06.May.13, 10:56 PM
For a long, tense moment Isscer stared at A'liran, face frozen into an impassive mask. He wasn't afraid, but he was resigned to his fate--if A'liran wanted to hit him, then there was no point in fighting it. Of course, it would completely change his opinion of the greenrider; Isscer was slow to forgive, and he would probably always resent Indivara for hitting him. His heart thundered in his ears, breath held tightly between his clenched teeth as he waited for the punch that had nearly happened earlier.
It never came.
A'liran was ranting, but the moment had passed. The breath Isscer had been holding was expelled, whistling slightly through his teeth. The greenrider similarly seemed to deflate, and Isscer was finally able to breathe. He forced a smile, but it didn't meet his eyes; the tone was quiet but strained as he said dismissively, "It's fine." It was far from fine, but Isscer wasn't going to irritate the issue further. "You're not the first to want to hit me, or to even do so." The Farmcrafter nearly scowled at the allusion to Indivara, but tamped down on the urge.
At A'liran's gesture for him to come closer, Isscer took a step forward after a scant moment's hesitation. The increasingly familiar pressure of claws settling on his left shoulder announced Edik's arrival--at some point during the altercation earlier he had blinked between. The brown, sensing Isscer's fading anger and increasing sense of despair, nuzzled at the Farmcrafter's ear, chirping quietly. Callused fingers brushed down the brown's neck for a moment before Isscer's hand fell back to his side.
"I need a drink." He shot A'liran a look and added, "So do you. Do you want to go see to her first?" He meant Astoreth, but was at present still uncomfortable mentioning the green by name. He was uncomfortable around most dragons, and avoided being around them directly to the point of sheer foolishness. "I'm sure you frightened her."
It never came.
A'liran was ranting, but the moment had passed. The breath Isscer had been holding was expelled, whistling slightly through his teeth. The greenrider similarly seemed to deflate, and Isscer was finally able to breathe. He forced a smile, but it didn't meet his eyes; the tone was quiet but strained as he said dismissively, "It's fine." It was far from fine, but Isscer wasn't going to irritate the issue further. "You're not the first to want to hit me, or to even do so." The Farmcrafter nearly scowled at the allusion to Indivara, but tamped down on the urge.
At A'liran's gesture for him to come closer, Isscer took a step forward after a scant moment's hesitation. The increasingly familiar pressure of claws settling on his left shoulder announced Edik's arrival--at some point during the altercation earlier he had blinked between. The brown, sensing Isscer's fading anger and increasing sense of despair, nuzzled at the Farmcrafter's ear, chirping quietly. Callused fingers brushed down the brown's neck for a moment before Isscer's hand fell back to his side.
"I need a drink." He shot A'liran a look and added, "So do you. Do you want to go see to her first?" He meant Astoreth, but was at present still uncomfortable mentioning the green by name. He was uncomfortable around most dragons, and avoided being around them directly to the point of sheer foolishness. "I'm sure you frightened her."