27.Feb.12, 02:47 PM
The news was as Ilveriath expected. ...Humans and their faces he said with dull humor, taking joy in the extreme literalness in Ayyonth's response. However, the blue dragon's mischievous tone was tempered also with light concern. He rumbled softly as he watched Ayyonth and his rider retreat. Take care, then. I am sorry your rider is in pain he said, silently withdrawing from the other dragon's mind before angling his head towards the hut.
I'shan? Come outside. I am here
No! I don't want to go past the kitchen I'shan said impetuously.
If dragons could sigh, Ilveriath would have. That makes no sense he observed, but decided not to question it. His rider was a selectively delicate creature, and telling him how silly he was being would only upset him more. Instead, the dragon crooned and positioned his snout just outside the window, eyes glowing dimly in the night air, and watched over I'shan as he remained in his curled-up, indignant position.
As perplexed as Ilveriath was, he understood that I'shan was genuinely distressed. I'shan hated violence and had no concept of how to properly handle it. The violent he witnessed was of the worst kind, too; lover on friend.
Time passed, and I'shan was able to calm himself under the warming presence of Ilveriath. When N'gelt entered the room, I'shan didn't even notice.It wasn't until the brownrider actually touched him that I'shan snapped back to reality and lifted his head.
N'gelt's gentle touch turned into an awkward consolation and another gentle pat. So heavily endeared by the sheer awkwardness if it, I'shan couldn't help but break out into a silly smile. "Aw..." was all he managed as he sat up and arranged himself next to N'gelt, leaning over and burying his face in the man's neck. He sniffled softly, but was able to swallow any tears, perhaps thanks to Ilveriath's gentle watch and calming, bolstering influence.
I'shan wanted very badly to ask why N'gelt would have done such a thing, but he was a little scared to do so. Instead he just squeezed the brownrider tightly, body shuddering just a bit as he recalled the incident. "Remind me to never piss you off," he squeaked.
I'shan? Come outside. I am here
No! I don't want to go past the kitchen I'shan said impetuously.
If dragons could sigh, Ilveriath would have. That makes no sense he observed, but decided not to question it. His rider was a selectively delicate creature, and telling him how silly he was being would only upset him more. Instead, the dragon crooned and positioned his snout just outside the window, eyes glowing dimly in the night air, and watched over I'shan as he remained in his curled-up, indignant position.
As perplexed as Ilveriath was, he understood that I'shan was genuinely distressed. I'shan hated violence and had no concept of how to properly handle it. The violent he witnessed was of the worst kind, too; lover on friend.
Time passed, and I'shan was able to calm himself under the warming presence of Ilveriath. When N'gelt entered the room, I'shan didn't even notice.It wasn't until the brownrider actually touched him that I'shan snapped back to reality and lifted his head.
N'gelt's gentle touch turned into an awkward consolation and another gentle pat. So heavily endeared by the sheer awkwardness if it, I'shan couldn't help but break out into a silly smile. "Aw..." was all he managed as he sat up and arranged himself next to N'gelt, leaning over and burying his face in the man's neck. He sniffled softly, but was able to swallow any tears, perhaps thanks to Ilveriath's gentle watch and calming, bolstering influence.
I'shan wanted very badly to ask why N'gelt would have done such a thing, but he was a little scared to do so. Instead he just squeezed the brownrider tightly, body shuddering just a bit as he recalled the incident. "Remind me to never piss you off," he squeaked.