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27.Aug.13, 07:44 PM
A'liran took a moment to consider the question. Had he known S'cer to let anyone walk all over him? After a few moments of careful thought, the older greenrider smiled and shook his head. "Nope. And that makes you even more like me," he replied. He quirked a brow playfully. "That means you're even more screwed."
Playful though his words were, they also held an ounce of bitterness. The kid may very well be screwed, but if Ali got his way, he wouldn't be any more screwed than the rest of them. Besides, it wasn't all bad...the companionship of a dragon would make up for much of the pain, at least in theory. Being a greenrider also meant that S'cer would have something in common with 50% of the riders he met. The poor kid already housed an 'us and them' mentality...In a lot of ways, he was oddly suited to this fate.
Ali's thoughts were mercifully interrupted by the introduction of the baby green herself. "Quelseth, huh? That's cute...kinda pleasant sounding," A'liran said. Her voice was precious, but Ali didn't comment on that. The kid was already blushing over his new baby's lack of control, so no need to rub it in. "Nope..No dragonhealer here. Just another greenrider,' he reaffirmed, paying the little green exactly enough attention to answer her question and smile. Astoreth suggested he do as much; Quelseth seemed skittish.
To the next question, A'liran snorted. "After hatchose insufferable bitches of goldriders," he said. "If I intend to party, I stay well away from that crap." His scowl was half-serious, as it often was, but it was followed with a wide grin. "I guess that makes two of us who are better than that sorry lot. So don't worry...you didn't miss much."
He stretched a bit. He was glad to see the kid was doing okay...this could have gone much, much worse. "...I'm happy for you, kid. I hope it makes it all at least partially worth it."
Playful though his words were, they also held an ounce of bitterness. The kid may very well be screwed, but if Ali got his way, he wouldn't be any more screwed than the rest of them. Besides, it wasn't all bad...the companionship of a dragon would make up for much of the pain, at least in theory. Being a greenrider also meant that S'cer would have something in common with 50% of the riders he met. The poor kid already housed an 'us and them' mentality...In a lot of ways, he was oddly suited to this fate.
Ali's thoughts were mercifully interrupted by the introduction of the baby green herself. "Quelseth, huh? That's cute...kinda pleasant sounding," A'liran said. Her voice was precious, but Ali didn't comment on that. The kid was already blushing over his new baby's lack of control, so no need to rub it in. "Nope..No dragonhealer here. Just another greenrider,' he reaffirmed, paying the little green exactly enough attention to answer her question and smile. Astoreth suggested he do as much; Quelseth seemed skittish.
To the next question, A'liran snorted. "After hatchose insufferable bitches of goldriders," he said. "If I intend to party, I stay well away from that crap." His scowl was half-serious, as it often was, but it was followed with a wide grin. "I guess that makes two of us who are better than that sorry lot. So don't worry...you didn't miss much."
He stretched a bit. He was glad to see the kid was doing okay...this could have gone much, much worse. "...I'm happy for you, kid. I hope it makes it all at least partially worth it."
