22.Apr.13, 01:44 PM
Well, that didn't work.
S'kef slipped to one side, first dodging the punch and then watching with helpless puzzlement as the book flew past and collided with the window, shattering it. I swear I'm going to kill this kid he thought with disbelief, gaze slowly turning back to Oahvakeen as Flit took off, wheeling about in the air and screaming in alarm. "Flit, shut up!" he groaned aloud, lifting one hand and pressing it to his temples to try and compose himself before he actually murdered the boy.
The brownrider huffed angrily and took a long step toward Oahvakeen, reaching out to snatch his shirt collar and force him against the wall. Of course, at Tyrrisath's insistence, he checked his force a little bit and reminded himself not to wring the kid's neck. Shards, the little bastard was so slippery that S'kef wasn't even sure if he'd be able to catch him, but hell if he was going to go chasing him down if he did miss!
"Damn right you little urchin, I'm S'kef. I'm your Weyrleader, and you will shut your mouth and talk to me like a civilized adult if you wish to be treated like one," he growled, anger flashing in his eyes. He always worked so hard to keep his temper under wraps in public...for a few unsettling moments, not only did he fail to hide it, but he almost failed to control it.
S'kef slipped to one side, first dodging the punch and then watching with helpless puzzlement as the book flew past and collided with the window, shattering it. I swear I'm going to kill this kid he thought with disbelief, gaze slowly turning back to Oahvakeen as Flit took off, wheeling about in the air and screaming in alarm. "Flit, shut up!" he groaned aloud, lifting one hand and pressing it to his temples to try and compose himself before he actually murdered the boy.
The brownrider huffed angrily and took a long step toward Oahvakeen, reaching out to snatch his shirt collar and force him against the wall. Of course, at Tyrrisath's insistence, he checked his force a little bit and reminded himself not to wring the kid's neck. Shards, the little bastard was so slippery that S'kef wasn't even sure if he'd be able to catch him, but hell if he was going to go chasing him down if he did miss!
"Damn right you little urchin, I'm S'kef. I'm your Weyrleader, and you will shut your mouth and talk to me like a civilized adult if you wish to be treated like one," he growled, anger flashing in his eyes. He always worked so hard to keep his temper under wraps in public...for a few unsettling moments, not only did he fail to hide it, but he almost failed to control it.