15.Sep.12, 10:10 PM
I'shan frowned. "It's not an issue of sense," he said, bristling softly, though the fire just wasn't there. It was an issue of sense, though not in the way Valerian was currently implying. "It's an issue of...I don't know."
The bluerider wasn't his usual, talkative self. He shifted in the water a bit and ran his hands through his hair, bruising stray bits out of his face. "Kid on the island got in a fight and has tried to escape a few times. D'ren put me in charge, Ii guess because I'm the one who brought him in," the blue muttered. "He's not so bad, though. He's calmed down a lot, and he seems to have made friends with the Weyrleader's bronze." Then again, who hadn't? I'shan wanted badly to feel optimistic about Sanderon, but it was still too early to tell.
N'gelt was an even more pressing matter, though. I'shan wasn't content with a broom, and he never would be. He hated the broom. He wanted to burn it! Shards, he was just so bored! An indignant look showed on his face in the low glowlight as he slumped against the lip of the bath.
I'shan looked towards Valerian and frowned. "You'll get one soon. It takes time for dragons to really get the hang of the chase," he said, but he quickly realized Val wasn't looking for encouragement. When the weyrling blue came up from the water, he would find I'shan looming much closer and looking down at him with much, much more intensity.
"What's wrong, bud? You need to talk?"
The bluerider wasn't his usual, talkative self. He shifted in the water a bit and ran his hands through his hair, bruising stray bits out of his face. "Kid on the island got in a fight and has tried to escape a few times. D'ren put me in charge, Ii guess because I'm the one who brought him in," the blue muttered. "He's not so bad, though. He's calmed down a lot, and he seems to have made friends with the Weyrleader's bronze." Then again, who hadn't? I'shan wanted badly to feel optimistic about Sanderon, but it was still too early to tell.
N'gelt was an even more pressing matter, though. I'shan wasn't content with a broom, and he never would be. He hated the broom. He wanted to burn it! Shards, he was just so bored! An indignant look showed on his face in the low glowlight as he slumped against the lip of the bath.
I'shan looked towards Valerian and frowned. "You'll get one soon. It takes time for dragons to really get the hang of the chase," he said, but he quickly realized Val wasn't looking for encouragement. When the weyrling blue came up from the water, he would find I'shan looming much closer and looking down at him with much, much more intensity.
"What's wrong, bud? You need to talk?"