07.Feb.14, 04:06 PM
Not one to usually volunteer information, Ameris was slightly startled that she had divulged something to R'nya that she hadn't expected to say. It hadn't bothered her more than any of the other deaths when she found out R'lan had died, his Hoth with him, but Rislan was without a father now. The boy was young, granted, but he would be old enough to impress a dragon before she knew it and he needed someone to look up to. Someone who wasn't her drunken father. Faranth forbid that Rislan turned out like A'mad in anyway! She would make sure that never came to pass.
"Rislan?" she said, "Of course not, he wouldn't understand that his father was dead. He never knew R'lan was his father. He's much too young to even be bothered by it now and hopefully when he is old enough to be bothered by it he'll be impressed and too busy to think on it." Her smile was rueful at the admittance that she had grand hopes for her lad and at the mouthful of words she had spouted out. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she envisioned her strong willed son on the sturdiest and smartest bronze to be clutched and it was her secret wish that her son would impress a son of Mizeath's. Well.. Admit it to herself anyway. "I suppose it's more for my benefit that I'm upset than for Rislan's," she admitted and found it was true. Her upset at the bronzerider's death had been purely selfish. She was at a loss how to breach the subject with her son and for all her sure words, she knew there would come a point that Rislan would ask and she had no idea how to explain it.
Her mind was settling into a more acceptable pace and Mizeath rumbled with contentment beside Xyreith. Mizeath highly disliked the volatile mood that her rider had been subject to for the past few days and much preferred the quiet acceptance that Ameris generally - though not always - displayed. The young gold was loathe to admit that she was ill equipped to deal with the level of emotion that Ameris had been displaying lately and she had despaired of ever making her rider better. She was comforted in the fact that calling to Xyreith had been the best decision, innately aware that R'nya could accomplish what she, herself, couldn't. Mizeath's big body shifted closer to the bronze as she began to relax.
"Rislan?" she said, "Of course not, he wouldn't understand that his father was dead. He never knew R'lan was his father. He's much too young to even be bothered by it now and hopefully when he is old enough to be bothered by it he'll be impressed and too busy to think on it." Her smile was rueful at the admittance that she had grand hopes for her lad and at the mouthful of words she had spouted out. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she envisioned her strong willed son on the sturdiest and smartest bronze to be clutched and it was her secret wish that her son would impress a son of Mizeath's. Well.. Admit it to herself anyway. "I suppose it's more for my benefit that I'm upset than for Rislan's," she admitted and found it was true. Her upset at the bronzerider's death had been purely selfish. She was at a loss how to breach the subject with her son and for all her sure words, she knew there would come a point that Rislan would ask and she had no idea how to explain it.
Her mind was settling into a more acceptable pace and Mizeath rumbled with contentment beside Xyreith. Mizeath highly disliked the volatile mood that her rider had been subject to for the past few days and much preferred the quiet acceptance that Ameris generally - though not always - displayed. The young gold was loathe to admit that she was ill equipped to deal with the level of emotion that Ameris had been displaying lately and she had despaired of ever making her rider better. She was comforted in the fact that calling to Xyreith had been the best decision, innately aware that R'nya could accomplish what she, herself, couldn't. Mizeath's big body shifted closer to the bronze as she began to relax.