19.Jan.14, 12:29 PM
Of course I do, but she's our Weyrlingmaster. Doesn't this violate some kind of rule? S'cer had woken later than expected, worn out from finally being allowed to go back to work after so long of being unable to do so, and headed directly to the makeshift dining area. He had just finished a plate of meat pies when Quelseth had chimed in that J'di was there looking mighty down.
Of course I have, but I don't think now is the best time...
They had discussed the future following her first flight; S'cer had been forced to realize that Quelseth was no longer the baby hatchling that had stumbled free of her egg nine months ago, and although he wasn't necessarily happy with this, he would have to get used to it. It was folly to think that they would ever graduate and be tapped into a fighting wing--Quelseth's weakness would never allow it.
Cursing the green's cheerful nature, S'cer got to his feet and picked up his half-full cup of klah. He straightened his hair and tunic before he even drew near, knowing that his weyrlingmaster liked neatness, and hoped that this wouldn't go as disastrously as he was imagining it would go. "Weyrlingmaster? I was wondering if I might have a word--it's about graduation. I know it's a way off yet, but Quelseth and I wanted to talk about our plan with you before getting our hopes up." S'cer very resolutely did not look at the wineskin, forcing himself to maintain eye contact even though it made him uncomfortable. "If this is not a good time, perhaps I could come find you later."