be respected. It was unlikely B’run would notice him at all, but he was about to take note of the Weyrleader, at any rate, as R’nya took control of the emotional dragon.
Xyreith.
Shut him up.
The great bronze was nearly purring with pleasure as he received his order, hot red eyes turning dangerously upon the other bronze dragon, Xyreith’s mind crashed forcefully into that of Olemuth, the younger dragon putting as much of his forceful and naturally commanding personality into the assault as he could.
R’nya considered it very much a part of his duty to his Weyrleader to step in and help control the situation when the other man’s dragon proved incapable of doing so; instinct was a powerful foe and while the riders were capable of stepping beyond the stereotypes the dragons created, R’nya was quite aware of the limits the Weyrleader’s dragon was forced to work within. Xyreith, however, saw it as little more than a win-win opportunity; a chance to bully another bronze into submission, while sneering mockingly at Tyrrisath, who was incapable of rising above his own lowly colouration.