13.Feb.12, 01:22 AM
That went better than I expected Ilveritah said languidly as he blinked into being, his glossy hide melding nicely with the clear skies around him. He twisted his lithe body to one side and began a spiraling descent, eyes locked mirthfully on the thin form of his rider below.
I'shan emerged from dining hall with a half-amused, half-disappointed expression on his face. He was dressed in some of his favorite clothes, a harper-blue tunic paired with white pants and neatly laced black boots. He delicately brushed some crumbs from the front of his tunic and cast his eyes skyward, where he saw the dragon's lazy descent and broke into a wide smile.
If nothing else, I feel important now! I'shan said, watching eagerly as Ilveriath swooped in for a careful landing. Breakfast with the Weyrleader!
The dragon back-winged a few dragonlengths off and settled daintily into the grass. I'm glad it was pleasant. Your manners impressed me. How unlike you, to show such mercy the dragon said with approving warmth and just a tiny sliver of playful teasing. Indeed it was unusual for I'shan to go out of his way to spare an adversary a bit of pain. Usually the finicky man enjoyed watching his enemies squirm a bit, but this was an unusual circumstance. He wasn't enjoying it quite so intensely this time.
Or perhaps you feel guilty Ilveriath chimed, giving his rider no chance to verbalize the defensive comeback brewing in the back of his mind. I'shan narrowed his eyes and stifled a giggle before breaking out into a trot, sliding up beside his dragon and tossing both arms around the creature's neck. "You are a beast," I'shan whispered against the dragon's hide.
Ilveriath rumbled in pleasure and slouched into the grass, dragging I'shan with him. The dragon relaxed on his side, wings sprawled and neck curled lovingly around his now-kneeling partner. I'shan stroked Ilveriath's hide lovingly and let out a thoughtful sigh. "What else was I to do, love? That boy has suffered enough because of me," he said. It still stung a bit, even considering the thought that he may have been wrong. He was satisfied though -and perhaps even a bit too satisfied - that he'd done what he figured was the right thing. Ilveriath suspected his bonded was doing the right thing for the wrong reasons, but didn't bother to say anything about it. I'shan tended to do as he pleased, and his actions rarely made a lot of sense. It was more fun that way anyhow.
I'shan cut his eyes away for a moment. In truth, he wasn't entirely willing to let it go. Ilveriath's point from the previous evening was a strong one, though; it was a bit immature for the bluerider to blackmail a candidate. And no mater how powerful his grudge, I'shan found it hard to play the victim when it came to the candidates he'd stolen. The kid didn't have to be a complete jerk, though. I'shan hadn't exactly meant him harm, though...well, maybe laughing at him was a bit much.
Still!
Feeling petty, I'shan dismissed the topic entirely. "Let's just relax!" he moved. Stomach full and conscious clear, the bluerider collapsed in the grass beside his dragon. I'shan still felt a good measure of spite towards Erisi. He figured the little snot deserved some comeuppance, but it was in the Weyrleader's hands now. Determined to relax and completely willing to ignore his problems, he sighed as he felt the soft grass below him and the warm sun on his skin.
I'shan emerged from dining hall with a half-amused, half-disappointed expression on his face. He was dressed in some of his favorite clothes, a harper-blue tunic paired with white pants and neatly laced black boots. He delicately brushed some crumbs from the front of his tunic and cast his eyes skyward, where he saw the dragon's lazy descent and broke into a wide smile.
If nothing else, I feel important now! I'shan said, watching eagerly as Ilveriath swooped in for a careful landing. Breakfast with the Weyrleader!
The dragon back-winged a few dragonlengths off and settled daintily into the grass. I'm glad it was pleasant. Your manners impressed me. How unlike you, to show such mercy the dragon said with approving warmth and just a tiny sliver of playful teasing. Indeed it was unusual for I'shan to go out of his way to spare an adversary a bit of pain. Usually the finicky man enjoyed watching his enemies squirm a bit, but this was an unusual circumstance. He wasn't enjoying it quite so intensely this time.
Or perhaps you feel guilty Ilveriath chimed, giving his rider no chance to verbalize the defensive comeback brewing in the back of his mind. I'shan narrowed his eyes and stifled a giggle before breaking out into a trot, sliding up beside his dragon and tossing both arms around the creature's neck. "You are a beast," I'shan whispered against the dragon's hide.
Ilveriath rumbled in pleasure and slouched into the grass, dragging I'shan with him. The dragon relaxed on his side, wings sprawled and neck curled lovingly around his now-kneeling partner. I'shan stroked Ilveriath's hide lovingly and let out a thoughtful sigh. "What else was I to do, love? That boy has suffered enough because of me," he said. It still stung a bit, even considering the thought that he may have been wrong. He was satisfied though -and perhaps even a bit too satisfied - that he'd done what he figured was the right thing. Ilveriath suspected his bonded was doing the right thing for the wrong reasons, but didn't bother to say anything about it. I'shan tended to do as he pleased, and his actions rarely made a lot of sense. It was more fun that way anyhow.
I'shan cut his eyes away for a moment. In truth, he wasn't entirely willing to let it go. Ilveriath's point from the previous evening was a strong one, though; it was a bit immature for the bluerider to blackmail a candidate. And no mater how powerful his grudge, I'shan found it hard to play the victim when it came to the candidates he'd stolen. The kid didn't have to be a complete jerk, though. I'shan hadn't exactly meant him harm, though...well, maybe laughing at him was a bit much.
Still!
Feeling petty, I'shan dismissed the topic entirely. "Let's just relax!" he moved. Stomach full and conscious clear, the bluerider collapsed in the grass beside his dragon. I'shan still felt a good measure of spite towards Erisi. He figured the little snot deserved some comeuppance, but it was in the Weyrleader's hands now. Determined to relax and completely willing to ignore his problems, he sighed as he felt the soft grass below him and the warm sun on his skin.