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27.Aug.12, 06:21 AM
A'liran strode past, his light steps leaving soft indentations in the grass as he went. He was bored, as he often was in the middle of quiet days, and found himself wandering. Astoreth was currently away, contenting herself with a nice lounge at the lakeside, leaving A'liran alone with his own mischief, at least for the time being.
He rounded the corner, walking along parallel to the kitchens complex as he shifted to a noticeably faster pace. He wasn't exactly fleeing, but he had decided after a couple unseemly comments that perhaps he should distance himself from some of his peers back in the dining hall. It was a little worrisome, but mostly just funny.
It was more fun back in the old days, though. Back when dragons numbered over a measly 200 and a greenrider still gained something resembling respect. He didn't feel totally shut out yet, but in spite of the supposedly greenloving Weyrleader, things had gotten worse instead of getting better.
In truth, A'liran had been more agitated than usual over the past few days. He saw no justice when he witnessed the candidate's lashing, nor in the enstatemt of the new Weyrsecond himself. N'gelt was just as bad at S'kef, perhaps even worse. A'liran had done well to keep his mouth shut over the past few days. Tensions were high, but that's how life was in the south. It was always lurking about, but sometimes it erupted into the forefront. It would subside eventually. A'liran wasn;t sure if that was a good thing or not.
All he knew was that in his youth, he'd have fought right along side them. As he stood now, he wished to do his best to save them. Too bad that was well out of his power.
He was deep in thought as he neared the little spice garden. He'd seen it before, but he'd never really bothered to investigate. As he walked up on it now, he was so lost in his thoughts that he almost tromped right into it.
"Shards!" he hissed, sidestepping suddenly. "Eh, sorry about that..." He cast his eyes on the girl, who he'd seen a time or two before. Skittish, they said. He offered a noncommittal smile.
He rounded the corner, walking along parallel to the kitchens complex as he shifted to a noticeably faster pace. He wasn't exactly fleeing, but he had decided after a couple unseemly comments that perhaps he should distance himself from some of his peers back in the dining hall. It was a little worrisome, but mostly just funny.
It was more fun back in the old days, though. Back when dragons numbered over a measly 200 and a greenrider still gained something resembling respect. He didn't feel totally shut out yet, but in spite of the supposedly greenloving Weyrleader, things had gotten worse instead of getting better.
In truth, A'liran had been more agitated than usual over the past few days. He saw no justice when he witnessed the candidate's lashing, nor in the enstatemt of the new Weyrsecond himself. N'gelt was just as bad at S'kef, perhaps even worse. A'liran had done well to keep his mouth shut over the past few days. Tensions were high, but that's how life was in the south. It was always lurking about, but sometimes it erupted into the forefront. It would subside eventually. A'liran wasn;t sure if that was a good thing or not.
All he knew was that in his youth, he'd have fought right along side them. As he stood now, he wished to do his best to save them. Too bad that was well out of his power.
He was deep in thought as he neared the little spice garden. He'd seen it before, but he'd never really bothered to investigate. As he walked up on it now, he was so lost in his thoughts that he almost tromped right into it.
"Shards!" he hissed, sidestepping suddenly. "Eh, sorry about that..." He cast his eyes on the girl, who he'd seen a time or two before. Skittish, they said. He offered a noncommittal smile.
