Post by kysseh on Oct 17, 2009 18:21:06 GMT -5
J’lorin seemed nervous to Savitri’s gaze, and the young woman was heartened by this. He didn’t have reinforcements coming, it appeared. Hepaticath, still fidgeting on her ledge, was watching the skies, the canyon, and the treeline with such intensity that it nearly gave the goldrider a headache. There were no more foreigners coming. Hepaticath would make sure of it.
Somehow, though, Savitri was less than assured by J’lorin’s offer, and she just barely managed to keep the scowl off her face. So that was what they wanted. A nice meek little weyr to feed them food and fatten up their dragons to do all the fighting, was it? He knew they couldn’t fight, and the fact that they were so shorthanded in all areas (and that he knew about it) chafed Savitri to the core. Hmph. Shmee might not have been a fabulous woman, but she had informed Savitri of the important fact that without supplies, no weyr could function. Selenitas had supplies in plenty. Benden, apparently, did not. If Selenitas were to be the supply line to Fort… well, Fort had more than one reason to take the little weyr out of the picture, didn’t they? Without a supply line, Benden would be easy prey to Fort.
At his nod toward her, Savitri arched an eyebrow but said nothing, instead turning her face to her weyrmate’s shoulder. It put her mouth close to his ear, close enough that she could whisper if the inclination struck her. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the Benden weyrleader. She didn’t intend to let him out of her sight, even though Hepaticath reassured her of what Ciceroth had said. Ka’rys and S’rei were asking for a gesture of good faith, but Savitri thought a few trained fighters were hardly a sufficient trade for the Selenitas weyrfolk putting a giant target over their heads. Her green eyes narrowed slightly, mind working in overtime. They had to accept the offer, really, but maybe… perhaps…
Mine thinks our chances are increased either way. We are both grateful that Yours and Salenth’s are working for better assurance from /him/. The gold’s mental tones were quiet in addressing her mate so as not to disrupt him from watching the scene. He did not need a significant distraction, after all. The skies are clear. There is no movement in the trees. He is still alone. He would know what she meant. No reinforcements coming for the Benden bronzepair as of yet.
“Hepaticath would be reassured if your bronze could explain that you weren't involved with the threat to her eggs. I would be grateful for any knowledge you can provide on whomever was involved,” she added mildly to the end of Ka’rys’s statement, her face toward the Benden weyrleader once again. J’lorin surely could hear her, articulate as she saw, so she saw no need to raise her voice. It was her mindmate, her clutch. Mildly pleased that her dragon’s eggs were so sought after, she still raged at the injury done on Selenitas by those after the (misleading) queen egg. They had no right, and she very much wanted the responsible party with their head on a platter. If, of course, the responsible parties had not all been destroyed in the process.
Her face turned toward Ka’rys’s ear again, voice dropping to the barest of whispers. “If we’re their supply line, Fort will have twice as many reasons to get rid of us too. We can’t turn him away, but I’d like something a little better than a few trained fighters,” she murmured quietly, not sure at all if the bronzerider would appreciate her opinion. Too bad. She had given it already.
Somehow, though, Savitri was less than assured by J’lorin’s offer, and she just barely managed to keep the scowl off her face. So that was what they wanted. A nice meek little weyr to feed them food and fatten up their dragons to do all the fighting, was it? He knew they couldn’t fight, and the fact that they were so shorthanded in all areas (and that he knew about it) chafed Savitri to the core. Hmph. Shmee might not have been a fabulous woman, but she had informed Savitri of the important fact that without supplies, no weyr could function. Selenitas had supplies in plenty. Benden, apparently, did not. If Selenitas were to be the supply line to Fort… well, Fort had more than one reason to take the little weyr out of the picture, didn’t they? Without a supply line, Benden would be easy prey to Fort.
At his nod toward her, Savitri arched an eyebrow but said nothing, instead turning her face to her weyrmate’s shoulder. It put her mouth close to his ear, close enough that she could whisper if the inclination struck her. Her eyes, however, were fixed on the Benden weyrleader. She didn’t intend to let him out of her sight, even though Hepaticath reassured her of what Ciceroth had said. Ka’rys and S’rei were asking for a gesture of good faith, but Savitri thought a few trained fighters were hardly a sufficient trade for the Selenitas weyrfolk putting a giant target over their heads. Her green eyes narrowed slightly, mind working in overtime. They had to accept the offer, really, but maybe… perhaps…
Mine thinks our chances are increased either way. We are both grateful that Yours and Salenth’s are working for better assurance from /him/. The gold’s mental tones were quiet in addressing her mate so as not to disrupt him from watching the scene. He did not need a significant distraction, after all. The skies are clear. There is no movement in the trees. He is still alone. He would know what she meant. No reinforcements coming for the Benden bronzepair as of yet.
“Hepaticath would be reassured if your bronze could explain that you weren't involved with the threat to her eggs. I would be grateful for any knowledge you can provide on whomever was involved,” she added mildly to the end of Ka’rys’s statement, her face toward the Benden weyrleader once again. J’lorin surely could hear her, articulate as she saw, so she saw no need to raise her voice. It was her mindmate, her clutch. Mildly pleased that her dragon’s eggs were so sought after, she still raged at the injury done on Selenitas by those after the (misleading) queen egg. They had no right, and she very much wanted the responsible party with their head on a platter. If, of course, the responsible parties had not all been destroyed in the process.
Her face turned toward Ka’rys’s ear again, voice dropping to the barest of whispers. “If we’re their supply line, Fort will have twice as many reasons to get rid of us too. We can’t turn him away, but I’d like something a little better than a few trained fighters,” she murmured quietly, not sure at all if the bronzerider would appreciate her opinion. Too bad. She had given it already.