19.Jan.14, 03:48 PM
J’di eyed him dubiously for a moment, then shortly waved a hand at a seat. “No time like the present.” She unknowingly echoed the young man’s green, her words as crisp as they ever were despite the ingestion of something with questionable quality but high alcohol content. In truth, she would have preferred to shoo the child away and finish her drink in peace, but that would be a greater sign of weakness than she could permit herself to commit.
Neither, if he had weyrling-related business to discuss with her, could she neglect her duty. Not only would S’kef be glad of any excuse to have her ass and her rank, she would disappoint herself. And she was quite pleased that S’cer was using his brain and looking ahead. Quelseth’s condition aside, the fate of some of her weyrlings had given her a passing worry, despite being technically outside of her job description. Her job was to make sure they were taught and as fighting-fit as possible, but they were on their own after they’d graduated and left her tender care. She could advise, could answer questions, but couldn’t (and wouldn’t) handle their shit for them.
“What did you two have in mind?”
Caymath could have sighed with relief as he felt his rider’s mind sharpen and her attention shift, reaching out to young Quelseth with quiet gratitude.That was exceedingly well timed, young one, and much appreciated. We would be pleased to offer you and your rider what assistance we may. The blue wasn’t about to betray J’di’s trust with details, but he believed in balance and giving credit where he could.
Neither, if he had weyrling-related business to discuss with her, could she neglect her duty. Not only would S’kef be glad of any excuse to have her ass and her rank, she would disappoint herself. And she was quite pleased that S’cer was using his brain and looking ahead. Quelseth’s condition aside, the fate of some of her weyrlings had given her a passing worry, despite being technically outside of her job description. Her job was to make sure they were taught and as fighting-fit as possible, but they were on their own after they’d graduated and left her tender care. She could advise, could answer questions, but couldn’t (and wouldn’t) handle their shit for them.
“What did you two have in mind?”
Caymath could have sighed with relief as he felt his rider’s mind sharpen and her attention shift, reaching out to young Quelseth with quiet gratitude.