15.May.13, 11:36 PM
The walk to the kitchens gave A'liran some time to brood about the situation without having to actually talk about it. He was bothered by Astoreth's distress, the actual act of the execution, and even his own behavior. As annoyed as he was, Isscer was right; that could have very easily turned ugly, and he was lucky that he got out of there without managing to make too much of a fuss. The situation could have escalated, and who knew what would have happened at that point.
Ali didn't like thinking about mortality, his own or anyone else's.
"Sitting is good, food is not," he announced as he flopped into a seat, taking a moment to rub his forehead and catch his breath. His stomach was already queasy from the day's events and his own recent thoughts. The last thing he needed to do was drop some food on top of it. He frowned for a second, then looked back at Isscer. "..Thanks for the offer though," he murmured, trying to take the edge off of his voice. He realized that his hands were still shaking and groaned.
He gratefully accepted the glass of wine and took a short sip. "This isn't how dragonriders are supposed to act."
Ali didn't like thinking about mortality, his own or anyone else's.
"Sitting is good, food is not," he announced as he flopped into a seat, taking a moment to rub his forehead and catch his breath. His stomach was already queasy from the day's events and his own recent thoughts. The last thing he needed to do was drop some food on top of it. He frowned for a second, then looked back at Isscer. "..Thanks for the offer though," he murmured, trying to take the edge off of his voice. He realized that his hands were still shaking and groaned.
He gratefully accepted the glass of wine and took a short sip. "This isn't how dragonriders are supposed to act."