23.Apr.14, 05:33 PM
Nothing was worse than getting good news, but having nobody to meaningfully share it with.
I'shan hobbled around his room, looking awkwardly at the bland walls. It was so dull now that most of the others had moved North! I'shan couldn't wait to join them, of course, but even if he wasn't hurt, he wouldn't have been able to. He was stuck there until his wing was given leave, and who knew how long that would be! At least his injury meant he didn't have to work.
Now, I'shan was in his room with his crutches and his boxes of pots and pans, feeling disgustingly alone. "I wish someone had stayed with me," he grumbled aloud as he delicately seated himself on the edge of his bed. His leg was still in a splint and he couldn't put his full weight on it, but he'd been told that it was getting better fast. It was well enough for short trips between, which meant I'shan would at least be able to go once his wing was released. He wanted so badly to be happy, but it was hard to be happy for a bunch of empty walls.
He huffed a little. He wanted to get up and move around, but he still couldn't. The fracture had mended, but it was still achy and stiff. The little healer warned him that he would need to do special exercises to get it back to the way it used to be. It was incredible, how even a relatively non-serious fracture could be such a pain in the ass. So now, instead of thinking about the excitement of going home and the dragonriders' rapidly changing fortunes, I'shan was stuck all alone, feeling sorry for himself.
His fire lizards fluttered around, occasionally chirping in his direction. Squee settled in I'shan's lap, which he recently seemed to consider his personal throne, and preened a bit. I'shan conjured a smile for him and petted him lightly. "Good boy. At least you guys love me."
Love, don't you think you are being a little dramatic...? Ilveriath whispered sweetly. His head rested neatly in the window, from which he attentively watched all of I'shan's movements. You are not abandoned. I am here, and I believe the healer has instructed the others to check on you frequently. He didn't reveal the details from his brief conversation with Khaduceth, but Ilveriath was confident that his prediction would come true.
Ilveriath was more worried than he cared to appear. He purred a little bit, hoping to soothe his depressed partner.You should be happy. You will be well soon. Your bone has mended, all that remains in regaining your strength... .
I'shan perked up the slightest bit, but deflated quickly. "You're right," he conceded. "I'm just so sick of being stuck in bed, and being a burden on everyone," he muttered. He rolled his eyes. "Would it kill my friends to visit?" He was being, as Ilveriath termed it, dramatic. I'shan was stuck in the south with good company. R'nd and C'dhin never neglected him, he was just lonely right now. He had good news to share!
Ilveriath snorted. What could he even say to that?Don't fret so much, dear...They know that you desire to see them. I have made it clear. Perhaps one of them will visit once he is able... he said, masking his exasperation as he insistently pushed his snout forward and watched his rider closely. Dramatic...What an understatement. Ilveriath did feel for his poor bonded, though. Three and a half months in bed would drive anyone crazy!
I'shan hobbled around his room, looking awkwardly at the bland walls. It was so dull now that most of the others had moved North! I'shan couldn't wait to join them, of course, but even if he wasn't hurt, he wouldn't have been able to. He was stuck there until his wing was given leave, and who knew how long that would be! At least his injury meant he didn't have to work.
Now, I'shan was in his room with his crutches and his boxes of pots and pans, feeling disgustingly alone. "I wish someone had stayed with me," he grumbled aloud as he delicately seated himself on the edge of his bed. His leg was still in a splint and he couldn't put his full weight on it, but he'd been told that it was getting better fast. It was well enough for short trips between, which meant I'shan would at least be able to go once his wing was released. He wanted so badly to be happy, but it was hard to be happy for a bunch of empty walls.
He huffed a little. He wanted to get up and move around, but he still couldn't. The fracture had mended, but it was still achy and stiff. The little healer warned him that he would need to do special exercises to get it back to the way it used to be. It was incredible, how even a relatively non-serious fracture could be such a pain in the ass. So now, instead of thinking about the excitement of going home and the dragonriders' rapidly changing fortunes, I'shan was stuck all alone, feeling sorry for himself.
His fire lizards fluttered around, occasionally chirping in his direction. Squee settled in I'shan's lap, which he recently seemed to consider his personal throne, and preened a bit. I'shan conjured a smile for him and petted him lightly. "Good boy. At least you guys love me."
Ilveriath was more worried than he cared to appear. He purred a little bit, hoping to soothe his depressed partner.
I'shan perked up the slightest bit, but deflated quickly. "You're right," he conceded. "I'm just so sick of being stuck in bed, and being a burden on everyone," he muttered. He rolled his eyes. "Would it kill my friends to visit?" He was being, as Ilveriath termed it, dramatic. I'shan was stuck in the south with good company. R'nd and C'dhin never neglected him, he was just lonely right now. He had good news to share!
Ilveriath snorted. What could he even say to that?