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28.Jan.12, 10:34 PM
I will leave, if you'd prefer Ronarth said slowly. The bronze was friendly and liked the company of other dragons, but he never quite knew how to take such standoffish replies. Even if Larrikith didn't mean it, that's how Ronarth took it. He expected it from her. It seemed many of Katila's greens felt that way towards him. It was why he never attempted to fly them. With a ragged exhale, the bronze turned his head away and looked back towards the Weyr. I am just worried about D'ren. He works himself too hard and never sleeps until he collapses. I am worried his heart will wear out the bronze said sadly. He crooned and started to climb to a more secure position atop the rocks.
He exhaled roughly. I miss Ista he said. I miss the way things were before, when we were wingseconds and he was happier he said. Ronarth's simple mind had trouble with D'ren's motives and explanations, though the dragon knew that somehow, his rider was still happy...but it was a different kind of happy. It troubled the bronze.
He wished the plague had never happened. He would still be with his old mate, his rider would have his old friends...things would be much better. There would be no more stress, no more distraught little ones, and so much more company. Neither of them would live with pressure or guilt.
He exhaled roughly. I miss Ista he said. I miss the way things were before, when we were wingseconds and he was happier he said. Ronarth's simple mind had trouble with D'ren's motives and explanations, though the dragon knew that somehow, his rider was still happy...but it was a different kind of happy. It troubled the bronze.
He wished the plague had never happened. He would still be with his old mate, his rider would have his old friends...things would be much better. There would be no more stress, no more distraught little ones, and so much more company. Neither of them would live with pressure or guilt.
