19.Apr.23, 09:01 AM
"I figured," T'ryn confessed in return when Ereben said he had lied. His tone was gentle and he gave the boy time to speak and share what he felt was necessary. But when he heard that Ereben was beat regularly by his own dad, T'ryn had to work from keeping his mouth shut by pressing it into a thin line before he asked where to find the man. He wasn't violent, at all, and some of his siblings sometimes got into fist fights with each other but it wasn't a beating and it certainly never came from any of their parents.
He silently asked Syrendryth to land on an upper ledge so they could continue to talk in private and not worry about the wind. Once they touched down, T'ryn made no move to dismount but did place a hand gently on Ereben's shoulder. "No one is going to care if you're Holdless and you'll be safe and looked after in the Weyrs, Ereben." He gave the shoulder a light squeeze and dropped his hand away with a sigh. "They're not perfect and I can't say that no one is ever beat, because some brownriders and even bronzeriders look down on greenriders and... use them as they see fit. I also can't say I know what goes on in the lower caverns with the lower ranked either as everyone behaves when they see me show up but Candidates have some respect and those that should be looking out for you won't be lifting a hand against you."
He let the information sit with Ereben for a bit as they both looked out over the Weyr. Syrendryth was growing bored but T'ryn also felt some pride for how he was stepping up and being a kindhearted leader. Finally, he broke the silence. "Last chance to come back to Telgar with me, although you can ask to transfer at any time if you and your toes don't like it here. Otherwise, I'll take you down to meet Weyrsecond A'dis, but you have to promise me you'll tell him about your dad as well. Trust me on this." He didn't know for certain but there had always been rumours that the older bronzerider was on the receiving end of his dad's punches and it may have been slightly manipulative of him, but T'ryn wanted to guarantee Ereben would be safe in High Reaches and have another strong ally.
"Ready? And are we going up or down?"
He silently asked Syrendryth to land on an upper ledge so they could continue to talk in private and not worry about the wind. Once they touched down, T'ryn made no move to dismount but did place a hand gently on Ereben's shoulder. "No one is going to care if you're Holdless and you'll be safe and looked after in the Weyrs, Ereben." He gave the shoulder a light squeeze and dropped his hand away with a sigh. "They're not perfect and I can't say that no one is ever beat, because some brownriders and even bronzeriders look down on greenriders and... use them as they see fit. I also can't say I know what goes on in the lower caverns with the lower ranked either as everyone behaves when they see me show up but Candidates have some respect and those that should be looking out for you won't be lifting a hand against you."
He let the information sit with Ereben for a bit as they both looked out over the Weyr. Syrendryth was growing bored but T'ryn also felt some pride for how he was stepping up and being a kindhearted leader. Finally, he broke the silence. "Last chance to come back to Telgar with me, although you can ask to transfer at any time if you and your toes don't like it here. Otherwise, I'll take you down to meet Weyrsecond A'dis, but you have to promise me you'll tell him about your dad as well. Trust me on this." He didn't know for certain but there had always been rumours that the older bronzerider was on the receiving end of his dad's punches and it may have been slightly manipulative of him, but T'ryn wanted to guarantee Ereben would be safe in High Reaches and have another strong ally.
"Ready? And are we going up or down?"