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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 6:18 am
Generally speaking, it was a fairly difficult task to get R'ael angry about something. His temper was normally slow to boil, though once it reached that point, it tended to stay there, at least in regards to whoever had discovered the dubious talent of getting under his skin.
One particular candidate had managed it, not very long ago, by spewing out her gall that others had impressed, and not her, and how very very unqualified she felt them to be to their roles, compared to herself. There were actually two reasons that this bothered him, though one ironically hadn't even occurred to him initially.
She'd called all of the gold-riders incompetent, and that had been what first hit, and hit hard, a sour note with the blue-rider. He knew one of them, at least in passing, and found Nandeli to be a sharp mind and, perhaps just as important, kind soul. In his mind, that told him everything he had needed to know about why she would have, and should have, impressed not just a dragon, but a young queen. It had only hit him later that the young woman, in questioning the golds, might as well have stated that -no- dragon was, in her mind, capable of choosing a partner to her satisfaction.
That had offended both himself and Jaereth, and he'd added that to his list of things to stew about, his chin set stubbornly when he'd finally returned later to the dining hall for a full meal, his expression particularly unwelcoming, though he'd taken an interested note when he'd caught a glimpse of Moira, who'd certainly had a stinging volley of words for the very entitled, very opinionated young woman he'd walked away from earlier, which made him wonder if she was still letting it eat her, or if perhaps he was just being an bit unreasonable about it.
The idea of 'bad' dragon riders seemed almost like something out of a creche story to him, though unfortunately it was less impossible than he would have liked to think.
((OOC: R'ael decides to get super rambly. go figure. :p ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 4:22 pm
Moira's temper was almost always at a constant simmer. It was there, always at hand, but rarely did she ever let it get out of control. She preferred to express her outrage with stinging commentary and carefully planned words than with yelling, fighting, or other such brutish tactics. It took a stronger woman to win with words than with weapons. Nevertheless, her continued displeasure at the cocky candidate was still slightly evident in the crease of her brow and the curve of her lips. Moira was a generally kind individual, thoughtful, willing to help, but an infraction of the caliber of Kella's deserved nothing less than her full loathing; and her full loathing the arrogant young woman had certainly earned.
Her reflection glowered back at her from the surface of her drink, narrowed gazes meeting as she stared into the dark liquid. Really, how could anyone be that stupid? Sure, the management was putting them all at risk with the overcrowding, but they all had their redeeming qualities, at least from what Moira had been able to determined from bits of gossip and prying questions. The Weyrwoman showed significant strength and leadership, even if many of them questioned her judgement. Rinfala, for all of her rumored attitude, had enough tenacity to make her more than suitable for the newest queen. Nandeli, if she had made so strong an impression on the man she'd met earlier, surely also had some significant quality that made her worthy of her dragon. Even if Kella had neither known nor heard any of these things, it was still unbelievably arrogant of her to assume that she knew better than the dragons themselves. And to question them when Weyr tradition always called for their leadership, for the trust of the Weyr in their Weyrleader and Weyrwoman? For Moira, who had been raised thick in the importance of pride and respect, such arrogance was both unthinkable and unforgivable.
Big sharding wonder she hasn't impressed. Moira thought, shaking her head as she did so. Granted, she often wished the goldriders had a more visible presence in the Weyr, but she couldn't question their capability on that alone. Thinking it better to push the entire matter from her mind before it dug it's claws too deep to be extricated, Moira dared a glance around. She was half-hoping to see Kella again, eager to see if the girl bore even a fraction of the shame she should after her little display. Finding R'ael was, of course, a much more pleasant outcome. A small smile lit up her pale features as she waved a hand to gesture him over.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 5:27 pm
R'ael's expression, which briefly had something of the thundercloud look that he had had when he'd walked away from Kella, cleared up into his more usual sunny expression, breaking into a broad grin as he headed her direction, juggling a fair sized portion of stew with a roll half drowned in it, and another cup of juice.
"Hey!" He called as he came closer. "...I remember you. I don't think I caught your name though. Not yet."
He'd have to try and memorize it. She'd given one hell of a dressing down before, an verbal skill he sometimes wished he could match. An unnecessary skill but sometimes it might have been fun.
"How are you doing?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:37 pm
For a moment, Moira pondered Alanna's words. She really derived no pleasure from seeing other people suffer unless they honestly deserved it – which seemed to happen rather frequently in this place – so the reasoning was lost on her. The candidate rolled her pale shoulders and
“Moira,” she answered in prompt response, her mood brightening along with his. She thought back to the conversation between him and the offending candidate, but couldn't recall overhearing his name. “I'm good, just...” she gestured around at the crowded room, “getting use to things still. Nearly two sevendays I've been here, and I'm still not quite accustomed to being around so many people. And your name..?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 6:37 am
"It gets a little easier if you've ever spent time in a ship." He offered. "I just think of it like that." He added, which also spoke some amount to his own history, as he put down the bowl and offered her a broad, work rough hand. "I'm R'ael." He thought about giving her the old version of his name as well, but he hadn't heard anyone else do that, besides, he really -was- R'ael now.
"Sorry about before..." He added, though he wasn't actually entirely sure if he was apologizing for his own outburst or Kella's. "...It's the first time I've heard anyone say anything like that."
Maybe he'd had his ears closed, but he couldn't remember anyone from the time he'd arrived speaking with such... venom. Not among the people that lived here, inside the Weyr. It still felt somewhat unreal, and he couldn't justify it, to hate someone that much without giving them a chance...
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