13.Sep.12, 04:13 AM
I'shan managed a slight, yet impish smile. "I don't blame you for that. It's like I said...it sounded crazy to me when I was a kid. And I....well, I guess I was afraid Impressing a dragon would compromise who I am in some way. My mom really wanted me to go for it, though. It meant a lot to her." He paused and took in a sharp breath, as if startled or somehow wounded by his own words. He could remember how his mother pleaded for him to heed the searchrider's call. It was his destiny, she told him.
Ishellian had never believed in destiny, only in the present. Yet for some reason, he still went.
He exhaled suddenly, almost drearily, as he decided to share. "I didn't have a father, you see. I had mom, and she had me, and that was it. She told me my father was a dragonrider, though. So when they searched me, she just...she was so proud of me. So I gave it a shot." He shrugged. "Ilveriath is a sensitive dragon. He has tendencies, but no dragon ever picks someone without a reason. But I also know that dragons don't harm people...and if you really, really don't want a dragon, deep in the pit of your heart and gut...none will bond to you. They'll smell it, and they'll stay away. There's no such thing as an unwanted Impression."
He smiled reassuringly, though he was also amused by his own trailing thoughts. B'jin often claimed to have not wanted Larrikith. I'shan knew there was something off about their bond, and while he didn't understand it, he also knew B'jin loved Larrikith more than anything else in the world.
"I know a lot of you guys are worried that a dragon can ruin your life. I've never seen it, just so you know. But I don't wanna do like some of the others do...and I dunno, insist that you HAVE to have one to be happy. If it happens, it happens...if it doesn't, it wasn't meant to."
I favor him to Impress
I know you do.
Ilveriath seemed to relax again. He set his head in I'shan's lap, where the small man wrapped both arms around the beast's snout and squeezed.
As for the relationship, I'shan wasn't sure what else to say. A briuef flash in his eyes suggested that it was not okay, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. N'gelt loves me he reminded himself. He glanced to Ilveriath for reassurance, but the dragon wasn't sure what to offer. He knew the brownrider seemed to love his own bonded, but N'gelt was a cloudy figure with many secrets. Any time Ilveriarth made an effort to learn them, Saquith always interfered. Until I'shan and N'gelt spoke on even ground and shared those secrets together, they would remain buried.
Ilveriath hated those secrets. They were hurting his rider.
I'shan frowned a little. Ilveriath had shut him out again. He could feel the dragon's walls slamming closed around some sort of negative emotion. Ever since the flight that day, I'shan had become aware of it. He hated it. He hated thinking he was so weak that his dragon had to shield him from pain.
Ilv? I know you're worrying about me. Please stop.
The blue's eyes suddenly flushed a shade to match his hide. I cannot he crooned. He lovingly bumped his snout against I'shan's face, causing the man to recoil.
"Ouch! My nose!"
Ilveriath rumbled in embarrassment and lapped his tongue at his rider's face in apology. I'shan giggled.
Ishellian had never believed in destiny, only in the present. Yet for some reason, he still went.
He exhaled suddenly, almost drearily, as he decided to share. "I didn't have a father, you see. I had mom, and she had me, and that was it. She told me my father was a dragonrider, though. So when they searched me, she just...she was so proud of me. So I gave it a shot." He shrugged. "Ilveriath is a sensitive dragon. He has tendencies, but no dragon ever picks someone without a reason. But I also know that dragons don't harm people...and if you really, really don't want a dragon, deep in the pit of your heart and gut...none will bond to you. They'll smell it, and they'll stay away. There's no such thing as an unwanted Impression."
He smiled reassuringly, though he was also amused by his own trailing thoughts. B'jin often claimed to have not wanted Larrikith. I'shan knew there was something off about their bond, and while he didn't understand it, he also knew B'jin loved Larrikith more than anything else in the world.
"I know a lot of you guys are worried that a dragon can ruin your life. I've never seen it, just so you know. But I don't wanna do like some of the others do...and I dunno, insist that you HAVE to have one to be happy. If it happens, it happens...if it doesn't, it wasn't meant to."
I favor him to Impress
I know you do.
Ilveriath seemed to relax again. He set his head in I'shan's lap, where the small man wrapped both arms around the beast's snout and squeezed.
As for the relationship, I'shan wasn't sure what else to say. A briuef flash in his eyes suggested that it was not okay, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. N'gelt loves me he reminded himself. He glanced to Ilveriath for reassurance, but the dragon wasn't sure what to offer. He knew the brownrider seemed to love his own bonded, but N'gelt was a cloudy figure with many secrets. Any time Ilveriarth made an effort to learn them, Saquith always interfered. Until I'shan and N'gelt spoke on even ground and shared those secrets together, they would remain buried.
Ilveriath hated those secrets. They were hurting his rider.
I'shan frowned a little. Ilveriath had shut him out again. He could feel the dragon's walls slamming closed around some sort of negative emotion. Ever since the flight that day, I'shan had become aware of it. He hated it. He hated thinking he was so weak that his dragon had to shield him from pain.
Ilv? I know you're worrying about me. Please stop.
The blue's eyes suddenly flushed a shade to match his hide. I cannot he crooned. He lovingly bumped his snout against I'shan's face, causing the man to recoil.
"Ouch! My nose!"
Ilveriath rumbled in embarrassment and lapped his tongue at his rider's face in apology. I'shan giggled.