06.Feb.14, 05:34 AM
The last signs of winter were dissipating, with spring eager, it seemed, to make it's arrival. S'bel was fine with that. He was done with this winter and ready to leave it behind. S'bel could feel Ipsyth as he walked through the tents set up as their temporary shelters on this almost-spring evening. He tried to ignore the feelings coming his way from the blue. It was a jumbled mix of curiosity, happiness, disbelief, amusement, and pride. The blue's feelings were hardly ever straightforward, but S'bel had gotten used to that turns ago along with the rest of his dragon's many, many quirks. He finally sighed. What is it?
Ipsyth seemed reluctant to answer. Like perhaps if he pointed it out, S'bel would suddenly realize what he was doing and stop once he became aware of it. Come on, out with it, he prodded further, stalling his walk until the blue spat it out.You're visiting a friend. Was that a hint of incredulity S'bel detected? He figured he should have been offended or something at that. Instead, he merely starting walking again and sent his dragon a curt response. I don't have friends. But you are to visit Ilveriath's rider, yes? What of it? He was injured? Yes. A broken leg, I think. You know what that means? He could use faces of a friendly variety. I was going to say, 'He can't get away.' Though I guess my face is friendly enough. Although his personality might have been a different story.
Still, the blue ignored the negativity in his rider's mind, apparently overjoyed for S'bel taking the initiative to do something that seemed so selfless to the blue. So S'bel just let him go on thinking that way, though the bluerider was well aware of his own intentions and figured on some level Ipsyth should have been aware of that as well. Who knew what went on in that blue's head sometimes. No, S'bel already knew his motivations weren't anywhere near being kind for it's own sake. He wasn't visiting I'shan to be nice, but because it looked nice. It was always nice to have a back-up for the times when he did rub people the wrong way. Then if they said anything about him, the response would be less likely to be, 'Yeah that guy's an ass' and more likely to be something like, 'Really? S'bel? No, you must be mistaken. Ipsyth's so sweet. And he even visits his fellow blueriders when they break limbs'. ...It was a limb, right? S'bel wasn't even completely sure on that. Did he look like a damn healer? It wasn't his job to keep track of other people's injuries. Well, as long as it wasn't a coma, he was sure his visit would be welcome. He could practically see the other man going stir-crazy already.
Besides, I'shan was entertaining and, more importantly, S'bel was still on good terms with the other bluerider. And it was one of the many contradictions in S'bel's character that he loved company while greatly disliking people as a whole. He tried not to think too hard about that.
He finally arrived at his destination, I'shan's tent. "Hey, I'shan, you in there?" he called as he stopped in front of it. Although where else would the man be? He had a broken leg. Arm? ...Back? Though he supposed he could have still been out an about if it was the arm. So they would hope for one of the other two... preferably leg. Broken backs were way more depressing.
Ipsyth seemed reluctant to answer. Like perhaps if he pointed it out, S'bel would suddenly realize what he was doing and stop once he became aware of it. Come on, out with it, he prodded further, stalling his walk until the blue spat it out.
Still, the blue ignored the negativity in his rider's mind, apparently overjoyed for S'bel taking the initiative to do something that seemed so selfless to the blue. So S'bel just let him go on thinking that way, though the bluerider was well aware of his own intentions and figured on some level Ipsyth should have been aware of that as well. Who knew what went on in that blue's head sometimes. No, S'bel already knew his motivations weren't anywhere near being kind for it's own sake. He wasn't visiting I'shan to be nice, but because it looked nice. It was always nice to have a back-up for the times when he did rub people the wrong way. Then if they said anything about him, the response would be less likely to be, 'Yeah that guy's an ass' and more likely to be something like, 'Really? S'bel? No, you must be mistaken. Ipsyth's so sweet. And he even visits his fellow blueriders when they break limbs'. ...It was a limb, right? S'bel wasn't even completely sure on that. Did he look like a damn healer? It wasn't his job to keep track of other people's injuries. Well, as long as it wasn't a coma, he was sure his visit would be welcome. He could practically see the other man going stir-crazy already.
Besides, I'shan was entertaining and, more importantly, S'bel was still on good terms with the other bluerider. And it was one of the many contradictions in S'bel's character that he loved company while greatly disliking people as a whole. He tried not to think too hard about that.
He finally arrived at his destination, I'shan's tent. "Hey, I'shan, you in there?" he called as he stopped in front of it. Although where else would the man be? He had a broken leg. Arm? ...Back? Though he supposed he could have still been out an about if it was the arm. So they would hope for one of the other two... preferably leg. Broken backs were way more depressing.