Post by kat on Nov 1, 2010 19:58:00 GMT -5
Alex watched the proceedings with pursed lips. When instructed to come forward she did so, making sure she was actually one of the ones in the front of the group. She wanted a chance at riding the blue. She didn't care whose dragon it was. Riding a dragon by yourself had to be an adrenaline rush. Caden certainly looked happy about it. She didn't blame...her. Again she had to shake off the desire to almost say 'it'. Because that stupid uncertainty rankled her. She didn't like being uncertain. About anything. Shells. She might as well ask.
Then a boy stepped forwards. Obviously another candidate; and great shells and stars if he wasn't being a deadglow. She knew that there were a few who did care about the fact the Weyr had been taken over. But there was a lot of them who thought these Wastelanders were born under the Red Star. She was quite sure they had to be, if they'd attack and take over another Weyr. But she wasn't about to act like a sun crazed wherry and shoot her mouth off at them unless they really, really provoked her. This guy had another thing coming if he thought mouthing off to these Wastelanders would change a sharding thing.
She was interested to see what the bluerider would do. She noted Caden coming in for a landing, looking as if there were tears in her eyes. Maybe she was imagining it and it was just the effect of wind in the eyes. Still, the expression said something else. Alex was pretty good at reading body language and expression. Even when someone tried to hide it. Something was simply off about Caden's behavior from the second she'd mounted up to the moment she'd returned. She was almost too practiced, and the ride had resulted in her looking...like she'd done this many times before and missed it. Was there even a distinct possibility...? Could that even happen? She knew that it had been tried and indeed had. It was probably a touchy subject. But Alex's curiosity was such that when she had a private moment with the other candidate? She was going to be asking her two questions now.
xXx
Mihkal wasn't really wanting to go forward. Again everyone else was doing it and he ended up doing so, too. He wasn't a coward or anything. Far from it. He just felt...irked by this all. Something about it wasn't exactly right. And when Mort spoke up it was as if he was voicing Mihkal's own musings from earlier. What was stopping these invaders from killing someone for doing something they didn't like? They'd had no problem killing dragons, riders and even the little companions of the riders when they'd invaded. Mihkal could only feel disgusted by that. He was really suddenly glad he'd had neither salamandyr or firelizard when they'd come. He really felt for those who had and who had lost them.
It was hard for him to hate these people he didn't know. Hate what they'd done? Most certainly. But hate them...he didn't know them. He couldn't fathom why they would have done what they did, in the manner they'd done it. To join a Weyr and to take it over by force and violence were two very different things. And then those riders and others had fled, leaving the rest to their fate. He almost felt...betrayed. T'lor had stayed. Why had they all left? Were they ever coming back? His attention was mostly on Mort, though. What courage it took to say what others would not. He didn't like that Mort was the only one to voice what he'd been thinking. Almost unthinkingly he stepped forward and stood beside the other candidate. If there was trouble...he was no coward. Mort was braver than any of those who just thought and did not speak. Or maybe a bit of a dimglow...he shut the little voice in the back of his mind up, and inhaled sharply.
He noted Caden returning but that was a small thing compared. She got down about as well as she'd gotten up, looking wind stung a bit, but otherwise all right. She probably had a dragonrider parents or friends. Lucky, but they all had a chance to Impress now. He warily watched their bluerider candidatemaster, and hoped that things would not go too badly with Mort...
Then a boy stepped forwards. Obviously another candidate; and great shells and stars if he wasn't being a deadglow. She knew that there were a few who did care about the fact the Weyr had been taken over. But there was a lot of them who thought these Wastelanders were born under the Red Star. She was quite sure they had to be, if they'd attack and take over another Weyr. But she wasn't about to act like a sun crazed wherry and shoot her mouth off at them unless they really, really provoked her. This guy had another thing coming if he thought mouthing off to these Wastelanders would change a sharding thing.
She was interested to see what the bluerider would do. She noted Caden coming in for a landing, looking as if there were tears in her eyes. Maybe she was imagining it and it was just the effect of wind in the eyes. Still, the expression said something else. Alex was pretty good at reading body language and expression. Even when someone tried to hide it. Something was simply off about Caden's behavior from the second she'd mounted up to the moment she'd returned. She was almost too practiced, and the ride had resulted in her looking...like she'd done this many times before and missed it. Was there even a distinct possibility...? Could that even happen? She knew that it had been tried and indeed had. It was probably a touchy subject. But Alex's curiosity was such that when she had a private moment with the other candidate? She was going to be asking her two questions now.
xXx
Mihkal wasn't really wanting to go forward. Again everyone else was doing it and he ended up doing so, too. He wasn't a coward or anything. Far from it. He just felt...irked by this all. Something about it wasn't exactly right. And when Mort spoke up it was as if he was voicing Mihkal's own musings from earlier. What was stopping these invaders from killing someone for doing something they didn't like? They'd had no problem killing dragons, riders and even the little companions of the riders when they'd invaded. Mihkal could only feel disgusted by that. He was really suddenly glad he'd had neither salamandyr or firelizard when they'd come. He really felt for those who had and who had lost them.
It was hard for him to hate these people he didn't know. Hate what they'd done? Most certainly. But hate them...he didn't know them. He couldn't fathom why they would have done what they did, in the manner they'd done it. To join a Weyr and to take it over by force and violence were two very different things. And then those riders and others had fled, leaving the rest to their fate. He almost felt...betrayed. T'lor had stayed. Why had they all left? Were they ever coming back? His attention was mostly on Mort, though. What courage it took to say what others would not. He didn't like that Mort was the only one to voice what he'd been thinking. Almost unthinkingly he stepped forward and stood beside the other candidate. If there was trouble...he was no coward. Mort was braver than any of those who just thought and did not speak. Or maybe a bit of a dimglow...he shut the little voice in the back of his mind up, and inhaled sharply.
He noted Caden returning but that was a small thing compared. She got down about as well as she'd gotten up, looking wind stung a bit, but otherwise all right. She probably had a dragonrider parents or friends. Lucky, but they all had a chance to Impress now. He warily watched their bluerider candidatemaster, and hoped that things would not go too badly with Mort...