Logs:About Damn Time
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| RL Date: 11 April, 2009 |
| Who: F'rint, N'thei |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| When: Day 12, Month 6, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Satiet/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| « Cadejoth. » Who? « K'del. » Laughter erupted from N'thei, a big, hearty chuckle while he took the time to envision that exact scenario. Tiriana and that little boy. Suddenly, he looked back on his own "first night" as Weyrleader with a helluva lot more charity. --And, he realized, without pain. Satiet was gone. That was life. That was death. We better go back. « 'bout damn time. »
Lowering his eyes, N'thei attempted to turn a deaf ear, attempted to pay attention to the hand he was half-assing his way through with F'rint. He tried to make a joke about how the brownrider couldn't even find some girl to take the edge off after Iovniath, but he was interrupted. "'Cause he's no better'n a little girl, and I'm not taking orders from a--" "We heard you the first time." The bluerider, R'garm, was in the uncomfortable position of either backing down in front of his wingmates or... or... "Well, now you're hearin' me the second time. And, seeing as you ain't Weyrleader no more, I'd like to know what you plan to do about it. I'm not gonna kowtow to a kid half my age-- hell, younger than my own son!" He was off on a tear now, talking fast about how K'del's balls had barely dropped, and now he was supposed to be some great leader of men. He wasn't paying attention. He didn't notice N'thei stand, didn't see F'rint stand beside him, didn't see N'thei walk around the table, didn't notice him until the bronzerider had him by the front of the shirt and hauled him out of the chair. It only took the one punch, just the one, and he sagged back into the chair in a daze. "Anyone else?" N'thei looked around the table at three pairs of stunned eyes, at the bluerider's rapidly swelling nose, nodded, and fell into step beside F'rint without missing a beat. Blood welled from his knuckles, and he shook his hand against the sting of broken skin only once they were out in the bowl, only while they paused before parting ways, each to his own dragon. The brownrider: "Shouldn't've done that, mate. K'del will have to fight his own battles sooner or later." The bronzerider: "He will." "Best you take dawnsweeps for that or it'll look cross with B'sil." "Yes, sir." The humor of it hit them both at the same time, just before they nodded and turned away from each other to cross the bowl in the dark. Things were going to be different. « Count on it. » |
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