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18.Sep.12, 11:18 PM
Sanderon heard the dual footsteps. He knew one of them belonged to I'shan. The other one though... was a mystery. He had no idea who might be coming to see him. The steps did not remind him of Talian's, so he doubted they were his.
Who came through his door though when I'shan opened it was the last person he had expected to see. Standing up from his bunk, he faced the weyrleader and bowed his head respectfully. "Sir." He said with calm respect as his mind suddenly filled with Ronarth's endless chatter. He saw I'shan leave without a word and Ilveriath did not come forth with any word either. Ronarth's explained the reason why and it was confusing but accepted for now.
As the bronze kept prattling on, his gaze was turned towards the wall past D'ren where he felt the bronze's direction might be. At the last words about how I'shan jumped out a window rather than face the weyrleader caused an amused half-smirk to raise one corner of his mouth and his eyes brightened a little as he imagined what that might have looked like.
Ronarth's words stopped abruptly and after a long pause, where he looked back to D'ren the weyrleader rubbed his forehead. He looked tired. He always seemed to look tired now that Sanderon thought back on the times he had seen the man before. Running a chaotic weyr would break a lessor man in a day. He did not fault the man for being exhausted at all, if that is what he was.
In silence he waited for D'ren to speak first.
After a greeting, Sanderon replied, "Good afternoon to you too Sir." He wondered briefly if he should say anything else. He decided to wait again for D'ren. It seemed like the wisest course. When the man took a seat at the table Sanderon took a few steps closer but remained standing. He was surprisingly calm in heart but tense in body. It would be the tactical advantage to already be standing should anything occur. It was his hunter training coming to the fore again. Part of hunting was surviving in the wild. Any new situation or unexpected event must be analyzed, understood and reacted to in a proper way. Right now, Sanderon was in his analyzing step. He wasn't quite sure he understood the reason for D'ren's surprise visit.
"It's been a while, Sanderon. I've come to check in and see how you are feeling."
Understanding came and with it, Sanderon reacted. Pulling out the chair across from D'ren he kept his gaze upon the man and sat.
"Yes sir. It seems like it has been a lifetime. I trust the weyr is doing well? ....Is Lymsleia well?" Sanderon did not answer how he was feeling just yet. He wanted to get his first concern out of the way first.
Who came through his door though when I'shan opened it was the last person he had expected to see. Standing up from his bunk, he faced the weyrleader and bowed his head respectfully. "Sir." He said with calm respect as his mind suddenly filled with Ronarth's endless chatter. He saw I'shan leave without a word and Ilveriath did not come forth with any word either. Ronarth's explained the reason why and it was confusing but accepted for now.
As the bronze kept prattling on, his gaze was turned towards the wall past D'ren where he felt the bronze's direction might be. At the last words about how I'shan jumped out a window rather than face the weyrleader caused an amused half-smirk to raise one corner of his mouth and his eyes brightened a little as he imagined what that might have looked like.
Ronarth's words stopped abruptly and after a long pause, where he looked back to D'ren the weyrleader rubbed his forehead. He looked tired. He always seemed to look tired now that Sanderon thought back on the times he had seen the man before. Running a chaotic weyr would break a lessor man in a day. He did not fault the man for being exhausted at all, if that is what he was.
In silence he waited for D'ren to speak first.
After a greeting, Sanderon replied, "Good afternoon to you too Sir." He wondered briefly if he should say anything else. He decided to wait again for D'ren. It seemed like the wisest course. When the man took a seat at the table Sanderon took a few steps closer but remained standing. He was surprisingly calm in heart but tense in body. It would be the tactical advantage to already be standing should anything occur. It was his hunter training coming to the fore again. Part of hunting was surviving in the wild. Any new situation or unexpected event must be analyzed, understood and reacted to in a proper way. Right now, Sanderon was in his analyzing step. He wasn't quite sure he understood the reason for D'ren's surprise visit.
"It's been a while, Sanderon. I've come to check in and see how you are feeling."
Understanding came and with it, Sanderon reacted. Pulling out the chair across from D'ren he kept his gaze upon the man and sat.
"Yes sir. It seems like it has been a lifetime. I trust the weyr is doing well? ....Is Lymsleia well?" Sanderon did not answer how he was feeling just yet. He wanted to get his first concern out of the way first.
