22.Aug.12, 01:15 AM
As they emerged, Ilveriath let out a deep growl of pain.
I'shan winced as well and couldn't help but let out a little whine of his own. He clutched his own shoulder, shocked with the intensity of the pain that filtered from his dragon to him. How strong Ilveriath was, to bear such pain with no more that a shudder and a growl! I'shan's eyes teared up as he reached down to stroke the dragon's hide, trying his best to comfort him.
I'shan wasn't usually the one doing the comforting. Ilveriath was always so calm and strong for him! Always the one guiding and soothing, always the one standing strong. I'shan didn't even know, but the placid blue has his own world of worries and fears that he lovingly kept away from his fragile rider's consciousness. Ilveriath wanted to protect I'shan from all he darkness he could, especially after everything he'd already endured.
Today, that was a difficult task. I'shan was a mess. Something told Ilv that it was about to get worse.
The dragon spiraled downwards and landed gently on the sandy beach of the isle. He held Sanderon aloft for a moment and projected as much calmness and reassurance as he could. Be calm, young one Ilveriath implored. His eyes flashed yellow as he gradually and gently let Sanderon to the ground.
I'shan didn't dismount yet. He pulled his flight goggles back and glared at the wound in his dragon's shoulder, left by the arrow that he'd hastily ripped out right before flashing between. I am fine, I'shan Ilveriath said lightly. I'shan wasn't convinced, but for the time being he accepted it.
He slid down and set his jaw, staring hard at the boy. I'shan was overwhelmed with pity, but also a stab of anger. After all, Sanderon had harmed his dragon.
"I..." Wait, don't say sorry. You already said that. The bluerider cut his eyes away and sighed. "...I....come on. Let's go get your paperwork done and get you settled in. I owe you an explanation."
He turned to walk to the barracks. He paused. "And don't try swimming. It's too far. You'll drown."
I'shan winced as well and couldn't help but let out a little whine of his own. He clutched his own shoulder, shocked with the intensity of the pain that filtered from his dragon to him. How strong Ilveriath was, to bear such pain with no more that a shudder and a growl! I'shan's eyes teared up as he reached down to stroke the dragon's hide, trying his best to comfort him.
I'shan wasn't usually the one doing the comforting. Ilveriath was always so calm and strong for him! Always the one guiding and soothing, always the one standing strong. I'shan didn't even know, but the placid blue has his own world of worries and fears that he lovingly kept away from his fragile rider's consciousness. Ilveriath wanted to protect I'shan from all he darkness he could, especially after everything he'd already endured.
Today, that was a difficult task. I'shan was a mess. Something told Ilv that it was about to get worse.
The dragon spiraled downwards and landed gently on the sandy beach of the isle. He held Sanderon aloft for a moment and projected as much calmness and reassurance as he could. Be calm, young one Ilveriath implored. His eyes flashed yellow as he gradually and gently let Sanderon to the ground.
I'shan didn't dismount yet. He pulled his flight goggles back and glared at the wound in his dragon's shoulder, left by the arrow that he'd hastily ripped out right before flashing between. I am fine, I'shan Ilveriath said lightly. I'shan wasn't convinced, but for the time being he accepted it.
He slid down and set his jaw, staring hard at the boy. I'shan was overwhelmed with pity, but also a stab of anger. After all, Sanderon had harmed his dragon.
"I..." Wait, don't say sorry. You already said that. The bluerider cut his eyes away and sighed. "...I....come on. Let's go get your paperwork done and get you settled in. I owe you an explanation."
He turned to walk to the barracks. He paused. "And don't try swimming. It's too far. You'll drown."