04.Mar.12, 06:15 AM
"I'm going to murder you."
The bronzerider's words were sharp, low and distressingly serious as he stepped out of his sleeping chamber, expression stony and eyes sagging from lack of sleep. The keening had kept him awake all night, especially with Ronarth being one of the first to join in. News of Larrikith's shameful treatment of the hallfolk hadn't reached him until moments before, otherwise he'd have made an early appearance at the actual scene. He'd thought at the time that there was little he could do. A candidate had apparently committed suicide. The news had made him sick! But now, early in the morning and still unshaven and unwashed, the full story reached him, and he was angry with himself for dismissing it prior!
He pointed one finger at B'jin as he stalked across the room. "I...don't even know what to say to you!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air with frustration and disbelief. "Tell me B'jin, were you sent from the darkest pits of between just to make sure I never have any rest? Shards!"
He paused to rub his temples. He felt like he was going to be sick. "Ronarth tells me that you're boy survived," he said wearily. "...I'm glad about that. I feel bad enough about taking their lives from them without them deciding to do so literally." He narrowed his eyes a bit. So much for having B'jin FIX the little bastard!
"Do you know the rumors I've been hearing? Healer Hall was in an uproar over his disappearance, and another searchrider made a mistake and picked up the girl you mentioned. Isn't that trouble enough? And now I find out that Larrikith was...was punting people around the lawn in front of our hall?!"
For a moment, it seemed like he may actually strike the greenrider. He stopped, however, catching himself and lowering both hands. He crossed them across his chest to keep them in check. "Unbelievable. Tell me, B'jin, how would you feel if you found out she'd really hurt someone?" He was just as angry at himself for not going over there and stopping it, but he'd been under the impression that the damage was already done. He relied on Ronarth to bring him such news, but Ronarth was stupid and had been too confused to be any help.
Sharding dragons!
"B'jin, you are grounded!" D'ren snapped. He didn't look finished, though. Just thinking.
The bronzerider's words were sharp, low and distressingly serious as he stepped out of his sleeping chamber, expression stony and eyes sagging from lack of sleep. The keening had kept him awake all night, especially with Ronarth being one of the first to join in. News of Larrikith's shameful treatment of the hallfolk hadn't reached him until moments before, otherwise he'd have made an early appearance at the actual scene. He'd thought at the time that there was little he could do. A candidate had apparently committed suicide. The news had made him sick! But now, early in the morning and still unshaven and unwashed, the full story reached him, and he was angry with himself for dismissing it prior!
He pointed one finger at B'jin as he stalked across the room. "I...don't even know what to say to you!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air with frustration and disbelief. "Tell me B'jin, were you sent from the darkest pits of between just to make sure I never have any rest? Shards!"
He paused to rub his temples. He felt like he was going to be sick. "Ronarth tells me that you're boy survived," he said wearily. "...I'm glad about that. I feel bad enough about taking their lives from them without them deciding to do so literally." He narrowed his eyes a bit. So much for having B'jin FIX the little bastard!
"Do you know the rumors I've been hearing? Healer Hall was in an uproar over his disappearance, and another searchrider made a mistake and picked up the girl you mentioned. Isn't that trouble enough? And now I find out that Larrikith was...was punting people around the lawn in front of our hall?!"
For a moment, it seemed like he may actually strike the greenrider. He stopped, however, catching himself and lowering both hands. He crossed them across his chest to keep them in check. "Unbelievable. Tell me, B'jin, how would you feel if you found out she'd really hurt someone?" He was just as angry at himself for not going over there and stopping it, but he'd been under the impression that the damage was already done. He relied on Ronarth to bring him such news, but Ronarth was stupid and had been too confused to be any help.
Sharding dragons!
"B'jin, you are grounded!" D'ren snapped. He didn't look finished, though. Just thinking.