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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 8:34 pm
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Renose really didn't want to give this guy his name. It wasn't any of his business and the rider looked like the type to instantly run and tell anyone in power what had happened. The teen knew and despised the type, thinking them cowards who were underhanded in their quest for power. It was so much easier to be upfront, so why not just barrel in like a wher in a pottery shop? ".....Tokas." He just grabbed a name out of the air, throwing it down like it was natural. Perhaps the look on his face wasn't too capable of making the lie look like a truth, but he didn't care. "And your rules are dated. I won't follow a bad rule, and if you do you're making a mistake. Whether or not it keeps it safe shouldn't cause you to sacrifice yourself."
The teen knew he was digging a hole but he didn't care. "Also you're a fool if you think that your actions are to prevent talk. This Weyr thrives on the seedy nature of gossip and ambition. You've been talked about and used, even if you don't know it." He really needed to stop talking, to get his clothes and walk away. He started to think that was maybe a good idea, he was freezing, and Renose really needed to be back in the Weyr before someone noticed and before this man grabbed him and took him directly to someone important.
Renose wouldn't put it past him, he looked the type to kowtow. "I mean, good for you for working hard. We need hard workers." Was he being sarcastic? Probably not, but he was freezing cold and this conversation needed to end.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 4:09 pm
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"Tokas," He repeated flatly, not buying it for an instant, but letting it slide. Before he could speak further, however, the youth continued to insult him, and K'lar felt himself puffing up like an angry wherry. Who did this child think he was? Talking as though he knew so much--he was barely even a whelp! K'lar was about to lash out something fierce with his tongue when Mnereth intervened. He doesn't know. The broad blue said gently. No need to be angry.
K'lar exhaled roughly, forcing himself to take a deep breath. "Fine." He all but grated out. "So be it." He stalked towards Mnereth, who carefully lifted him up so that he could mount. "Get back to the Weyr before you freeze to death." He snapped, and with a huge leap, the blue was aloft.
His temper was still raging hot, but Mnereth's soothing nature was enough to eventually calm him. Damn, foolish Candidates thinking they knew everything...
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 4:24 pm
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