Post by madb on Oct 20, 2012 21:49:56 GMT -5
Maylin kicked him in the balls, and Vahguel cried out in pain and fury--that she would dare, the little, unimportant, ugly watch-wher! He growled and attempted to curl in on himself but she was struggling mightily with him now, and somehow managed to flip him. The candidate rolled, glad of his unusually high pain tolerance, and stopped with his head face-down in the sand.
He spat the sand out of his mouth. He was about to get up and rush at her again--shards, if only he had his knife on him--when he was interrupted.
STOP. THAT. NOW.
Vah flinched back, trying to pick himself up in time to move out of the way, but was nicked by the tail on her on his way. He fell back, and hit the sands again, this time landing on his butt.
Oh, burn her, he could hear ringing in his head and nothing else for precious seconds. Precious seconds that he needed to patch up the situation.
His eyes narrowed. However, sense had come back to him.
"Please forgive me!" He shouted, standing up with a slight wince. He attempted to make his voice carry as best as possible, but kept his eyes on the golden queen, addressing it mainly to her. "What I did here was a slap in the face to all of Mavros, indeed, all the weyrs of Pern!" He said, solemnly, though he could really care less, "Please, know that my behavior here today was a matter of heat-fever, and that I am truly ashamed. For this is not what Mavros is about! This is not what the hatching is about! I have shamed this beautiful golden Queen and her clutch."
He took a deep breath. Letting go of his pride, he stumbled back onto the sands, on his knees, feeling the heat against his legs barely separated by the thin candidate robe. He gritted his teeth, but he needed to do as much damage-control as he could, to salvage this situation. Releasing a deep breath, he prostrated his body.
"I am so, so very sorry," he said, now crying openly. The tears were, of course, real, but the emotion was fake. It was an old player trick; dream of what makes you sorrowful. Not that Vah would ever share what that was...
"Zalmaranth, I would leave these sands..." he stood up again, wiping away his tears, and straightened his shoulders. "As I am now, I am unworthy. I can only attempt--I can only attempt, only hope, to better myself someday..." With a carefully calculated drooping, the young man made his way from the eggs and as far away as possible.
It was as best as he could salvage.
He spat the sand out of his mouth. He was about to get up and rush at her again--shards, if only he had his knife on him--when he was interrupted.
STOP. THAT. NOW.
Vah flinched back, trying to pick himself up in time to move out of the way, but was nicked by the tail on her on his way. He fell back, and hit the sands again, this time landing on his butt.
Oh, burn her, he could hear ringing in his head and nothing else for precious seconds. Precious seconds that he needed to patch up the situation.
His eyes narrowed. However, sense had come back to him.
"Please forgive me!" He shouted, standing up with a slight wince. He attempted to make his voice carry as best as possible, but kept his eyes on the golden queen, addressing it mainly to her. "What I did here was a slap in the face to all of Mavros, indeed, all the weyrs of Pern!" He said, solemnly, though he could really care less, "Please, know that my behavior here today was a matter of heat-fever, and that I am truly ashamed. For this is not what Mavros is about! This is not what the hatching is about! I have shamed this beautiful golden Queen and her clutch."
He took a deep breath. Letting go of his pride, he stumbled back onto the sands, on his knees, feeling the heat against his legs barely separated by the thin candidate robe. He gritted his teeth, but he needed to do as much damage-control as he could, to salvage this situation. Releasing a deep breath, he prostrated his body.
"I am so, so very sorry," he said, now crying openly. The tears were, of course, real, but the emotion was fake. It was an old player trick; dream of what makes you sorrowful. Not that Vah would ever share what that was...
"Zalmaranth, I would leave these sands..." he stood up again, wiping away his tears, and straightened his shoulders. "As I am now, I am unworthy. I can only attempt--I can only attempt, only hope, to better myself someday..." With a carefully calculated drooping, the young man made his way from the eggs and as far away as possible.
It was as best as he could salvage.