Logs:Greatness
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| RL Date: 17 May, 2015 |
| Who: Z'kiel, Ahtzudaeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Area, High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: On leadership - and fear. |
| Where: Feeding Grounds, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
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| Ahtzudaeth's teeth sank into the herdbeast, shearing through muscle and bone with ease. While he feasted, Z'kiel looked on from his perch on the fence. The former hunter worked his way through a piece of jerky, green eyes narrowed while he watched. « This is a stringy one, » the bronze mused. « I do hope they'll let us move onto the proper stock soon. » When you're better at it, was the automatic reply. « No, » came the response. « When all of us are. » Z'kiel grunted. « I know what you're thinking, you know. » Mirth glittered at the periphery of the young-old dragon's thoughts. « No sense in biting your tongue, thinking you can hide it from me. » The Igenite sucked his teeth and hooked his boots in the fence, allowing him to lean back a little. Doesn't matter if you already know, does it. Observation. Ahtzudaeth chortled. « Even now, you struggle with it. I understand. » He tore away another section of the beast and settled into ripping chunks off. « These are your people now. My brothers and sisters. Your comrades-in-arms. If we do not help them to get better and stronger and fulfill their destinies, who will? » That's what Quinlys and the others are for. « And yet, » Ahtzudaeth pointed out while working his teeth through a chunk of gristle, « You still help them, in your own way. With the exercises and the things they're not so good at. » Satisfaction shimmered just at the edges. « We just need to do more for them. » Another grunt. This time, with words: Like what? That Silver Thread thing? « Precisely that. » Z'kiel finished his jerky and managed to work up enough saliva to spit to one side. No. « No? » No. « Z'kiel. » Ahtzudaeth lifted his head and turned his blood-dripping maw in his human-half's direction. « I realize you do not trust Quinlys. More so, that you do not believe she sees any merit in you. I believe that just means you - and I - have to try harder. Just because we're naturally expected to lead by virtue of tradition doesn't yet mean we're ready to. I am certain that she will see you for what you can become. » I'd rather not waste our efforts if she gets a wild hair to ignore them. Though he left the rest unspoken, Ahtzudaeth picked up on it as keenly as ever. « Or deny them? » There was a faint, chastising sound and Z'kiel felt the all-too-familiar sensation of someone tugging on his ear. It was only marginally less tolerable than the strange feeling of spectacles or beard-stroking. « Come, now. They saw something in her to lead us. If she fails to see potential, then her blindness will be her undoing. Politics can be a rather nasty double-edged sword, after all. » He gaped his maw and plunged it back down into his dwindling meal. « There is no harm in being afraid, Z'kiel. But you must overcome your fear and become better - greater - for it. » Z'kiel, in response, unhooked himself from the fence and dismounted it. When you figure out how that works, tell me. He scrubbed dryly at his face with both hands. Finish up. Your face is a mess. |
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Alida (23:30, 18 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
Make your fear work FOR you. :D
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