14.May.13, 01:00 PM
Isscer personally doubted A'liran's assertion that Astoreth would be fine; her Bonded had nearly attracted the attention of S'kef, who was known to be brutal when he took the notion. The Farmcrafter figured that would be enough to ruffle the feathers of anyone, but especially the dragon since there was the mind-link between dragon and rider. Still, Isscer only nodded--he didn't know the first thing about dragons and had no desire to do so.
The overwhelming feeling of despair intensified when the dragons--and Edik, perched on Isscer's shoulder--began the death keening for the executed bronzepair. If S'kef (and the Weyr) could execute a bronze and his rider, Isscer shuddered to think of what would happen if a greenrider or Candidate attracted the attention of the mob. Perhaps that was why he had been so afraid for A'liran, frightened that someone would turn their attention to the greenrider and then finagle it so something bad would happen. He had already been lashed once, and Isscer did not believe in third chances.
"I know," Isscer said, mouth curling into a sad smile to match A'liran's. "I believe you." In truth he hadn't known, but a part of him had wanted it to happen if only as a means to calm A'liran down faster. A part of him believed that the greenrider spoke true, but everyone had their breaking points--it was just that A'liran's hadn't been just then.
At least in the kitchens the noise was deafened somewhat. Isscer managed to procure a skin of wine from a drudge as well as two glasses before he made his way back to A'liran. "You look positively green," he observed, not aware that there was a potential joke there, expression serious. "Do you want something to eat as well?" It was a distraction technique, as Isscer was hoping to avoid discussion about his life and the recent Hatching by keeping the focus on A'liran. "Perhaps just sitting down will do you good."
The overwhelming feeling of despair intensified when the dragons--and Edik, perched on Isscer's shoulder--began the death keening for the executed bronzepair. If S'kef (and the Weyr) could execute a bronze and his rider, Isscer shuddered to think of what would happen if a greenrider or Candidate attracted the attention of the mob. Perhaps that was why he had been so afraid for A'liran, frightened that someone would turn their attention to the greenrider and then finagle it so something bad would happen. He had already been lashed once, and Isscer did not believe in third chances.
"I know," Isscer said, mouth curling into a sad smile to match A'liran's. "I believe you." In truth he hadn't known, but a part of him had wanted it to happen if only as a means to calm A'liran down faster. A part of him believed that the greenrider spoke true, but everyone had their breaking points--it was just that A'liran's hadn't been just then.
At least in the kitchens the noise was deafened somewhat. Isscer managed to procure a skin of wine from a drudge as well as two glasses before he made his way back to A'liran. "You look positively green," he observed, not aware that there was a potential joke there, expression serious. "Do you want something to eat as well?" It was a distraction technique, as Isscer was hoping to avoid discussion about his life and the recent Hatching by keeping the focus on A'liran. "Perhaps just sitting down will do you good."