23.Sep.12, 07:51 AM
"It wasn't the plan we wanted, but it was the best plan we had," D'ren corrected lightly. He could have piled the blame on Tsuen, but he just couldn't stand to. "I'm not proud of it by any stretch, but we did what we had to do in order to survive. Many of the riders don't even know the specifics behind it all, and the searchers were given no choice." He felt like his search riders at least deserved that little disclaimer, since so many of them had been the victims of backlash and lived with horrible guilt. B'jin came immediately to mind, and of course K'ren had experienced a horrible mess with Volfetti. D'ren was a little less inclined to pity I'shan, who had a way of getting into trouble no matter what. Of course he would mess searching up, too.
Of course, his dragon being injured was possibly one of the very worst incidents. That was something D'ren could have sympathy for.
"A third queen...that would be ideal, but I doubt it," he said regretfully. "The clutchfather was a brown this time, and the clutch is small. Small eggs, too. But it's not the end of the world; more blues and greens to bolster the ranks are never a bad thing, and the father is a sturdy dragon."
The next part caused the aging man to raise a brow a smile. He called plenty of people 'son', meant more as a polite gesture than anything else, but Sanderon's receptiveness towards it still brought a smile to his face. He hoped it meant that the young man truly had reconsidered the situation and was going to stand by his word and help Katila move forward. "Don't mind if I do," he replied good-naturedly, infinity more relaxed than he had been upon entering.
"With that in mind," he continued. "I believe I'm willing to release you from the island, on the understanding that I'shan will be asked to continue keeping an eye on you for a while. If you check out after a while, you'll have your weapons returned to you and can go hunting. That's your skill, correct? That would be one of the things we brought you for. Shards knows I'shan can't hunt!" The mild joke at the end was a testament to how much better the bronzerider felt.
Of course, his dragon being injured was possibly one of the very worst incidents. That was something D'ren could have sympathy for.
"A third queen...that would be ideal, but I doubt it," he said regretfully. "The clutchfather was a brown this time, and the clutch is small. Small eggs, too. But it's not the end of the world; more blues and greens to bolster the ranks are never a bad thing, and the father is a sturdy dragon."
The next part caused the aging man to raise a brow a smile. He called plenty of people 'son', meant more as a polite gesture than anything else, but Sanderon's receptiveness towards it still brought a smile to his face. He hoped it meant that the young man truly had reconsidered the situation and was going to stand by his word and help Katila move forward. "Don't mind if I do," he replied good-naturedly, infinity more relaxed than he had been upon entering.
"With that in mind," he continued. "I believe I'm willing to release you from the island, on the understanding that I'shan will be asked to continue keeping an eye on you for a while. If you check out after a while, you'll have your weapons returned to you and can go hunting. That's your skill, correct? That would be one of the things we brought you for. Shards knows I'shan can't hunt!" The mild joke at the end was a testament to how much better the bronzerider felt.