20.Jan.14, 07:13 AM
S'cer sat without further dithering, but the gravity of what he was about to ask surely showed on his face. He was usually serious, but there was a pinched quality to the set of his face that spoke to his worry--what if J'di said no? What else could they possibly do? The Weyr didn't like dead weight, and though S'cer was no longer a crafter, he still worried about being useful and pulling his weight in chores.
"You know as well as I that we will never be tapped for a fighting wing. Quelseth's too prone to sickness." S'cer fiddled with the mug of klah, rolling it between his hands for a moment before raising it to take a sip. It was lukewarm, and he tamped down on the urge to grimace at the bitter taste. "Please don't think me impertinent, but we want to be useful and don't really see any other alternative. Quelseth and I, well, we figured serving as weyrling assistants would be the most prudent option, but we were wondering what you thought about the matter. Perhaps you've already thought of somewhere else we could be useful, as our weyrlingmaster."