02.Jul.13, 08:53 AM
R’nya’s expression was clearly sceptical as he frowned at Ameris, eyebrows slightly raised and furrowed together and the bronzerider shook his head. “That is stupid.” His voice and words were matter of fact, and R’nya leaned back a little, resting his weight on one hand as he considered Ameris with a sideways look. “You cannot fail at a Touching. A’mad knows that.” Irritation lingered in the bronzerider’s tones. The idiot brownrider had been around Weyrlife long enough to know that the Touching was designed to remove fear from the candidates, not pre-Impress the dragonets.
Stupid fool!You expect better from men that beat little girls? Xyreith’s tone was caustic, and the dragon snorted, his shadow overcasting the two humans as he coasted overhead, and landing tidily several lengths away. You’re smarter than that, sir. With another snort, as if dismissing human concerns, Xyreith slid into the river, ducking under the surface and sinking down, making sure his entire bulk was covered.
Turning his attention away from his dragon and back to Ameris, R’nya watched her quietly for a moment. Tossing the core of his fruit into the river, the bronzerider rocked up onto his knees and waddled to relocate behind Ameris, sitting down with a polite distance between them, but close enough that he could pick up the length of her hair, and, pointedly ignoring any negative reactions, lazily started combing it with his fingers. She might object, she might even kick up a stink, but everyone loved having their hair played with – women especially… Right?
“What happened, when you touched the eggs, that displeased your father?” R’nya was having a hard time imagining what type of reaction could be so dramatic as to throw the other rider into a tantrum. True, some eggs responded less positively, but Ameris had not run off the sands crying, and Kahleena would have been distraught if either egg had combusted or dropped dead. Most likely, he reasoned silently, the result was not all that bad but the man was having a bad day, and the news tipped the scale for the brownrider.
That only made it more unforgivable.
Stupid fool!
Turning his attention away from his dragon and back to Ameris, R’nya watched her quietly for a moment. Tossing the core of his fruit into the river, the bronzerider rocked up onto his knees and waddled to relocate behind Ameris, sitting down with a polite distance between them, but close enough that he could pick up the length of her hair, and, pointedly ignoring any negative reactions, lazily started combing it with his fingers. She might object, she might even kick up a stink, but everyone loved having their hair played with – women especially… Right?
“What happened, when you touched the eggs, that displeased your father?” R’nya was having a hard time imagining what type of reaction could be so dramatic as to throw the other rider into a tantrum. True, some eggs responded less positively, but Ameris had not run off the sands crying, and Kahleena would have been distraught if either egg had combusted or dropped dead. Most likely, he reasoned silently, the result was not all that bad but the man was having a bad day, and the news tipped the scale for the brownrider.
That only made it more unforgivable.