29.Aug.12, 01:06 AM
When he realized he could not speak his thoughts, Sanderon felt the sharp tang of frustration wrapping around his thoughts. What was wrong with him?! He tried to frown but nothing happened. Reaching up with a hand he touched his lips to see if perhaps he was and just did not know it. They trembled slightly in weakness as they examined his face. Why was there no emotion on his face? His mind was certainly not as blank as his face felt.
Maybe it was the drugs? He imagined that he had been drugged. How else could he be here and not remember the journey? Why was he here anyway? Ilveriath had not answered his questions. Perhaps he had not heard.
The pain in his head was slowly going away. That was the only thing he felt he could be relieved with. Why couldn't he speak though?! He had so many questions.
Giving up for now, he rested his gaze upon I'shan and watched as the man's face held all sorts of emotions. What was the man thinking? Watching as the blue rider sat down upon the floor beside him and set the cup upon the floor he listened as I'shan spoke those hated words. "I'm sorry..."
He remembered I'shan saying those same words several times while he was fighting for his freedom and then afterward when his capture was sure. He had nearly raged every time those words came out of anyone's throat. He hated...
Something was new. Those words sounded different now. I'shan was different. He was sincere.
The rage that began to trickle through his drug-filled mind, dissipated into nothing. Sanderon listened as he continued his heartfelt apology.
"...It wasn't supposed to be this way."
Instead of wanting lash out and strike the man that had caused him so much misery, Sanderon just watched unable to look away. When it was obvious that unwanted tears were coming to I'shan's eyes Sanderon did something he never thought he would ever do.
He reached out a weak hand and placed it gently upon the man's shoulder. He wanted to console. He wanted to forgive. Would I'shan know what he was offering if Sand could not express himself?
Trying once more to reach Ilveriath, he tried to collect his muddled thoughts together as best he could and pushed out the same words he had so recently despised. I'm sorry too. If the dragon did not hear him now, Sand hoped his hand on the man's shoulder would be enough.
Maybe it was the drugs? He imagined that he had been drugged. How else could he be here and not remember the journey? Why was he here anyway? Ilveriath had not answered his questions. Perhaps he had not heard.
The pain in his head was slowly going away. That was the only thing he felt he could be relieved with. Why couldn't he speak though?! He had so many questions.
Giving up for now, he rested his gaze upon I'shan and watched as the man's face held all sorts of emotions. What was the man thinking? Watching as the blue rider sat down upon the floor beside him and set the cup upon the floor he listened as I'shan spoke those hated words. "I'm sorry..."
He remembered I'shan saying those same words several times while he was fighting for his freedom and then afterward when his capture was sure. He had nearly raged every time those words came out of anyone's throat. He hated...
Something was new. Those words sounded different now. I'shan was different. He was sincere.
The rage that began to trickle through his drug-filled mind, dissipated into nothing. Sanderon listened as he continued his heartfelt apology.
"...It wasn't supposed to be this way."
Instead of wanting lash out and strike the man that had caused him so much misery, Sanderon just watched unable to look away. When it was obvious that unwanted tears were coming to I'shan's eyes Sanderon did something he never thought he would ever do.
He reached out a weak hand and placed it gently upon the man's shoulder. He wanted to console. He wanted to forgive. Would I'shan know what he was offering if Sand could not express himself?
Trying once more to reach Ilveriath, he tried to collect his muddled thoughts together as best he could and pushed out the same words he had so recently despised. I'm sorry too. If the dragon did not hear him now, Sand hoped his hand on the man's shoulder would be enough.