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20.Sep.12, 02:20 AM
D'ren was very patient. He listened to Sanderon's words, carefully appraising each syllable, each twitch of the fingers, and each intonation. The young man seemed controlled and serious, even sincere, though D'ren was unwilling to say that for certain yet.
He reached out to Ronarth. Ilveriath is a search dragon, and I've asked him to watch the young man's mind closely. What does he have to say about the situation?
Ronarth was reluctant to call on Ilveriath after speaking so harshly with him, but he consented just the same. D'ren gave them time to chat, using the lull in his own conversation with Ronarth to properly reply to Sanderon.
"I regret that this had to be done, son," he replied, falling into his habit of protecting the young. He felt responsible for everyone at Katila, but the stolen northerners most of all. At least the rest weren't actually there in the south by his own order. The stolens were.
"I don't expect any blame to be placed on anyone but myself for that. It's not I'shan's fault that you're here, nor any other searchrider's fault. I selected them all myself, and quite a few of them were displeased." I'shan, as D'ren recalled, had only been uncomfortable. The naive little bluerider didn't quite realize what he was signing up for at the time, or more properly put, being signed up for.
"It's a matter of survival for us," he said. He wasn't willing to plunge deep into whys and hows just yet. He'd given Sanderon and numerous others the same explanation time and time again. That didn't fix the wrongs committed, but why continue to talk about it if there was nothing left to say? He smiled sadly, sympathetic for the young man, though apologetic only for the pain he'd caused...not for the act itself. Anything was worth the continued survival of dragonkind, but the stolens were certainly owed something in compensation..something D'ren couldn't give them or even identify properly until they were safely home again. That was something that required their cooperation.
"It's a messed up situation, son. But I'll stand by my decision until the day I die. It wasn't done to cause pain, it was done because we had no other choice. But just the same...I'm going to fix this one day. All of us are going to fix this. I hope you'll be on board."
D'ren! Ilveriath says he believes Sanderon is stable.
A relieved expression appeared on D'ren's face. "Good..." he sighed out loud. He adjusted himself in his seat, then smiled genuinely at Sanderon. "So I want to ask you this, son...grievances aside, are you willing to work with us? The sooner everyone works together and looks in the same direction, the sooner all of us can go home..."
He reached out to Ronarth. Ilveriath is a search dragon, and I've asked him to watch the young man's mind closely. What does he have to say about the situation?
Ronarth was reluctant to call on Ilveriath after speaking so harshly with him, but he consented just the same. D'ren gave them time to chat, using the lull in his own conversation with Ronarth to properly reply to Sanderon.
"I regret that this had to be done, son," he replied, falling into his habit of protecting the young. He felt responsible for everyone at Katila, but the stolen northerners most of all. At least the rest weren't actually there in the south by his own order. The stolens were.
"I don't expect any blame to be placed on anyone but myself for that. It's not I'shan's fault that you're here, nor any other searchrider's fault. I selected them all myself, and quite a few of them were displeased." I'shan, as D'ren recalled, had only been uncomfortable. The naive little bluerider didn't quite realize what he was signing up for at the time, or more properly put, being signed up for.
"It's a matter of survival for us," he said. He wasn't willing to plunge deep into whys and hows just yet. He'd given Sanderon and numerous others the same explanation time and time again. That didn't fix the wrongs committed, but why continue to talk about it if there was nothing left to say? He smiled sadly, sympathetic for the young man, though apologetic only for the pain he'd caused...not for the act itself. Anything was worth the continued survival of dragonkind, but the stolens were certainly owed something in compensation..something D'ren couldn't give them or even identify properly until they were safely home again. That was something that required their cooperation.
"It's a messed up situation, son. But I'll stand by my decision until the day I die. It wasn't done to cause pain, it was done because we had no other choice. But just the same...I'm going to fix this one day. All of us are going to fix this. I hope you'll be on board."
D'ren! Ilveriath says he believes Sanderon is stable.
A relieved expression appeared on D'ren's face. "Good..." he sighed out loud. He adjusted himself in his seat, then smiled genuinely at Sanderon. "So I want to ask you this, son...grievances aside, are you willing to work with us? The sooner everyone works together and looks in the same direction, the sooner all of us can go home..."
