18.Jul.12, 05:02 PM
I'shan nodded, an appreciative smile lingering on the corners of his mouth. "It is. Thanks so much," he said, putting the bottle of wine into his bag before throwing it around his shoulder. "I'm sure this'll help Far feel better. I feel so bad for him, you know?"
The bluerider had a lot of lingering concerns regarding Farlint. It was bad enough that the poor boy was injured, but rumors were that the injury was serious indeed. What if he couldn't stand again?
I'shan would have taken him from his old life all for nothing. Nothing...
A profoundly sad look crossed the bluerider's face before Pistoth's bright voice roused him. "Oh!" he said, looking down at the dragonet. I'shan's face brightened. "Oh, I'm sorry little guy...I forgot. Of course you can, as long as it's alright with Echlerov here." He looked back to Echlerov for approval before taking a long step towards the door.
Outside, Ilveriath perch quietly outside the barracks. His wings rustled a bit and his eyes flushed a deep shade of yellow. My deepest regrets concerning Farlint. I am certain the healers will do their best to aid his recovery the dragon said, though he knew his words wouldn't mean much to I'shan. To the jittery bluerider, the intention meant more than hollow condolences themselves ever would. Of course Ilveriath was sorry; but sorry wouldn't help Farlint.
One more thing to be guilty about.
Ilveriath sighed, but didn't know what else he could do. He touched young Pistoth's mind. Thank you, young one, for bringing him some joy today. Yesterday evening was trying indeed.
The bluerider had a lot of lingering concerns regarding Farlint. It was bad enough that the poor boy was injured, but rumors were that the injury was serious indeed. What if he couldn't stand again?
I'shan would have taken him from his old life all for nothing. Nothing...
A profoundly sad look crossed the bluerider's face before Pistoth's bright voice roused him. "Oh!" he said, looking down at the dragonet. I'shan's face brightened. "Oh, I'm sorry little guy...I forgot. Of course you can, as long as it's alright with Echlerov here." He looked back to Echlerov for approval before taking a long step towards the door.
Outside, Ilveriath perch quietly outside the barracks. His wings rustled a bit and his eyes flushed a deep shade of yellow. My deepest regrets concerning Farlint. I am certain the healers will do their best to aid his recovery the dragon said, though he knew his words wouldn't mean much to I'shan. To the jittery bluerider, the intention meant more than hollow condolences themselves ever would. Of course Ilveriath was sorry; but sorry wouldn't help Farlint.
One more thing to be guilty about.
Ilveriath sighed, but didn't know what else he could do. He touched young Pistoth's mind. Thank you, young one, for bringing him some joy today. Yesterday evening was trying indeed.