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21.Aug.13, 10:01 PM
S'cer wasn't sure what to say, and he stared up at A'liran with an incredulous expression. Surprised he was the first? S'cer hadn't had any friends at Katila as a candidate, and he had been happy with that; perhaps he still was, with Quelseth to fill in the missing gaps now, but the strange constricting of his throat couldn't be helped. He coughed, trying to clear it away, a flush creeping up his neck at A'liran's sentimentality, embarrassed at how good it was to know that someone cared.
Of course someone cares. You're not alone.
Isscer shot his green a look; as a hatchling, she didn't have a handle on her projection. The blush deepened, and S'cer couldn't meet A'liran's eyes; he didn't want the greenrider to think him weak, and sentimentality was just one form of weakness. It was easier with A'liran's typical no-nonsense advice, and S'cer managed a half-smile, a tremulous laugh.
"When have I ever let someone walk all over me?" S'cer quipped, one eyebrow quirking in amusement though he was quite serious. He had been a quiet Candidate, but had made no bones about his blatant dislike of Katila on the whole if asked--it was just that no one asked, and that was irritating in itself. "I don't intend to now, I assure you." It was part bluster, for underneath it all S'cer was afraid of all the sudden changes, of Quelseth's fragile state, but the former Farmcrafter had never given anything but his whole self when he made up his mind.
"Ah, this is Quelseth." The little green paused in her snuffling of Edik to get to her feet, wings flicking out before settling at her sides. Head canted to one side, she observed the new arrival with curious eyes.
He is not a dragonhealer?
She was afraid of them, of the endless poking and prodding, and S'cer could empathize with that. He just hoped that A'liran wouldn't take her wary question the wrong way, for he could surely have heard it, and S'cer shot the greenrider a look. "No, this is A'liran of green Astoreth. He's... the only friend I've got, and a good one besides." Quelseth sniffed the air delicately, but made no moves to move closer--she was not the sort of dragonet to let herself be petted, especially not by strange dragonriders. "He came to see us, to wish us well."
That was nice of him.
She still wasn't sure of A'liran, and S'cer wouldn't push her to like anyone, but he trusted that she might grow to accept his friend. "I imagine the post-Hatching celebrations were something since double Hatchings don't typically happen, but we didn't get to go. You didn't get too wild, did you?" S'cer fully expected A'liran to have enjoyed himself--the greenrider did have quite the reputation, after all--and he grinned, clearly teasing.
Isscer shot his green a look; as a hatchling, she didn't have a handle on her projection. The blush deepened, and S'cer couldn't meet A'liran's eyes; he didn't want the greenrider to think him weak, and sentimentality was just one form of weakness. It was easier with A'liran's typical no-nonsense advice, and S'cer managed a half-smile, a tremulous laugh.
"When have I ever let someone walk all over me?" S'cer quipped, one eyebrow quirking in amusement though he was quite serious. He had been a quiet Candidate, but had made no bones about his blatant dislike of Katila on the whole if asked--it was just that no one asked, and that was irritating in itself. "I don't intend to now, I assure you." It was part bluster, for underneath it all S'cer was afraid of all the sudden changes, of Quelseth's fragile state, but the former Farmcrafter had never given anything but his whole self when he made up his mind.
"Ah, this is Quelseth." The little green paused in her snuffling of Edik to get to her feet, wings flicking out before settling at her sides. Head canted to one side, she observed the new arrival with curious eyes.
She was afraid of them, of the endless poking and prodding, and S'cer could empathize with that. He just hoped that A'liran wouldn't take her wary question the wrong way, for he could surely have heard it, and S'cer shot the greenrider a look. "No, this is A'liran of green Astoreth. He's... the only friend I've got, and a good one besides." Quelseth sniffed the air delicately, but made no moves to move closer--she was not the sort of dragonet to let herself be petted, especially not by strange dragonriders. "He came to see us, to wish us well."
She still wasn't sure of A'liran, and S'cer wouldn't push her to like anyone, but he trusted that she might grow to accept his friend. "I imagine the post-Hatching celebrations were something since double Hatchings don't typically happen, but we didn't get to go. You didn't get too wild, did you?" S'cer fully expected A'liran to have enjoyed himself--the greenrider did have quite the reputation, after all--and he grinned, clearly teasing.
