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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:15 pm
Alright?... Alright. He didn't have to tell B'tes, after all what would be the point? His ends were met, why should the means be harsh? There was probably a reason, he knew he wouldn't be so soft on an apprentice but... but....
"Alright." Bereck sighed wearily and nodded, rubbing his face with one hand while the other held his cane which in turn supported his weak leg. Ow. Twinge. Ugh. "Alright," he repeated, "then we do have an accord?" Shifting his shoulders back and straightening his posture again Bereck looked from one girl to the other, but while his mouth was set in a straight line he couldn't summon the hardness back into his eyes. "I don't expect either of you to appreciate it but it is for your own good. You will fly in good time, and then any foolish stunts you wish to pull will be your own affair...."
As he trailed off the healer's gaze wandered back over to Rensoua and he couldn't help another tiny sigh, a down turn of his lips. He just wanted her to be safe but she didn't want that for herself. She wanted to fly with the one of the prestigious wings, the ones that walked around cutting people into pieces and he couldn't- he simply could not understand why unless it was just the prestige itself and.... And maybe he should talk to her about all this, try to find out her reasons rather than just wondering; that would be the sensible thing to do.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 6:34 pm
Jasiline pinched her lips together, the urge to snap at him strong. Hadn't she just said fine? "Yeah. We have an accord." There. Formal like and all that rot. Scorch him if he wanted it in writing too. She glanced between the old healer and Rensoua. What an odd combination.
"Hey Rensoua, I'm going to dry off and get some food. Meecha later?" Whether she wanted to join her now, or talk to Bereck in private Jasiline didn't much care. She was gone. Walking at Sanuyeth's side, the pair circled around Berath towards the weyr bowl and their own small weyr. I still don't see how I could've hurt you. I ain't that heavy and you're pretty shaffing big if you don't mind me saying.
I'm not hurt. I would have told your fat arse to get off if you were too heavy.
"I am not fat!"
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