Post by Shoki on Sept 22, 2015 9:27:23 GMT -8
77.5.27
Afternoon
Delgeth watched an infection spread over Telgar. It was no malady that healers would concern themselves with, but it spread throughout the weyr, one person to another with impressive speed. Eventually he shut out Telgar. Their ‘friend’ was being too noisy, and it made Delgeth quite cross.
F’mil didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knew how to find out. So with Aweirgan on his shoulder he went to the kitchens. No better place to go for both a snack and the latest news. Nothing exotic today, he just got a roll while he talked with the kitchen worker.
“You have news don’t you?” F’mil, took a bite out of the roll while they gave a wry smile.
“How do you always know? Well, that I do. Everyone’s talking about it.” The somewhat hushed tone that they were speaking in drew F’mil closer to them. They continued. “Igen made their first move.”
F’mil stopped. So that’s why Delgeth found Telgar unbearable right now. The news was spreading, which meant so was the feelings, one way or the other, about it.
“Any specifics?”
“No, though I guess Igen went big. I’m sure the leadership know more-“
“But they’ll keep it to themselves.”
“Just so.” F’mil nibbled on the roll a bit more. Aweirgan moved his head closer to the food, but didn’t make any moves for it while the rider was lost in thought.
“Thanks. I’ll be back tonight to hear about how Svel and Elinasa are doing.”
“Alright. Spread that gossip.” F’mil gave a friendly wave as he headed out into the bowl.
Delgeth was waiting. F’mil walked right to the Crimson, sitting next to the dragon, and laying against him. Delgeth waited, while F’mil parsed what he was feeling. For now? He wasn’t sure what he thought. Except the same thing he always did. However the war went, he wanted it done quickly. It would be better for Delgeth that way.
As much as he thought that, he suspected it wouldn’t be that way. He’d read too much about wars and assassinations to be under any illusions on that point.
Afternoon
Delgeth watched an infection spread over Telgar. It was no malady that healers would concern themselves with, but it spread throughout the weyr, one person to another with impressive speed. Eventually he shut out Telgar. Their ‘friend’ was being too noisy, and it made Delgeth quite cross.
F’mil didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he knew how to find out. So with Aweirgan on his shoulder he went to the kitchens. No better place to go for both a snack and the latest news. Nothing exotic today, he just got a roll while he talked with the kitchen worker.
“You have news don’t you?” F’mil, took a bite out of the roll while they gave a wry smile.
“How do you always know? Well, that I do. Everyone’s talking about it.” The somewhat hushed tone that they were speaking in drew F’mil closer to them. They continued. “Igen made their first move.”
F’mil stopped. So that’s why Delgeth found Telgar unbearable right now. The news was spreading, which meant so was the feelings, one way or the other, about it.
“Any specifics?”
“No, though I guess Igen went big. I’m sure the leadership know more-“
“But they’ll keep it to themselves.”
“Just so.” F’mil nibbled on the roll a bit more. Aweirgan moved his head closer to the food, but didn’t make any moves for it while the rider was lost in thought.
“Thanks. I’ll be back tonight to hear about how Svel and Elinasa are doing.”
“Alright. Spread that gossip.” F’mil gave a friendly wave as he headed out into the bowl.
Delgeth was waiting. F’mil walked right to the Crimson, sitting next to the dragon, and laying against him. Delgeth waited, while F’mil parsed what he was feeling. For now? He wasn’t sure what he thought. Except the same thing he always did. However the war went, he wanted it done quickly. It would be better for Delgeth that way.
As much as he thought that, he suspected it wouldn’t be that way. He’d read too much about wars and assassinations to be under any illusions on that point.
