Brotherly Love [open]

[darkaire]

Dyleon gave the man a cold, borderline incredulous look. He didn't seem to have completely understood the boy's words or else he wouldn't have repeated them. Unless he was just shocked that he was owning up to his actions. "Yes," he confirmed dryly, "I just punched her." He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to repeat it. Surely the man was more intelligent than that.

Dy rolled his eyes when the man launched into a speech, but held his tongue during it. It wouldn't help him any to lash out now, not against this man who seemed to hold a high rank if he was under the authority to pounish him directly. He had not yet learned to read the knots most riders kept on their shoulders. He wondered what made the girl so valued, though he supposed the fact that she was alive made her valuable to the Weyr. Back at the Hold, he could have gotten away with this. Not here. Not that the fact would deter him from future harassment.

He decided to keep that to himelf when he spoke up next. "You're right about the no remorse bit, there," he mumbled, raising his tone to audible with: "Dyleon, Candidate and I look to no one but myself." His words seethed with thick pride, irritatingly so.

It didn't seem to phase the boy any that he would be punished, and if anything, he seemed proud of the fact. As much as he would find his punishment distasteful, he enjoyed that someone was making a fuss over one little punch. Of course he wished he'd been able to do more...

Meanwhile, Kaelsah sighed as he glanced over at his brother. "I'm afraid he doesn't care," he murmured, then left the older boy alone. Dyleon would be able to fend for himself. He turned light eyes to the girl with a soft smile. "Thank you anyway. I'm Kaelsah."

[kayla]

Neory had completely turned her attention away from the bullying candidate, and apparently older brother. "You're welcome, Kaelsah. Its nice to meet you, though I'm sorry that it was under these kinds of circumstances." She'd extend a hand to him in greeting, "I'm Neory."

If Dyleon tried to harass her in the future, he'd find that she would not let him bully her. She'd either ignore him completely or give him back what he deserved. She had an older brother, she more than knew how to take care of herself when she needed to and was not about to let anyone push her around.

Her smile was warm, though slightly marred by the bruise forming under her eye. "I understand that he's your brother and you love him, but that does not give him the right to bully you. Just, if you need to, let someone know, ok? Its not ok for him to bully you. And you have a friend now, Kaelsah. You don't have to let him hurt you, and you're not alone."

[thedreamerlady]

"Okay Dyleon." R'net replied with false cheer. Hands adjusting to the task of making this boy come along with him, as well as humilating the boy as much as possible, R'net remember the favorite trick of one of the creche women. He aimed for the boy's ear, and grabbed at it- not really feeling the need to be careful at all.

"By your leave, m'lady," R'net called to Neory as she spoke to the small boy, "The two of us are going to have a conversation with dear old V'nes now." Bowing slightly, and hoping the boy next to him would follow his example of how to treat a lady, he tugged on Dyleon's ear.

"Come along boy, I haven't got all day." And the Bronzerider began strolling off, still tugging.

((Dark, if you want to play him resisting being grabbed and/or getting away, tell me and I'll fix the post. I feel like I may have GMed a little)

[darkaire]

Kael smiled pleasantly, though there was no real emotion behind the expression. He was tired, and having a run-in with his ever irritable brother hadn't helped him regain any energy. Then again, the boy always seemed tired. "Neory," he repeated her name to make sure he was pronouncing it correctly. Her words fell on uncaring ears, as he knew how to keep himself safe from Dyleon. He would much rather his brother pick on him than someone else. Just look what it had caused, he thought, reaching up to brush cold fingers across the purpling bruise. "Let's go get that looked at, okay? You should have a nice looker there for a while," he spoke almost authoritatively, like he knew all about bruises. Neory would probably think the cause was the Candidate being towed away, but it wasn't.

In responce to the man's false cheer, Dy mustered his own, cheerful smile. It was mocking, and lasted only as long as it took for the man to notice. Then it evaporated into the latter dour expression. And that twisted into a snarl of pain when his ear was grabbed, then yanked. He was forced to follow wherever the man deemed to take him, and had to walk half-hunched to lessen the pain shooting through his head as he did so. "By your leave, kind sir," he mocked, still unwilling to act nice.