15.Sep.13, 08:12 PM
A'liran liked to think of himself as the guardian of greenriders. He knew as well as anyone how difficult their lives could be, distracted not only by the passions of their dragons but by the prejudices of other riders. It was hard enough to be like him, a strong and pushy man with a lot of pride and not a lot of room to exercise it. He could only imagine how terrible it must have been for a woman. Maybe some riders would afford them some mercy or some chivalry, but the pessimistic greenrider was certain that just as many would treat them even worse.
When he heard about Ravana's rough flight, he stayed away. He was too ashamed of his own to dare stick his head above the sand. Today, however, he'd learned through Astoreth that Ravana had visited the healer. Concerned that there might be some sort of lasting complication and unwilling to forget the gift she'd sent him after his own bad flight, Ali decided to take the time to visit.
Ali tried to be friends with everyone, or at least everyone worth his time. Ravana was someone he both respected and saw eye to eye with on many issues as well, so he was particularly concerned. He frowned at her as soon as she opened the door, his eyes immediately drawn to her shaking hands.
"You okay?" he asked, seeing no reason to hide his intentions with gentleness or evasiveness. There was some definite concern in his voice, and a creeping anger that suggested that he was awfully displeased with what he saw. If he found out that dirty, stinking bonrzerider had laid a hand on her...
When he heard about Ravana's rough flight, he stayed away. He was too ashamed of his own to dare stick his head above the sand. Today, however, he'd learned through Astoreth that Ravana had visited the healer. Concerned that there might be some sort of lasting complication and unwilling to forget the gift she'd sent him after his own bad flight, Ali decided to take the time to visit.
Ali tried to be friends with everyone, or at least everyone worth his time. Ravana was someone he both respected and saw eye to eye with on many issues as well, so he was particularly concerned. He frowned at her as soon as she opened the door, his eyes immediately drawn to her shaking hands.
"You okay?" he asked, seeing no reason to hide his intentions with gentleness or evasiveness. There was some definite concern in his voice, and a creeping anger that suggested that he was awfully displeased with what he saw. If he found out that dirty, stinking bonrzerider had laid a hand on her...