25.Aug.12, 10:28 AM
Rilaleeyth never got the chance to come up with a comment about sharing Aveleth or being Tyrrisath as the brown in question appeared and Astoreth started panicking. As always, the brightly coloured green was conflicted. She wanted to step up and defend her fellow green that was completely terrified and falling into submission but at the same time, Rilaleeyth was close to doing the same. She trembled at the sight of Tyrrisath but that was the only movement she made. She couldn’t even find her voice.
J’ver was doing much the same as his dragon; standing perfectly still, eyes wide with fear as a very angry S’kef came roaring at the greenriders. He was certain the rage was meant for him as the bellowed question didn’t hold one name or the other so his mind, trained by turns of abuse in one form or another, automatically filled in that he had been bad and was about to be punished. Even when A’liran went scrambling to get away, J’ver still thought he was the one in trouble. How many times had S’kef called him a slut or had him refer to himself as one?
He was so close to running inside his hut, locking the door, and praying Tyrrisath couldn’t knock the entire structure down when everything seemed to calm. A’liran and Astoreth vanished while S’kef and Tyrrisath seemed to have a silent battle of will. J’ver managed one step toward his door when the great brown beast made a movement which put an end to any the greenrider wanted to make. He had quite the mouth on him and could put on quite the show of confidence but even J’ver was cautious around Tyrrisath. If nothing else, the brown served as a wonderful roadblock when S’kef wanted his prey cornered.
Even out in the open, J’ver felt very cornered.
Thank you, she finally managed to say something though her already soft voice was barely above a whisper. Thinking no further harm could come of asking, Would you like to share with me? It didn’t matter that he had taken the forgotten wherry as if it were his own to do with as he pleased; his gesture touched Rilaleeyth and she was all about kindness. Much like J’ver, she hadn’t eaten as much as she should have since the break up so the gesture was extra special, as if Tyrrisath knew exactly what she needed; like he always did.
J’ver took a steadying breath and then another and let Rilaleeyth’s growing happiness brush against him. It was warm and reassuring, like it always was, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the fear from blue eyes as S’kef turned back to him. The use of his nickname was a clever move and it almost worked with luring him into thinking all was well. But it couldn’t be, though oh how he wanted it to be! J’ver wanted nothing more than to embrace the brownrider and then scold him for taking so long on finding his way back but all witty retorts fled with the other green pair and he was left with nothing but the knowledge that he was in trouble.
J’ver was doing much the same as his dragon; standing perfectly still, eyes wide with fear as a very angry S’kef came roaring at the greenriders. He was certain the rage was meant for him as the bellowed question didn’t hold one name or the other so his mind, trained by turns of abuse in one form or another, automatically filled in that he had been bad and was about to be punished. Even when A’liran went scrambling to get away, J’ver still thought he was the one in trouble. How many times had S’kef called him a slut or had him refer to himself as one?
He was so close to running inside his hut, locking the door, and praying Tyrrisath couldn’t knock the entire structure down when everything seemed to calm. A’liran and Astoreth vanished while S’kef and Tyrrisath seemed to have a silent battle of will. J’ver managed one step toward his door when the great brown beast made a movement which put an end to any the greenrider wanted to make. He had quite the mouth on him and could put on quite the show of confidence but even J’ver was cautious around Tyrrisath. If nothing else, the brown served as a wonderful roadblock when S’kef wanted his prey cornered.
Even out in the open, J’ver felt very cornered.
Thank you, she finally managed to say something though her already soft voice was barely above a whisper. Thinking no further harm could come of asking, Would you like to share with me? It didn’t matter that he had taken the forgotten wherry as if it were his own to do with as he pleased; his gesture touched Rilaleeyth and she was all about kindness. Much like J’ver, she hadn’t eaten as much as she should have since the break up so the gesture was extra special, as if Tyrrisath knew exactly what she needed; like he always did.
J’ver took a steadying breath and then another and let Rilaleeyth’s growing happiness brush against him. It was warm and reassuring, like it always was, but it still wasn’t enough to keep the fear from blue eyes as S’kef turned back to him. The use of his nickname was a clever move and it almost worked with luring him into thinking all was well. But it couldn’t be, though oh how he wanted it to be! J’ver wanted nothing more than to embrace the brownrider and then scold him for taking so long on finding his way back but all witty retorts fled with the other green pair and he was left with nothing but the knowledge that he was in trouble.