14.Aug.13, 01:26 AM
"I can't believe I opened my fat mouth!" I'shan lamented as he hastily tossed some vegetables in a pot of water. His fire lizards were all assembled close by, hissing and jostling as they watched, knowing that a frantic cooking session usually resulted in discarded scraps. Sadly, this particular meal yielded only veggies so far. There was no meat in sight.
I'm sure it will be fine Ilveriath said thoughtfully, even though he wasn't actually sure. I'shan had a way of making things worse for himself. The dragon reassured him anyhow, keeping his concerns quietly internalized and letting out a physical sigh. Poor I'shan...it never seemed to end.
I'shan fussed over his soup for some time. He wanted it to be perfect...it had to be! He'd already ruined a perfectly good, lighthearted conversation with his comical weeping! He had to make it up to them, he just had to! And already he'd done them a disservice...he didn't have anything to make dessert with! He would just have to make the soup extra perfect!
He'd upset them once already, and now he'd invited them over...he was going to have to tell them. He wasn't sure why that notion filled him with such dread, just that it did. He was filled with dread, and it had nothing to do with his friends. They were wonderful and supportive...he just hated to actually confront the source of his pain.
He seated himself and watched the soup simmer. It would be done soon, and he'd already poured some glasses of lovely light wine. He hoped they would be along soon...he was so sick and tired of being lonely.
I'shan fussed over his soup for some time. He wanted it to be perfect...it had to be! He'd already ruined a perfectly good, lighthearted conversation with his comical weeping! He had to make it up to them, he just had to! And already he'd done them a disservice...he didn't have anything to make dessert with! He would just have to make the soup extra perfect!
He'd upset them once already, and now he'd invited them over...he was going to have to tell them. He wasn't sure why that notion filled him with such dread, just that it did. He was filled with dread, and it had nothing to do with his friends. They were wonderful and supportive...he just hated to actually confront the source of his pain.
He seated himself and watched the soup simmer. It would be done soon, and he'd already poured some glasses of lovely light wine. He hoped they would be along soon...he was so sick and tired of being lonely.