13.Oct.13, 01:13 AM
Ali paused, watching the frantic woman with confusion and a hint of anger. Why on Pern was she clamoring at him like this? What did she want? He started to recoil in frustration, but after a moment of focus, he realized he wasn't being bitched at or attacked. The woman wasn't attacking him, she was crying! The greenrider's weary frustration shifted quickly to a more protective anger as he took a step towards her.
"Hey...I'm not going to do anything to you," he said, his sense of justice almost insulted and absolutely alerted. Ali hated to see anyone suffer or be marginalized, and even if he didn't know the person in question, he was often quick to jump to their aid. A defenseless woman, and a non-rider at that? He could only imagine what had happened to spur her to such defensive panic. Ali's wild imagination was difficult to control sometimes, especially when he was carrying recent hardship of his own. He would rather help someone else than linger too long on the injustices done to himself, so the moment the situation became more clear, he was all over it.
"Hey! Calm down, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you," he said quickly, holding his hands up to show that he was harmless and unarmed. "I'm A'liran. Do I know you?" It was too dark to make out her face. He'd seen most everyone around, but he didn't know everyone well enough to guess her identity by silhouette.
He took a step back, giving her some space. He couldn't help but wonder if her panic had something to do with the fleeing form that Ali had just pushed passed. Was that man responsible for upsetting her? The bastard sure did seem to be fleeing the scene in a hurry! Typical...
"Hey...I'm not going to do anything to you," he said, his sense of justice almost insulted and absolutely alerted. Ali hated to see anyone suffer or be marginalized, and even if he didn't know the person in question, he was often quick to jump to their aid. A defenseless woman, and a non-rider at that? He could only imagine what had happened to spur her to such defensive panic. Ali's wild imagination was difficult to control sometimes, especially when he was carrying recent hardship of his own. He would rather help someone else than linger too long on the injustices done to himself, so the moment the situation became more clear, he was all over it.
"Hey! Calm down, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you," he said quickly, holding his hands up to show that he was harmless and unarmed. "I'm A'liran. Do I know you?" It was too dark to make out her face. He'd seen most everyone around, but he didn't know everyone well enough to guess her identity by silhouette.
He took a step back, giving her some space. He couldn't help but wonder if her panic had something to do with the fleeing form that Ali had just pushed passed. Was that man responsible for upsetting her? The bastard sure did seem to be fleeing the scene in a hurry! Typical...