19.Jan.13, 02:03 AM
A'liran instinctively recoiled when he saw the bronzerider's frown. He drew up, watching the man with mistrust, only to find himself surprised at the response.
Now, Ali knew a good rant when he heard it. He went on his own rants all the time. He loved to spit fire at all the things in life that frustrated him, but most of it was little more than harmless smoke. He was used to even his fellow greenriders or others he wanted to protect, groups like women and northerners, laughing at him. Bronzeriders especially enjoyed laughing at him. Now, seeing this one apparently get angry at his casual account of violence, was surprising. Yet again he wasn't sure what to say.
I think he's serious Astoreth said before Ali could even ask his question. The green dragon purred, then began to float slowly towards the bank. A'liran sat up on her back, riding her like Pern's laziest barge. "You're surprised?" the greenrider asked, curious eyes flashing to B'run once he felt like it was safe to speak.
"Shards...my maiden flight ended in a broken nose," he said, sour at the memory. Astoreth's eyes flushed red for a moment as she latched on to his recollection of the event. And to think, that day had been so lovely otherwise!
I'm sorry I allowed that to happen to you she said, almost sullen. She didn't regret the flight itself, but it bothered her to think of how often her cycle got him hurt. Of course, she was also of the opinion that he wouldn't get hurt so badly if he'd just lay back and enjoy it...
"Happens all the time," A'liran said, to both of them. He gave the dragon a pat and sighed. He looked to B'run, expression finally softening in recognition of the bronzerider's words. "You would be one of the few who feels that way, I'd imagine," he grumbled.
Now, Ali knew a good rant when he heard it. He went on his own rants all the time. He loved to spit fire at all the things in life that frustrated him, but most of it was little more than harmless smoke. He was used to even his fellow greenriders or others he wanted to protect, groups like women and northerners, laughing at him. Bronzeriders especially enjoyed laughing at him. Now, seeing this one apparently get angry at his casual account of violence, was surprising. Yet again he wasn't sure what to say.
"Shards...my maiden flight ended in a broken nose," he said, sour at the memory. Astoreth's eyes flushed red for a moment as she latched on to his recollection of the event. And to think, that day had been so lovely otherwise!
"Happens all the time," A'liran said, to both of them. He gave the dragon a pat and sighed. He looked to B'run, expression finally softening in recognition of the bronzerider's words. "You would be one of the few who feels that way, I'd imagine," he grumbled.