06.May.13, 10:10 PM
A'liran stalked away from the spectacle, chest heaving and nostrils flaring with barely-contained rage. He was positively furious, not only at the 'Weyrleader' for his unprecedented cruelty, for at the crowd for just standing there. How could no one raise their voice? How could they just watched while one of their own was murdered, even if he was a good-for-nothing asshole bronzerider? How? Was there no sense of kinship or justice? Were they all that scared? Or were they all just bloodthirsty, clawing for whatever vengeance they could get? Was close more important than morality?
He walked until he came to the edge of the square, head spinning and vision blurred with raw anger. He snapped a harsh response to the young man who'd trailed him, spinning around and setting vicious eyes on the young man for a split second before his expression softened. "Because...!" A'liran growled, shaking his head in a fit of immature denial, "I just...! Someone had to! Everyone was just fucking staring!" he protested, waving one hand towards the crowd, fingers twitching and trembling so badly that he pulled it back and crossed both arms across his chest instead.
He sighed and looked at his feet. Lump and Bastard appeared close by, perching hesitantly on the roof of the nearest building. Lump chirped, obviously interested in going to comfort Ali, but Bastard gave him a light prod with his nose, encouraging him to wait a moment. In the back of A'liran's mind, he could feel Astoreth similarly holding her breath.
The greenrider rubbed his eyes for a moment. "Look, I'm sorry. For yelling, I mean." And for raising his fist, but he didn't say it out loud, mostly because that would require acknowledging that he'd actually done such an awful thing. "I'm just over this. I'm over all of this shit." He glanced back to the square and watched with a lump in his throat as Tyrrisath took off. He cut his eyes away and motioned for Isscer to come closer. "Let's get out of here...Ast is about to go mental..."
He walked until he came to the edge of the square, head spinning and vision blurred with raw anger. He snapped a harsh response to the young man who'd trailed him, spinning around and setting vicious eyes on the young man for a split second before his expression softened. "Because...!" A'liran growled, shaking his head in a fit of immature denial, "I just...! Someone had to! Everyone was just fucking staring!" he protested, waving one hand towards the crowd, fingers twitching and trembling so badly that he pulled it back and crossed both arms across his chest instead.
He sighed and looked at his feet. Lump and Bastard appeared close by, perching hesitantly on the roof of the nearest building. Lump chirped, obviously interested in going to comfort Ali, but Bastard gave him a light prod with his nose, encouraging him to wait a moment. In the back of A'liran's mind, he could feel Astoreth similarly holding her breath.
The greenrider rubbed his eyes for a moment. "Look, I'm sorry. For yelling, I mean." And for raising his fist, but he didn't say it out loud, mostly because that would require acknowledging that he'd actually done such an awful thing. "I'm just over this. I'm over all of this shit." He glanced back to the square and watched with a lump in his throat as Tyrrisath took off. He cut his eyes away and motioned for Isscer to come closer. "Let's get out of here...Ast is about to go mental..."