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10.Sep.12, 08:10 AM
Like S’kef, J’ver had managed to be one of the first to arrive though his reasoning was slightly different. He preferred to be at meeting locations ahead of a scheduled appointment – or in this case, as soon as the exact location was given – so he could watch how others behaved. It was also easy to ignore the man quietly drinking off to the side and forget you were sharing your gossip near others and J’ver did love gathering dirt on everyone to ruin or use them later on. Now wasn’t all that different. Of course it served to show how wonderful he was and he would be a hard worker under R’nya’s guidance but he was able to see how quickly the others came and in what state they arrived in. It might be useful information later on to keep in the good favour of his leader but, more importantly, it could help S’kef. His brownrider deserved more than what he had currently been given – because of a stupid error he made, J’ver reminded himself with an inward scowl – and he was determined to help correct it.
He watched the wingleader and wingsecond with odd amusement. R’nya was as calm and collected as always but T’shiro seemed a bit unlike his usual fun-loving annoying self. It almost seemed like he was trying too hard to impress or to overstep. It was hard to say though when he started barking out orders, J’ver felt it was to make sure T’shiro wasn’t over-looked by anyone and they knew who held their balls in a tightly clenched hand. Too bad T’shiro seemed to forget how rank worked. J’ver continued to make mental notes, icy blue eyes only skimming between the two bronzeriders before him but didn’t look around to anyone else. Appearance was everything. He was rather skinny and lacked in a good show of muscle but he was going to do his best to show he was reliable.
Being reliable was less work as well.
J’ver wasn’t a fan of menial labour and had to bite his lip from grimacing at the ordered exercises. Contrary to what A’liran, Z’ia, and half the weyr believed, he was not made for such abuse! A bedroom workout was far more entertaining and exhilarating than any sort of running about. Still he dutifully dropped to the ground to begin and shot back to his feet moments later to take off sprinting like ordered to but his disgust at the work out and the wingsecond had him mumbling as he went, “no one was exempt, pretty boy.” His turns of spying and using people had made sure he could read lips as well as catch the faintest of conversations that were happening near him and he hadn’t missed the way R’nya had said both bronzeriders would join in the training. He just hoped as he picked up his speed that he wasn’t pinpointed for the comment. Extra physical exertion simply wasn’t his thing.
By the end of the six lengths, J’ver was ready to just lie down and rest but he made himself continue with the push-ups and readied for another set of laps. There wasn’t any possible way R’nya would let them off with just one rotation.
He watched the wingleader and wingsecond with odd amusement. R’nya was as calm and collected as always but T’shiro seemed a bit unlike his usual fun-loving annoying self. It almost seemed like he was trying too hard to impress or to overstep. It was hard to say though when he started barking out orders, J’ver felt it was to make sure T’shiro wasn’t over-looked by anyone and they knew who held their balls in a tightly clenched hand. Too bad T’shiro seemed to forget how rank worked. J’ver continued to make mental notes, icy blue eyes only skimming between the two bronzeriders before him but didn’t look around to anyone else. Appearance was everything. He was rather skinny and lacked in a good show of muscle but he was going to do his best to show he was reliable.
Being reliable was less work as well.
J’ver wasn’t a fan of menial labour and had to bite his lip from grimacing at the ordered exercises. Contrary to what A’liran, Z’ia, and half the weyr believed, he was not made for such abuse! A bedroom workout was far more entertaining and exhilarating than any sort of running about. Still he dutifully dropped to the ground to begin and shot back to his feet moments later to take off sprinting like ordered to but his disgust at the work out and the wingsecond had him mumbling as he went, “no one was exempt, pretty boy.” His turns of spying and using people had made sure he could read lips as well as catch the faintest of conversations that were happening near him and he hadn’t missed the way R’nya had said both bronzeriders would join in the training. He just hoped as he picked up his speed that he wasn’t pinpointed for the comment. Extra physical exertion simply wasn’t his thing.
By the end of the six lengths, J’ver was ready to just lie down and rest but he made himself continue with the push-ups and readied for another set of laps. There wasn’t any possible way R’nya would let them off with just one rotation.
