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10.Mar.14, 02:17 PM
She listened to him talked with small nods of her head. She didn't know S'cer well but she had a feeling that it took a lot for him to admit the same thing that she herself was loathe to admit. She hated being afraid. Hated the helpless feeling it gave her and she most certainly hated the pity that the fear often colored the faces of those around her. Even her ridiculous father looked at her with sympathy when she'd awaken from a nightmare or cry on Mizeath's shoulder at the thought of going north. That perhaps was the worst. She didn't want the pity of that drunken fool! How she would like to knock the pity of his face, but she couldn't. Sometimes the expectations of a goldrider hampered the childish wants Ameris entertained.
"It's not easy being afraid," she said in agreement, "and we are more alike than I thought." She really hadn't thought of it that way until S'cer mentioned it and reflecting on it she found he was correct. Now if they could just stop lashing out at each other.
Mizeath rumbled with amused pleasure when S'cer stuck his hand out for Ameris to take. It was the words more than the action that caused it. She would never admit it out loud to anyone not even her rider, but the deference he gave her on account of her color gave her confidence in herself a definite boost. Still rumbling she said to Quelseth,You see? Sometimes all it takes is a few stern words and everyone remembers their manners!
Ameris answered S'cer's smile with one of her own. Unable to argue his words and filled with as much amusement as Mizeath at their actions she took the offered hand in one of her own, "Well met, S'cer!" She chuckled lightly before continuing, "Be careful or you'll give Mizeath a swelled head." Her chuckle deepened at the disgruntled harrumph that came from the gold.
"It's not easy being afraid," she said in agreement, "and we are more alike than I thought." She really hadn't thought of it that way until S'cer mentioned it and reflecting on it she found he was correct. Now if they could just stop lashing out at each other.
Mizeath rumbled with amused pleasure when S'cer stuck his hand out for Ameris to take. It was the words more than the action that caused it. She would never admit it out loud to anyone not even her rider, but the deference he gave her on account of her color gave her confidence in herself a definite boost. Still rumbling she said to Quelseth,
Ameris answered S'cer's smile with one of her own. Unable to argue his words and filled with as much amusement as Mizeath at their actions she took the offered hand in one of her own, "Well met, S'cer!" She chuckled lightly before continuing, "Be careful or you'll give Mizeath a swelled head." Her chuckle deepened at the disgruntled harrumph that came from the gold.
