21.Mar.12, 04:15 AM
D'ren paused. An F?
"Hmmm," he said, shifting his stance just a bit and placing his hand under his chin as he considered her words. "You know, Lym..." he said, cautious optimism building as he considered the possibly flickering about in his mind. He didn't smile yet, since he wanted to make absolute sure before dashing the girl's hopes to bits.
Ronarth...that bluerider from T'gren's old wing. Back at Ista. What was his name? D'ren inquired.
Ronarth was quiet for an uncomfortably long time. I don't remember he confessed eventually. D'ren could feel the beast's shame creeping into him. He frowned, but quickly banished the expression to hide it from Lymsleia.
Are you sure, Ronarth? Try hard.... D'ren urged patiently.
Ronarth paused again. D'ren could feel the simple beast's mind working hard alongside his own. D'ren didn't know every rider from Ista, especially since he was a bronzerider and tended to associate more with other bronzeriders and brownriders, in spite of having an affectionate spot for greens and blues.
However, he did know almost all of the riders at Katila, at least by name. And he did remember the other Istans he'd mingled with at Katila's founding.
"F'rid," he said after a moment as the name finally returned to him. He couldn't help but smile. "I think...Hang on."
He disappeared into his hut, leaving Lym alone with Ronarth. The bronze's head crept around the side of his hut and he issued a soft exhalation. He has copies of some records...he's looking now the dragon explained. He creeled in embarrassment. F'rid....he should have known D'ren was asking about F'rid! How could be be so stupid?
Ronarth hated feeling stupid.
D'ren emerged a few minutes later with a piece of paper clutched in one hand. It was a file on the bluerider in question, F'rid...it was a slightly outdated backup from a set D'ren had ordered made a turn or so before, just in case the records were all destroyed again.
"I don't know for sure if this is the one, but this is the first one that came to mind," he said as he offered the paper to Lym. It might just be a coincidence. But maybe not.
"Hmmm," he said, shifting his stance just a bit and placing his hand under his chin as he considered her words. "You know, Lym..." he said, cautious optimism building as he considered the possibly flickering about in his mind. He didn't smile yet, since he wanted to make absolute sure before dashing the girl's hopes to bits.
Ronarth...that bluerider from T'gren's old wing. Back at Ista. What was his name? D'ren inquired.
Ronarth was quiet for an uncomfortably long time. I don't remember he confessed eventually. D'ren could feel the beast's shame creeping into him. He frowned, but quickly banished the expression to hide it from Lymsleia.
Are you sure, Ronarth? Try hard.... D'ren urged patiently.
Ronarth paused again. D'ren could feel the simple beast's mind working hard alongside his own. D'ren didn't know every rider from Ista, especially since he was a bronzerider and tended to associate more with other bronzeriders and brownriders, in spite of having an affectionate spot for greens and blues.
However, he did know almost all of the riders at Katila, at least by name. And he did remember the other Istans he'd mingled with at Katila's founding.
"F'rid," he said after a moment as the name finally returned to him. He couldn't help but smile. "I think...Hang on."
He disappeared into his hut, leaving Lym alone with Ronarth. The bronze's head crept around the side of his hut and he issued a soft exhalation. He has copies of some records...he's looking now the dragon explained. He creeled in embarrassment. F'rid....he should have known D'ren was asking about F'rid! How could be be so stupid?
Ronarth hated feeling stupid.
D'ren emerged a few minutes later with a piece of paper clutched in one hand. It was a file on the bluerider in question, F'rid...it was a slightly outdated backup from a set D'ren had ordered made a turn or so before, just in case the records were all destroyed again.
"I don't know for sure if this is the one, but this is the first one that came to mind," he said as he offered the paper to Lym. It might just be a coincidence. But maybe not.