19.Aug.12, 05:17 AM
I'shan missed most of the drama, too preoccupied by the wine selection process to overhear much of the conversation. He turned around just in time to see B'jin pull away from N'gelt's grasp and cringe against R'nd. I'shan frowned. Surely N'gelt hadn't done something out of sorts already? Not after I'shan had requested that his lover be on his very best behavior tonight?
The little bluerider bit his lip and continued on, banishing his concerns to the back of his mind. B'jin was probably just being a little bit skittish! That made sense, right? B'jin was always a little bit skittish, though I'shan had started to notice that it appeared to be around the riders of male dragons more often than not. As he bustled into the kitchen, I'shan wondered if he'd done anything unseemly during their flight to make B'jin so nervous around him.
Within minutes, his concerns were behind him. He moved into the dining area with a bright smile and quickly began serving dinner, starting with the wine. As he moved from glass to glass, I'shan thought about what a treat this must be for B'jin. After all, it wasn't every day that a bluerider served a greenrider dinner! In his own smug delight, he didn't pause to consider that such thoughts made him part of the problem not part of the solution. Empathy wasn't his strong suit, but he was trying.
Next was the stew. I'shan quickly spooned out generous portions to each man, pausing to give R'nd and B'jin a thankful and reassuring look respectively. He really appreciated the er...risks they'd taken to attend.
Oh! He'd forgotten the most important part! How could he? The little bluerider frowned back at his mate. "I'm sorry, baby! I forgot to get your drink," I'shan said in a flourish of uncharacteristic subservience. In the back of his mind, Ilveriath shuddered. I'shan was too focused on the task in front of him to notice, but Ilveriath was awfully worried over this little trend.
I'shan darted from the room like an obedient kitchen servant running errands for a lord. He returned with a bottle of ale, which he opened and apologetically handed over.
"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to forget," I'shan cooed, wholly unaware of his own cowed behavior. Then, with a supremely satisfied look, the oblivious bluerider seated himself.
"How's the food?" he asked his friends eagerly.
The little bluerider bit his lip and continued on, banishing his concerns to the back of his mind. B'jin was probably just being a little bit skittish! That made sense, right? B'jin was always a little bit skittish, though I'shan had started to notice that it appeared to be around the riders of male dragons more often than not. As he bustled into the kitchen, I'shan wondered if he'd done anything unseemly during their flight to make B'jin so nervous around him.
Within minutes, his concerns were behind him. He moved into the dining area with a bright smile and quickly began serving dinner, starting with the wine. As he moved from glass to glass, I'shan thought about what a treat this must be for B'jin. After all, it wasn't every day that a bluerider served a greenrider dinner! In his own smug delight, he didn't pause to consider that such thoughts made him part of the problem not part of the solution. Empathy wasn't his strong suit, but he was trying.
Next was the stew. I'shan quickly spooned out generous portions to each man, pausing to give R'nd and B'jin a thankful and reassuring look respectively. He really appreciated the er...risks they'd taken to attend.
Oh! He'd forgotten the most important part! How could he? The little bluerider frowned back at his mate. "I'm sorry, baby! I forgot to get your drink," I'shan said in a flourish of uncharacteristic subservience. In the back of his mind, Ilveriath shuddered. I'shan was too focused on the task in front of him to notice, but Ilveriath was awfully worried over this little trend.
I'shan darted from the room like an obedient kitchen servant running errands for a lord. He returned with a bottle of ale, which he opened and apologetically handed over.
"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to forget," I'shan cooed, wholly unaware of his own cowed behavior. Then, with a supremely satisfied look, the oblivious bluerider seated himself.
"How's the food?" he asked his friends eagerly.