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09.Feb.12, 05:09 PM
D'ren squeezed Tsuen's hand lovingly as he returned to his seat. He felt better now, his nerves oddly at ease in spite of the announcement's weight. He was sweating, but he chalked that up to the heat. Surely everyone had noticed that unfortunate tendency of his by now, so he didn't have to be too ashamed. At least it was less noticeable in his nice clothes than it was in his leathers.
"That went better than I expected," he whispered softly to Tsuen. How grateful he was for her support. He smiled at her and gave a playful wink before leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You and I...we can do anything," he agreed in a soft whisper.
Outside, Ronarth nosed Nirinath lovingly. The warmth flowing from his own rider to Nirinath's was infectious, putting the bronze at ease and into an affectionate mood. I love you he said sweetly to Nirinath. Ronarth didn't quite understand the implications of those words, but he knew that D'ren loved hearing them and only said them to special people...maybe hearing them would make Nirinath feel special, too.
Back in the hall, D'ren's contenment was interrupted when he caught sight of Lymsleia. He remembered her. She was the nice girl who he'd visited at the healing hall one day. His heart throbbed with a momentary pang of guilt, but he wasn't going to let it get the better of him. It never did. It was just something he lived with.
"Lymsleia," he greeted. "Thank you again for treating me earlier in the summer. I feel much better," he commented, hoping to start the encounter on a good note. As the girl moved into her speech, D'ren shifted to one side to minimize his presence, allowing Tsuen to speak. That was more her domain to speak about. The bronzerider listened, unimpressed by most of Lym's arguments but honestly pitying her, for she was obviously a hard working woman who felt slighted by the decree. She couldn't be the only one, though.
"Lym," D'ren said, waiting until it was his turn to speak. "This decision won't affect the current clutch regardless, and it going to be phased in. We aren't going to just toss you all out tomorrow," he assured her, though his voice remained hard. It was against his inclinations to talk in such a way, but this occasion called for it. In reality, D'ren would have been in strong agreement with Allendris, were he sitting at any other chair. Women were generally too fair to ride aback fighting dragons, but in this situation...these girls had little else to look forward to. It was a daunting situation.
D'ren chose not to respond to Lymsleia's administrative advice, most of which he found mildly insulting. There was no need to criticize her openly, however. She was just a young woman who thought she knew best, as many young people did. She'd probably never made a heartbreaking or morally impossible decision before. She had, however, obviously suffered to come to Katila. He would leave the exact answers to Tsuen, since she was the one the girl addressed more directly. D'ren resolved to maintain his previous position.
"I'm sorry, Lymleia, but this is how it's going to be."
"That went better than I expected," he whispered softly to Tsuen. How grateful he was for her support. He smiled at her and gave a playful wink before leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You and I...we can do anything," he agreed in a soft whisper.
Outside, Ronarth nosed Nirinath lovingly. The warmth flowing from his own rider to Nirinath's was infectious, putting the bronze at ease and into an affectionate mood. I love you he said sweetly to Nirinath. Ronarth didn't quite understand the implications of those words, but he knew that D'ren loved hearing them and only said them to special people...maybe hearing them would make Nirinath feel special, too.
Back in the hall, D'ren's contenment was interrupted when he caught sight of Lymsleia. He remembered her. She was the nice girl who he'd visited at the healing hall one day. His heart throbbed with a momentary pang of guilt, but he wasn't going to let it get the better of him. It never did. It was just something he lived with.
"Lymsleia," he greeted. "Thank you again for treating me earlier in the summer. I feel much better," he commented, hoping to start the encounter on a good note. As the girl moved into her speech, D'ren shifted to one side to minimize his presence, allowing Tsuen to speak. That was more her domain to speak about. The bronzerider listened, unimpressed by most of Lym's arguments but honestly pitying her, for she was obviously a hard working woman who felt slighted by the decree. She couldn't be the only one, though.
"Lym," D'ren said, waiting until it was his turn to speak. "This decision won't affect the current clutch regardless, and it going to be phased in. We aren't going to just toss you all out tomorrow," he assured her, though his voice remained hard. It was against his inclinations to talk in such a way, but this occasion called for it. In reality, D'ren would have been in strong agreement with Allendris, were he sitting at any other chair. Women were generally too fair to ride aback fighting dragons, but in this situation...these girls had little else to look forward to. It was a daunting situation.
D'ren chose not to respond to Lymsleia's administrative advice, most of which he found mildly insulting. There was no need to criticize her openly, however. She was just a young woman who thought she knew best, as many young people did. She'd probably never made a heartbreaking or morally impossible decision before. She had, however, obviously suffered to come to Katila. He would leave the exact answers to Tsuen, since she was the one the girl addressed more directly. D'ren resolved to maintain his previous position.
"I'm sorry, Lymleia, but this is how it's going to be."
