Post by maggie on May 6, 2011 23:27:40 GMT -5
Takei was fairly sure that if the Warden knew about what he was doing, he would not be allowed to stay at the Weyr much longer. Or maybe he did know and just disapproved at the goldhandler instead of bothering his flunkies. In any case, Takei was not a rider or a handler, which meant that he flew below most riders' radars, and the fact that he was only up and about at night made him even more invisible. This helped keep his activities and movements mainly outside of the Warden's notice.
Since those who lived at night were mainly wher handlers and shady characters, which wasn't exactly mutually exclusive, Takei had grown up around some interesting individuals. One of them was an old man, the headwoman's elderly father, whose actions Takei's mother had been charged to investigate since he was sneaking around at night and the Weyrleader feared that he was producing Dust. In fact, he had been producing something a lot less harmful, for most people. Takei had tagged along and he was very interested in the strong, grain-based alcohol the man was actually producing. It wasn't illegal, so his mother didn't report him to the Weyrleader, but she did tell her son that she disapproved of where he was disappearing to to shirk his chores. Takei had not ever thought that his moonshine making skills would ever be put to use. When he had met the wherhandler, he had quickly been disabused of this notion.
Which was why he was currently casually making his way to Zalman's office with a nice big bag full of unmarked bottles. He had wrapped them all in rags so that they didn't clink and thrown some bandages and stuff on top so that he could claim to be bringing him medical supplies. Not that anyone would be fooled, but no one ever thought to stop a surly teenager who looked like he was running errands that he didn't want to do. He had learned that usually, if he looked like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing and doing it with a scowl, no one really thought to question him.
He knocked on the door, then slipped inside. "I have the medicine, wherleader," he said quietly, although there was a small smirk on his face. "Is Zalmask in?"
Since those who lived at night were mainly wher handlers and shady characters, which wasn't exactly mutually exclusive, Takei had grown up around some interesting individuals. One of them was an old man, the headwoman's elderly father, whose actions Takei's mother had been charged to investigate since he was sneaking around at night and the Weyrleader feared that he was producing Dust. In fact, he had been producing something a lot less harmful, for most people. Takei had tagged along and he was very interested in the strong, grain-based alcohol the man was actually producing. It wasn't illegal, so his mother didn't report him to the Weyrleader, but she did tell her son that she disapproved of where he was disappearing to to shirk his chores. Takei had not ever thought that his moonshine making skills would ever be put to use. When he had met the wherhandler, he had quickly been disabused of this notion.
Which was why he was currently casually making his way to Zalman's office with a nice big bag full of unmarked bottles. He had wrapped them all in rags so that they didn't clink and thrown some bandages and stuff on top so that he could claim to be bringing him medical supplies. Not that anyone would be fooled, but no one ever thought to stop a surly teenager who looked like he was running errands that he didn't want to do. He had learned that usually, if he looked like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing and doing it with a scowl, no one really thought to question him.
He knocked on the door, then slipped inside. "I have the medicine, wherleader," he said quietly, although there was a small smirk on his face. "Is Zalmask in?"