22.Sep.12, 09:24 AM
R'nya was right. D'ren had noticed it as well; the tensions in their little Weyr seemed to grow day by day, and even joyous occasions were rarely anything to celebrate. New Turn's Eve had been particularly bad this year, with a huge brawl erupting and several men winding up in the infirmary. The young gold's first flight hadn't ended any better, with an unpopular clutchfather, untested goldrider and a small clutch on top of it. D'ren hoped against hope that the hatching would at least turn out well, but he wasn't willing to devote much of his strained optimism for that just yet.
"I think I will," he said, nodding slowly. He half-smiled, amused by also thoughtful. "Getting a bunch of boring bronzeriders to do anything more than stand there like statues is a tall order!" he said, masking his sudden concern with a touch of lightheartedness. It wasn't urgent concern, but it was something to mull over when he went back to his hut. "It doesn't help that most of them are sore with me for passing over them for Wingleaders or Weyrsecond. They'll have their chance, though." He expected the dragon population would grow more quickly with the new gold, which would hopefully allow the numbers of blues and greens to swell. The wings would expand, and then the unchosen bronzeriders would have their chance.
Well, most of them. Not M'bal, or anyone else on D'ren's list.
"I think I can come up with something. I certainly wish you the best of luck with your boys." He raised a brow at the mention of S'kef, B'jin, and their mates. "You know, both pairs seemed downright horrified when I mentioned them in my speech. I can't imagine why, though. They all seem to fit together so naturally," he commented. "S'kef in particular is very touchy about the subject, though. He never did appreciate me making comments about it, even though he and J'ver are always, always together." He paused, musing over the mild gossip for a couple seconds. "And I don't even know about B'jin and R'nd. But I suppose I'm prying, aren't I? It's their business, not mine."
He looked down at his near-empty plate. He took another bite or two, almost self-conscious. "Ronarth has really enjoyed getting out again, though. I think most of the dragons are. The riders will soon follow. I really think this is the right thing to do for them..."
"I think I will," he said, nodding slowly. He half-smiled, amused by also thoughtful. "Getting a bunch of boring bronzeriders to do anything more than stand there like statues is a tall order!" he said, masking his sudden concern with a touch of lightheartedness. It wasn't urgent concern, but it was something to mull over when he went back to his hut. "It doesn't help that most of them are sore with me for passing over them for Wingleaders or Weyrsecond. They'll have their chance, though." He expected the dragon population would grow more quickly with the new gold, which would hopefully allow the numbers of blues and greens to swell. The wings would expand, and then the unchosen bronzeriders would have their chance.
Well, most of them. Not M'bal, or anyone else on D'ren's list.
"I think I can come up with something. I certainly wish you the best of luck with your boys." He raised a brow at the mention of S'kef, B'jin, and their mates. "You know, both pairs seemed downright horrified when I mentioned them in my speech. I can't imagine why, though. They all seem to fit together so naturally," he commented. "S'kef in particular is very touchy about the subject, though. He never did appreciate me making comments about it, even though he and J'ver are always, always together." He paused, musing over the mild gossip for a couple seconds. "And I don't even know about B'jin and R'nd. But I suppose I'm prying, aren't I? It's their business, not mine."
He looked down at his near-empty plate. He took another bite or two, almost self-conscious. "Ronarth has really enjoyed getting out again, though. I think most of the dragons are. The riders will soon follow. I really think this is the right thing to do for them..."