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23.Aug.13, 04:57 PM
S'cer flicked his clean hair out of his eyes, combing through it with callused fingers. His expression didn't waver from warily curious, mouth set into a thin line as he committed the name to memory. As he had time to actually think about it, it came to him--a weyrling, though they had to be getting close to graduation, from T'lian's clutch. Of course, S'cer had been in the habit of previously writing off Impressed weyrlings as gone forever--now that he was one, it was becoming increasingly apparent that he now had to interact with the Weyr at large.
S'cer had just returned to his task of getting clean, scrubbing down with the same single-minded efficiency that characterized his work as a crafter, when Z'jan's seemingly off-hand comment made him stop. The neutral expression shifted, a deep crease appearing between his eyebrows, the tightness in his jaw as it clenched and unclenched speaking to his discomfort. "Excuse me?" He snapped, tone frosty, fixing Z'jan with a glare. It wasn't appropriate to make fun of their plight, and S'cer tended to look down on those who assimilated into Katilan culture--he was still very much the same man he had been, but now with the addition of a dragon.
"I was Stolen, yes. Six Turns ago." And this was why he didn't speak to people! S'cer suppressed the urge to sigh, and returned to scrubbing himself clean, anger resulting in a scrubbing that was brutal, pale skin going pink. His face was flushed, high spots of color dotting his cheekbones, annoyance writ clear in his expression. "I suppose you're Katilan now, as opposed to Telgarian or Istan, hm?" S'cer wasn't typically the sort to needle others, but he was frustrated and Z'jan was just there, having said the wrong thing at the wrong time. It was a good enough excuse for the time being, though S'cer would probably regret lashing out later. "I don't know how you can do it, just rolling over and taking it." S'cer shook his head, scowling at Z'jan in disapproval before beginning to scour himself clean.
S'cer had just returned to his task of getting clean, scrubbing down with the same single-minded efficiency that characterized his work as a crafter, when Z'jan's seemingly off-hand comment made him stop. The neutral expression shifted, a deep crease appearing between his eyebrows, the tightness in his jaw as it clenched and unclenched speaking to his discomfort. "Excuse me?" He snapped, tone frosty, fixing Z'jan with a glare. It wasn't appropriate to make fun of their plight, and S'cer tended to look down on those who assimilated into Katilan culture--he was still very much the same man he had been, but now with the addition of a dragon.
"I was Stolen, yes. Six Turns ago." And this was why he didn't speak to people! S'cer suppressed the urge to sigh, and returned to scrubbing himself clean, anger resulting in a scrubbing that was brutal, pale skin going pink. His face was flushed, high spots of color dotting his cheekbones, annoyance writ clear in his expression. "I suppose you're Katilan now, as opposed to Telgarian or Istan, hm?" S'cer wasn't typically the sort to needle others, but he was frustrated and Z'jan was just there, having said the wrong thing at the wrong time. It was a good enough excuse for the time being, though S'cer would probably regret lashing out later. "I don't know how you can do it, just rolling over and taking it." S'cer shook his head, scowling at Z'jan in disapproval before beginning to scour himself clean.
