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30.Apr.14, 06:14 AM
Khaduceth's voice was always so quiet and nice, Quelseth thought privately to herself as he responded. Perhaps for his imposing size he wasn't as bad as she had thought--he had never been anything but courteous to both her and S'cer (at least as far as she could remember), and he seemed like he wanted to help. She was soothed somewhat by the brown, and she turned her attention back to her rider, confident that this would help.
S'cer blinked, staring at her, eyebrows drawn together. She could feel his mind racing, trying to piece together what she had done despite the fact that she had just told him--perhaps he did not believe she could be so bold, but he ought to have known by now that she would do anything, anything at all, to make him happy. Eventually his expression smoothed out, and he shook his head as if to clear it.
Wingbeats overhead drew his attention, and when he realized who it was, S'cer turned a scathing look on her, scowling. The last person I need involved is him, he ground out through their mind-link, sounding sullen and angry. Whether he was angry at her, or angry at T'lian for coming, Quelseth didn't know--it didn't matter. For a brief moment she considered shrinking in on herself in the wake of his undisguised anger, but that thought was quickly set aside--she might have done so had this been any other person, but not with him.
She drew herself up to her full height, eyes a yellow shot through with streaks of red, and mustered all the courage she had.You're unhappy, and seem to like not telling me why. Perhaps if you won't talk to me, you'll talk to him.
He stared at her for a long moment, and briefly Quelseth thought he would argue, but eventually he turned away, seemingly cowed by her outburst. Quelseth took the time to size up T'lian, and driven by her need to do something to make her position known, she decided that there was no other option but to bespeak the healer. It was strange for her--dragons were one thing, and humans quite another--but she had quickly learned that S'cer had so few friends that those he did have were of the utmost importance to him. Her first time bespeaking anyone could have been worse, she supposed.
S'cer has been acting oddly, and sees fit not to divulge why to me. He is fond of you, and I hoped he would speak to you about it. She paused, considering her surroundings, then added, I do not know why he brought me here, but he spoke of Telgar and of your attempt to harm yourself.
Perhaps T'lian could make something of that knowledge, or so Quelseth hoped. S'cer was so reticent to discuss his past with her that she knew very little about it, and it seemed apparent to her that T'lian might have more luck than her in this case.
S'cer blinked, staring at her, eyebrows drawn together. She could feel his mind racing, trying to piece together what she had done despite the fact that she had just told him--perhaps he did not believe she could be so bold, but he ought to have known by now that she would do anything, anything at all, to make him happy. Eventually his expression smoothed out, and he shook his head as if to clear it.
Wingbeats overhead drew his attention, and when he realized who it was, S'cer turned a scathing look on her, scowling. The last person I need involved is him, he ground out through their mind-link, sounding sullen and angry. Whether he was angry at her, or angry at T'lian for coming, Quelseth didn't know--it didn't matter. For a brief moment she considered shrinking in on herself in the wake of his undisguised anger, but that thought was quickly set aside--she might have done so had this been any other person, but not with him.
She drew herself up to her full height, eyes a yellow shot through with streaks of red, and mustered all the courage she had.
He stared at her for a long moment, and briefly Quelseth thought he would argue, but eventually he turned away, seemingly cowed by her outburst. Quelseth took the time to size up T'lian, and driven by her need to do something to make her position known, she decided that there was no other option but to bespeak the healer. It was strange for her--dragons were one thing, and humans quite another--but she had quickly learned that S'cer had so few friends that those he did have were of the utmost importance to him. Her first time bespeaking anyone could have been worse, she supposed.
Perhaps T'lian could make something of that knowledge, or so Quelseth hoped. S'cer was so reticent to discuss his past with her that she knew very little about it, and it seemed apparent to her that T'lian might have more luck than her in this case.
