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11.Jun.13, 07:34 AM
Given D’hys’ usual cool demeanour, it was hard to read the man; which meant knowing his true feelings on his demotion from his short stint as a Wingsecond would never be known. The truth was he was furious. He was better than nearly every other rider when it came to discipline of the body and mind and D’hys was confident he was a better leader than most as well. D’ren had believed in him and gave him a promotion and D’hys did his best to shine brightly and not abuse his powers – mostly because he didn’t have enough time to settle in and do so. To have S’kef strip him of that power was humiliating in and of itself but to have a child from the first Katila hatching pretend he was a Wingsecond only buried his wounds in salt. After several days of fuming in private, D’hys came to the conclusion that C’vir was a sex toy for S’kef and J’ver. There was no other explanation for an inexperienced boy to have any sort of leadership.
He may have casually whispered that conclusion in an ear or two to see what sort of trouble it would stir up but for the most part, D’hys did his best to show he was unconcerned about his new role in the Wing. T’rel was a fairly decent bronzerider, as far as that kind went anyway. He wasn’t nearly as dull or dimwitted as so many others seemed to be and T’rel seemed like a man that would keep his wing in check. D’hys respected that and extra points were given when the bronzerider approached him in private. He may not have been Wingsecond in an official capacity but D’hys still had the trust of his leader and T’rel had asked him to assist in evaluations at the surprise first practice.
Several internal arguments were had over who he should tell, if anyone. His wingmates contained Z’ia, V’zire, and even Ravana though D’hys had yet to decide if any of those were good or not. In the end he went with only hinting to Z’ia a practice seemed likely to happen while his little greenrider buddies weren’t told a thing. Letting V’zire know when the practice would be would have earned him a lot of trust and adoration just as Ravana would have bought in even further that he was a nice guy but keeping in T’rel’s good graces ranked higher. He had already overthrown and replaced one Wingsecond; what was stopping him from doing it again?
As T’rel’s announcement was sent out, D’hys sat atop Zeianth in his freshly attended to riding leathers. The icy blue dragon was perched on some random insignificant person’s hut that sat on the border of the Gathering Square and offered a wonderful view. By now the owner had to be used to the constant thumping of dragons landing on the roof throughout the day and D’hys wasn’t at all concerned. It wasn’t like he would be there for long anyway. He only intended to watch everyone arrive, how they looked, and when they arrived. It wasn’t entirely his place to keep track of such things but D’hys wanted to have a full report on each person for when he was asked to step in. Besides, it was downright entertaining to watch people flounder around and he couldn’t help but wonder what state some wingmates would appear in.
He may have casually whispered that conclusion in an ear or two to see what sort of trouble it would stir up but for the most part, D’hys did his best to show he was unconcerned about his new role in the Wing. T’rel was a fairly decent bronzerider, as far as that kind went anyway. He wasn’t nearly as dull or dimwitted as so many others seemed to be and T’rel seemed like a man that would keep his wing in check. D’hys respected that and extra points were given when the bronzerider approached him in private. He may not have been Wingsecond in an official capacity but D’hys still had the trust of his leader and T’rel had asked him to assist in evaluations at the surprise first practice.
Several internal arguments were had over who he should tell, if anyone. His wingmates contained Z’ia, V’zire, and even Ravana though D’hys had yet to decide if any of those were good or not. In the end he went with only hinting to Z’ia a practice seemed likely to happen while his little greenrider buddies weren’t told a thing. Letting V’zire know when the practice would be would have earned him a lot of trust and adoration just as Ravana would have bought in even further that he was a nice guy but keeping in T’rel’s good graces ranked higher. He had already overthrown and replaced one Wingsecond; what was stopping him from doing it again?
As T’rel’s announcement was sent out, D’hys sat atop Zeianth in his freshly attended to riding leathers. The icy blue dragon was perched on some random insignificant person’s hut that sat on the border of the Gathering Square and offered a wonderful view. By now the owner had to be used to the constant thumping of dragons landing on the roof throughout the day and D’hys wasn’t at all concerned. It wasn’t like he would be there for long anyway. He only intended to watch everyone arrive, how they looked, and when they arrived. It wasn’t entirely his place to keep track of such things but D’hys wanted to have a full report on each person for when he was asked to step in. Besides, it was downright entertaining to watch people flounder around and he couldn’t help but wonder what state some wingmates would appear in.
