Post by glamourie on Dec 24, 2008 1:13:45 GMT -5
Ciceroth crooned softly. It wasn't exactly an unfriendly sound but there wasn't as much warmth in it as there could have been; his ego was still smarting, perhaps rightly. He had no real desire to think about Aslath, though. While he did find it flattering that Hepaticath evidently thought him worthy of her attention, at the very least thought him more deserving than Corinth, he was too busy being agitated to take that compliment fully to heart. He kept it in mind, but for the moment, his thoughts were still racing. Was Kindrith okay? Why would Aslath pick an insecure dragon like Corinth? Then again, Aslath felt threatened by a green, was he really surprised that she picked a bronze more suited to her? Salenth wasn't there either -- that was funny; would Salenth have reacted similarly to him? He doubted it, but he had the distinct impression that he wouldn't have approved of Corinth and the other two's antics, either. Practicality dictated that letting a dragon get injured simply because of ego was pathetic. They were pathetic. He was disgruntled and angry. Ciceroth nuzzled his head against his wing, burrowing as best he could against his own body. He was annoyed, hurt and appalled. And he couldn't let it go.
Her words did distract him some, though, and Ciceroth peeked his head out to croon again. A distinct note of curiosity laced the sound and he nudged Hepaticath's side as best he could from his twisted and curled up position, awkward though it was. You did not scare me, he corrected, though she had; he wasn't going to go into exact details of why, it was easier to leave the matter alone. Hepaticath was young enough to not understand the way that most queens ruled the Weyr with an iron claw, and he had no intentions of introducing her to that side of her nature. Aslath showed it better than most with her attitude of Selenitas being her Weyr - the very same attitude Grenostith had, except that she was practical as well as bossy. He barely remembered his dam, but Ka'rys did, and his rider's melancholy made him miss her, too. Strange, that. I am not hiding from you. I am trying to get comfortable. I always sleep like this. Rysmine says I sleep on my head. A slight hint of amusement colored his 'voice' as he spoke; it wasn't the first time he'd said anything like that, but the truth was, Ka'rys did mention that often. He liked sleeping in odd positions.
Ka'rys cast a glance toward Hepaticath and Ciceroth before shaking his head slowly. "Insecure is part of it, but a lot of it is... outrage? Confusion, irritation? He doesn't understand why she'd think Corinth is better than him, when Corinth - in his mind - felt threatened by a blue," he explained softly. "He justifies it as them deserving one another, since Aslath felt threatened by Tanith but... I think he's bothered that she'd 'settle' for Corinth over him. He genuinely believes he's the best, and he can't understand how anyone can miss that." The exasperation in his tone was undeniable. "I don't know why it matters. He doesn't even like Aslath. He respects her position as Senior Queen and he's kind to her because he's incapable of being anything but, but... Ciceroth really dislikes her. He didn't, until after he Caught her. He was disgusted by how Shmee made me feel, and the fact that Aslath treated him as a second-class dragon a lot of the time irritated him. Then Tanith's flight just... pushed him into true dislike. It's really not common for a bronze to dislike a queen, but he definitely dislikes her..."
His voice trailed off and he glanced at Savitri before smiling. The look was slightly mysterious and meant to be. "I don't like losing. I don't feel like I lost." He didn't elaborate. If Savitri didn't understand, that was her problem. Not being Weyrleader anymore really meant nothing to him. One less responsibility. Shmee wasn't exactly a prize to work with and he no longer had to ever speak to her again. Given a choice, he also wouldn't. She was ... exasperating.
What was with that look? Ignoring the sudden burst of defensiveness he felt at the implication that Kindrith and E'yan were old, Ka'rys shrugged. "Ciceroth and Kindrith are of the same clutch, yes. He's... E'yan is actually younger than I am," he said weakly. "I was actually older than most of my Weyrling class... because I wasn't allowed to Stand until I was sixteen." He shook his head, one strand of dark brown sliding down over his face. "Should I be flattered that I evidently look much younger than I am?" Not that it was news to him -- he'd always looked young -- but it still surprised him that Savitri ... didn't realize. Even if she had unintentionally implied he was old. Oops.
Her words did distract him some, though, and Ciceroth peeked his head out to croon again. A distinct note of curiosity laced the sound and he nudged Hepaticath's side as best he could from his twisted and curled up position, awkward though it was. You did not scare me, he corrected, though she had; he wasn't going to go into exact details of why, it was easier to leave the matter alone. Hepaticath was young enough to not understand the way that most queens ruled the Weyr with an iron claw, and he had no intentions of introducing her to that side of her nature. Aslath showed it better than most with her attitude of Selenitas being her Weyr - the very same attitude Grenostith had, except that she was practical as well as bossy. He barely remembered his dam, but Ka'rys did, and his rider's melancholy made him miss her, too. Strange, that. I am not hiding from you. I am trying to get comfortable. I always sleep like this. Rysmine says I sleep on my head. A slight hint of amusement colored his 'voice' as he spoke; it wasn't the first time he'd said anything like that, but the truth was, Ka'rys did mention that often. He liked sleeping in odd positions.
Ka'rys cast a glance toward Hepaticath and Ciceroth before shaking his head slowly. "Insecure is part of it, but a lot of it is... outrage? Confusion, irritation? He doesn't understand why she'd think Corinth is better than him, when Corinth - in his mind - felt threatened by a blue," he explained softly. "He justifies it as them deserving one another, since Aslath felt threatened by Tanith but... I think he's bothered that she'd 'settle' for Corinth over him. He genuinely believes he's the best, and he can't understand how anyone can miss that." The exasperation in his tone was undeniable. "I don't know why it matters. He doesn't even like Aslath. He respects her position as Senior Queen and he's kind to her because he's incapable of being anything but, but... Ciceroth really dislikes her. He didn't, until after he Caught her. He was disgusted by how Shmee made me feel, and the fact that Aslath treated him as a second-class dragon a lot of the time irritated him. Then Tanith's flight just... pushed him into true dislike. It's really not common for a bronze to dislike a queen, but he definitely dislikes her..."
His voice trailed off and he glanced at Savitri before smiling. The look was slightly mysterious and meant to be. "I don't like losing. I don't feel like I lost." He didn't elaborate. If Savitri didn't understand, that was her problem. Not being Weyrleader anymore really meant nothing to him. One less responsibility. Shmee wasn't exactly a prize to work with and he no longer had to ever speak to her again. Given a choice, he also wouldn't. She was ... exasperating.
What was with that look? Ignoring the sudden burst of defensiveness he felt at the implication that Kindrith and E'yan were old, Ka'rys shrugged. "Ciceroth and Kindrith are of the same clutch, yes. He's... E'yan is actually younger than I am," he said weakly. "I was actually older than most of my Weyrling class... because I wasn't allowed to Stand until I was sixteen." He shook his head, one strand of dark brown sliding down over his face. "Should I be flattered that I evidently look much younger than I am?" Not that it was news to him -- he'd always looked young -- but it still surprised him that Savitri ... didn't realize. Even if she had unintentionally implied he was old. Oops.