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09.Apr.13, 10:11 PM
Disgusting.
A'liran stood in the middle of the crowd, eyes fixed hawkishly on the 'Weyrleader' as he stepped forward to begin his little pre-murder speech. The injustice of it was grating. Ali never cared much for D'ren either, of course, and he certainly didn't give a rat's ass about Tsuen, but this was disgusting. Shouldn't the bronzerider just be exiled? Why did he hve to be killed? Was it some sort of insane power-grab?
The greenrider didn't like it one bit. He fumed, reminding himself to keep his mouth shut as he watched S'kef call for the crowd's attention. Lump grumbled irritably on his shoulder, red eyes reflecting his bonded's mood. Ali wasn't sure where Bastard had gotten off to. The little creature was probably purposefully avoiding the negativity before Lump put him in a foul mood himself. Ali could hardly blame the little beast.
Please Astoreth whispered sweetly in the back of his mind. Please don't do anything foolish, A'liran. Please. Now is not the time to expose yourself . He voice was soft and pleading. It was unusual, and for a moment it doused the greenrider's fire.
Baby girl...don't worry about me so much the greenrider replied, mindvoice cold with anger directed at the leadership. I'm going to be just fine.
No... the green dragon replied, hissing with dissent from her nearby perch atop a building. You're not. You're lying to me! She flared her wings and curled up, eyes boiling red.
She would just have to find someone else. She reached out, but while A'liran had many acquaintances and drinking buddies, he didn't have many steadfast friends. Those he did have were either too timid to interfere or were too far away to matter right now. Where was B'run? She didn't see him, but she did reach out to Olemuth, warning him that the greenrider might soon need help.
Astoreth had another idea, too. D'hys might have been rough around the edges, but Ali found a strange comfort in the man's company. D'hys seemed immune to Ali's outrage as well, so maybe he could help.
Zeianth the green whispered. A'liran is agitated. I don't know what to do . She normally liked to playfully argue with the blue and she knew that speaking directly to D'hys angered him, but right now wasn't the time. She was much too worried and much too fragile in her state of mind to upset a higher ranking dragon. What do I do? What do I do?! He's going to get himself hurt...
A'liran could sense her tension, and it wasn't helping his mood. He scowled and watched as S'kef called R'nya up to begin the process, and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Murderers!" he popped off, shouting above the crowd. "Murderers!"
Lump shrieked and took off as Tyrrisath turned his red eyes on them. A'liran took an alarmed step back as S'kef's head snapped in his direction, but the brownrider paid Ali surprisingly little attention. "Someone get him out of here," he ordered dismissively, to no one in particular.
A'liran stood in the middle of the crowd, eyes fixed hawkishly on the 'Weyrleader' as he stepped forward to begin his little pre-murder speech. The injustice of it was grating. Ali never cared much for D'ren either, of course, and he certainly didn't give a rat's ass about Tsuen, but this was disgusting. Shouldn't the bronzerider just be exiled? Why did he hve to be killed? Was it some sort of insane power-grab?
The greenrider didn't like it one bit. He fumed, reminding himself to keep his mouth shut as he watched S'kef call for the crowd's attention. Lump grumbled irritably on his shoulder, red eyes reflecting his bonded's mood. Ali wasn't sure where Bastard had gotten off to. The little creature was probably purposefully avoiding the negativity before Lump put him in a foul mood himself. Ali could hardly blame the little beast.
Baby girl...don't worry about me so much the greenrider replied, mindvoice cold with anger directed at the leadership. I'm going to be just fine.
She would just have to find someone else. She reached out, but while A'liran had many acquaintances and drinking buddies, he didn't have many steadfast friends. Those he did have were either too timid to interfere or were too far away to matter right now. Where was B'run? She didn't see him, but she did reach out to Olemuth, warning him that the greenrider might soon need help.
Astoreth had another idea, too. D'hys might have been rough around the edges, but Ali found a strange comfort in the man's company. D'hys seemed immune to Ali's outrage as well, so maybe he could help.
A'liran could sense her tension, and it wasn't helping his mood. He scowled and watched as S'kef called R'nya up to begin the process, and he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Murderers!" he popped off, shouting above the crowd. "Murderers!"
Lump shrieked and took off as Tyrrisath turned his red eyes on them. A'liran took an alarmed step back as S'kef's head snapped in his direction, but the brownrider paid Ali surprisingly little attention. "Someone get him out of here," he ordered dismissively, to no one in particular.
