18.Jun.12, 08:45 PM
S'kef was oddly compliant with the request he'd received that morning. Hunting was among his favorite chores, but while he normally preferred to go alone, he couldn't exactly justify leaving a new weyrling to flounder. S'kef believed in Katila. He was loyal to the leaders. If he wanted them (and the weyr) to succeed, the weyrlings needed to succeed. He figured he could take a little time out of his day to help one of them along, even if his motives were more out of political necessity than actual tenderness or desire to nurture.
His interest grew once he learned who exactly he would be chaperoning. Jada? The new goldrider? That was delightful indeed. The young goldrider would undoubtedly need guidance in all sorts of fields. As it stood, her reputation was...thus far unremarkable. She was young, though. She had all the time in the world to learn, and dragons didn't make mistakes. There had to be something there. What if he was the one to find it?
S'kef stood under the trees as directed, sign in hand. Tyrrisath loomed quietly close by, passive as always. The brown was interested in meeting the young queen, but that didn't mean he was going to show it. S'kef's interests were more important, though ultimately not that different. He gave his rider a mental nudge as he caught sight of the pair approaching.
S'kef turned and nodded to the girl, waving the sign once just to make sure she saw him. "Good day, miss Jada," the brownrider said with a sort of manicured, professional politeness. He wasn't exactly faking. She was, after all, a goldrider. She would grow into something quite special some day, or at least he chose to believe so. He eyed her with distant interest; not sexual or even particularly devious interest, though she remained a wholly political target for the time being.
He dropped the sign and extended one hand to the young queenrider. "I'm S'kef, and this is Tyrrisath," he said. He assumed (and expected) her to know who he was, but for now he would make nice and not appear to expect it.
His interest grew once he learned who exactly he would be chaperoning. Jada? The new goldrider? That was delightful indeed. The young goldrider would undoubtedly need guidance in all sorts of fields. As it stood, her reputation was...thus far unremarkable. She was young, though. She had all the time in the world to learn, and dragons didn't make mistakes. There had to be something there. What if he was the one to find it?
S'kef stood under the trees as directed, sign in hand. Tyrrisath loomed quietly close by, passive as always. The brown was interested in meeting the young queen, but that didn't mean he was going to show it. S'kef's interests were more important, though ultimately not that different. He gave his rider a mental nudge as he caught sight of the pair approaching.
S'kef turned and nodded to the girl, waving the sign once just to make sure she saw him. "Good day, miss Jada," the brownrider said with a sort of manicured, professional politeness. He wasn't exactly faking. She was, after all, a goldrider. She would grow into something quite special some day, or at least he chose to believe so. He eyed her with distant interest; not sexual or even particularly devious interest, though she remained a wholly political target for the time being.
He dropped the sign and extended one hand to the young queenrider. "I'm S'kef, and this is Tyrrisath," he said. He assumed (and expected) her to know who he was, but for now he would make nice and not appear to expect it.