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30.Aug.12, 07:50 PM
The story wasn't easy to tell. I'shan frowned and looked away yet again, his own conflicted emotions threatening to well up to the surface once again. I never accused him of being a killer... the bluerider protested, trying his best not to think too much about the implications.
You did not Ilveriath replied, But I believe he feared that he had the capacity, the dragon explained. He snorted and flopped back in the grass. As passive and gentle as he seemed outwardly, Ilveriath harbored a lot of stress from moderating his own bonded's roller-coaster emotions. Adding a second charge was a steep command, but he accepted it without complaint. Ilveriath hoped, perhaps not without foundation, that getting to know this boy after avoiding him for so long would do something to help.
I'shan allowed the blue to soothe him for a moment before he stood. Unable to come up with a suitable reply to Sanderon's outburst, I'shan chose to evade. He sprang to his feet. 'I...I can send for him, if the Weyrleader will let him come. For now, you hold tight, okay?"
With that, he was off. He vanished into the hallway and down to the small kitchen at the end of the hall. The candidates housed there had to have something to eat, after all. While the island was rarely used these days, I'shan had taken it upon himself to bring some food over. He was hungry all the time, especially when he was bored, and he knew his charge would need something as well. The bluerider quickly started a fire and got a meal going while he discussed plans with Ilveriath.
Do you think it's safe?
He is unstable, but longs for someone to talk to
Let's at least get him fed.... I'shan had no idea how much he sounded like his mother.
I will keep his company, if he will allow me
Good! Good, uh...you do that...
Ilveriath withdrew from his own bonded's mind and returned to Sanderon. I'shan is preparing a meal for you. From what I understand, you are not likely to be disappointed the dragon commented, just a hint of playfulness stirring in his voice as things started to relax. But fear not. All will be well. Ronarth has requested the young healer, and until he is brought, we shall watch over you.
The dragon paused thoughtfully. Many of us are capable of unthinkable acts in times of stress. But you should not linger on the past. Sometimes Ilveriath thought all humans would live better if they chose to live as dragons.
Ilveriath remained quiet after that, his presence resting on the boy's mind like a warm quilt. Eventually, I'shan did make his return, carrying with him an obnoxiously large bowl of soup. He awkwardly set it on the table beside Sanderon.
"Here! Um, do you need me to help you sit up?"
I'shan dear, you're pandering. Don't you think that's a tad insulting?
I'shan glared at the wall. "I'm trying really hard here! Cut me a break!" he snapped at it. He'd have looked like a madmad to anyone who didn't know there was a dragon outside.
You did not Ilveriath replied, But I believe he feared that he had the capacity, the dragon explained. He snorted and flopped back in the grass. As passive and gentle as he seemed outwardly, Ilveriath harbored a lot of stress from moderating his own bonded's roller-coaster emotions. Adding a second charge was a steep command, but he accepted it without complaint. Ilveriath hoped, perhaps not without foundation, that getting to know this boy after avoiding him for so long would do something to help.
I'shan allowed the blue to soothe him for a moment before he stood. Unable to come up with a suitable reply to Sanderon's outburst, I'shan chose to evade. He sprang to his feet. 'I...I can send for him, if the Weyrleader will let him come. For now, you hold tight, okay?"
With that, he was off. He vanished into the hallway and down to the small kitchen at the end of the hall. The candidates housed there had to have something to eat, after all. While the island was rarely used these days, I'shan had taken it upon himself to bring some food over. He was hungry all the time, especially when he was bored, and he knew his charge would need something as well. The bluerider quickly started a fire and got a meal going while he discussed plans with Ilveriath.
Do you think it's safe?
He is unstable, but longs for someone to talk to
Let's at least get him fed.... I'shan had no idea how much he sounded like his mother.
I will keep his company, if he will allow me
Good! Good, uh...you do that...
Ilveriath withdrew from his own bonded's mind and returned to Sanderon. I'shan is preparing a meal for you. From what I understand, you are not likely to be disappointed the dragon commented, just a hint of playfulness stirring in his voice as things started to relax. But fear not. All will be well. Ronarth has requested the young healer, and until he is brought, we shall watch over you.
The dragon paused thoughtfully. Many of us are capable of unthinkable acts in times of stress. But you should not linger on the past. Sometimes Ilveriath thought all humans would live better if they chose to live as dragons.
Ilveriath remained quiet after that, his presence resting on the boy's mind like a warm quilt. Eventually, I'shan did make his return, carrying with him an obnoxiously large bowl of soup. He awkwardly set it on the table beside Sanderon.
"Here! Um, do you need me to help you sit up?"
I'shan dear, you're pandering. Don't you think that's a tad insulting?
I'shan glared at the wall. "I'm trying really hard here! Cut me a break!" he snapped at it. He'd have looked like a madmad to anyone who didn't know there was a dragon outside.
