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23.Feb.12, 06:16 PM
I'shan snorted. "Necessary is putting it too lightly," he said, shifting his weight to one leg and placing his hands on his hips. "'Natural' is more like it. If she wants to look down on you for enjoying your own skin, well...that's her problem, and she's going to miss out on a lot," he said. People like that tended to either adapt over time or make themselves miserable by their own stubbornness, and that suited him just fine. He imagined the girl would eventually lighten up, though, especially if she Impressed a dragon. His favorite example of a weyrspoiled prude was the Weyrleader himself, after all. The life of a dragonman promised hilarious complications for those sort of people!
"So if she's going to be a wherry to you over that," I'shan continued in a smooth, catty voice, "then that's her problem. You can find better people to spend your time on." Of course, he didn't know both sides of the story, but that had never stopped him from being a total brat before.
His face fell abruptly at Lym's next question. Unlike many who may have been alarmed at the sudden shift of topic, I'shan followed it just fine. It was the topic itself that disturbed him. He inhaled sharply, his brows furrowing with what may have even been anger, and his placid expression twisted into a bitter frown.
I'shan was not well suited to exile. He'd suffered terribly during those three turns, surviving both physically and emotionally by a mixture of Ilveriath's patient love and well...luck. He'd spent his first couple turns at Katila desperately throwing himself at the weyrbuilding project, pursuing the new project with dramatic zeal, trying with all his heart and soul to forget about those years in the wilderness. He'd spent the turns since then trying to forget it ever happened and wash the details from his mind, and shardit, it almost worked. Almost.
I'shan's resilient mind had recovered from the ordeal, leaving few true scars, but that didn't change the fact that the topic put him in a foul mood.
"I don't talk about that," he snapped with unintentional abruptness. It was something akin to shoving his fingers in his ears and screaming 'lalalalala!' to avoid having to hear unpleasant truths. Ilveriath, suddenly roused form his comfort, bumped I'shan with his snout to try and diffuse the rider's anger.
I apologize Ilveriath whispered to Lymsleia. It is painful for him to remember. He prefers not to think about it the blue explained.
"So if she's going to be a wherry to you over that," I'shan continued in a smooth, catty voice, "then that's her problem. You can find better people to spend your time on." Of course, he didn't know both sides of the story, but that had never stopped him from being a total brat before.
His face fell abruptly at Lym's next question. Unlike many who may have been alarmed at the sudden shift of topic, I'shan followed it just fine. It was the topic itself that disturbed him. He inhaled sharply, his brows furrowing with what may have even been anger, and his placid expression twisted into a bitter frown.
I'shan was not well suited to exile. He'd suffered terribly during those three turns, surviving both physically and emotionally by a mixture of Ilveriath's patient love and well...luck. He'd spent his first couple turns at Katila desperately throwing himself at the weyrbuilding project, pursuing the new project with dramatic zeal, trying with all his heart and soul to forget about those years in the wilderness. He'd spent the turns since then trying to forget it ever happened and wash the details from his mind, and shardit, it almost worked. Almost.
I'shan's resilient mind had recovered from the ordeal, leaving few true scars, but that didn't change the fact that the topic put him in a foul mood.
"I don't talk about that," he snapped with unintentional abruptness. It was something akin to shoving his fingers in his ears and screaming 'lalalalala!' to avoid having to hear unpleasant truths. Ilveriath, suddenly roused form his comfort, bumped I'shan with his snout to try and diffuse the rider's anger.
I apologize Ilveriath whispered to Lymsleia. It is painful for him to remember. He prefers not to think about it the blue explained.
