"Echoed Sentiments"
RP - Within
Ch'dri paced along the weyr, trying to grind in a path of his own into the stone. His emotions wre temepred, even for what he felt, trying not to let them affect Kenthoth at all, but knew the bronze was watching him all the same with concern.
I am sorry, Chee, the bronze said apologetically, lifting his head a bit from where he lay.
He stopped, turning and sighed as he rubbed his head. "I'm sorry Thoth, I'm just... it's not you, or anything you did. You did your best, by all rights. I just... M'xan!" He rolled his crystalline eyes up and back, walking voer to pat Kenthoth's snout a moment. "Not you, friend, not you."
I tried, yes. Hard, strong, but was bettered. Another day. Chee need not worry himself to death, the Weyr can endure. He closed his eyes part way as he was patted, rumbling a bit in contentment. The affections of his rider, however small, pleased him.
"I hope... I feel like I've gone from one fire to another, except this time I don't havethe Weyrwoman's scorn and dragon's distaste. Instead I have someone who - by rumor's truths - isn't exactly going to please the rest of the Weyr. And... honestly... I liked the outlook this Weyr had." He switched course, bringing his hand up for an eye-ridge scratching as he pondered.
Yes, yes... nicer here... ohhh... I like that. More! A rumbling sort of 'puur' emantated from the bronze for a bit, opening his eyes again when his rider stopped. It will be alright, and with thread... she will rise again. Hopefully before things go bad, like you worry. The Gather comes, you should go. Relax, unwind... enjoy those foods you do.
Ch'dri laughed quietly, giving another well-placed scratch. "Yes, yes... I know. I will go, although it will be different since I know hardly any which would be there. But... hopefully they have bubbly pies there!" He flashed a grin, landing one last scratch. "We shall see what it holds for us!"
Still even with these more cheerful thoughts, his darker mood perservered in concern for the Weyr - and weyrwoman. A bad Weyrleader could very possibly break a good weyrwoman with strains and arguments, or affect their health from the stress, which would hurt the queen. He hoped that M'xan had better sense.
And of course, now assigned to a wing, there was drills and such to be had yet. He'd deal, he'd manage. Least he wasn't in a spot to concern too heavily on the details yet. He still had to get the handle on this weyr, and what the new Weyrleader wanted. Hopefully somethign that wouldn't cause tensions and chaos, as having half the guild in rioling anger or indeterminable emotions of assorted kinds would not help fighting strength or morale.
Just bide time, and watch. And hope the Queen would rise before things potentially went bad. Else, one might have to force hands into removing... and Ch'dri had no qualms about doing so if it meant the betterment of the Weyr. However, he wouldn't consider it nuless that was the last option, and thigns were truly bad. Dissention and treachery were not light things, and only considerable in the worst of times - and he wasn't sure he could, if he wantd, particularly alone. Watching the Weyr's reactions would help him gauge.
He had paced back into his quarters, leaving Kenthoth to doze lightly as he contemplated things, while preparing for the Gather.
