03.Dec.12, 09:09 AM
You 'can't condone such behavior'? I think the big handsome blue has a double standard she crooned lovingly. Astoreth always deferred to blues, as per her instincts, but she really did enjoy the game. Now that A'liran was warm and safe, she could let herself forget the evening's happenings a bit and participate in one of her favorite hobbies. That isn't to say that that Zeianth himself was a toy, but she did enjoy poking holes in others' logic. It annoyed A'liran.
She purred a bit, then softened her tone. But Zeianth she said, A'liran means him no harm. He did not even wish to discuss what happened or to name Z'ia as the culprit. That is my fault, and I did so not to cause harm, but because yours deserves to know the truth. A'liran simply did not want to be alone. She spoke solemnly, confident in her words but also with a touch of sadness. She sent a gentle wave of reassurance to A'liran before curling in his nest and dozing off. Part of her wanted to reach out to Aveleth, but that would have to be another day. She hated that she'd hurt him, but A'liran came first. He always would.
Inside, A'liran soon found himself shamefully downing the food. Shards, he'd wanted to decline it at first, but after the first bite he realized just how hungry he was. Hhe lifted a brow and glanced over to D'hys, who hadn't directly asked why Astoreth had done what she'd done, but certainly made a point of saying that he didn't know. A perplexed expression crossed A'liran's face. "Baby girl?" he asked her, unintentionally speaking out loud as he often did. He looked up at the ceiling, as if she were out there.
What the fuck?
Astoreth gave A'liran the same answer she'd given Zeianth. Craftily, she slipped her words into the back of D'hys' mind as well. I thought it best that you know the truth she said lightly. I don't care what you do with the knowledge. But there it is. She paused thoughtfully. He will never show it, but he is frightened to be alone.
A'liran scowled at the ceiling. "Baby girl? You better not be ta-" He stopped short as she realized she was indeed talking to D'hys. The greenrider spit a curse and promptly downed his ale. Once it was gone, he shuddered at the bitter taste and glanced back to D'hys.
"Um. Thanks," he said, tone flat and bland, but wholly serious. His lip twitched. "...Not a lot of places I could go for help this time of night. The healers would report it, and I don't....really want anyone to know."
She purred a bit, then softened her tone. But Zeianth she said, A'liran means him no harm. He did not even wish to discuss what happened or to name Z'ia as the culprit. That is my fault, and I did so not to cause harm, but because yours deserves to know the truth. A'liran simply did not want to be alone. She spoke solemnly, confident in her words but also with a touch of sadness. She sent a gentle wave of reassurance to A'liran before curling in his nest and dozing off. Part of her wanted to reach out to Aveleth, but that would have to be another day. She hated that she'd hurt him, but A'liran came first. He always would.
Inside, A'liran soon found himself shamefully downing the food. Shards, he'd wanted to decline it at first, but after the first bite he realized just how hungry he was. Hhe lifted a brow and glanced over to D'hys, who hadn't directly asked why Astoreth had done what she'd done, but certainly made a point of saying that he didn't know. A perplexed expression crossed A'liran's face. "Baby girl?" he asked her, unintentionally speaking out loud as he often did. He looked up at the ceiling, as if she were out there.
What the fuck?
Astoreth gave A'liran the same answer she'd given Zeianth. Craftily, she slipped her words into the back of D'hys' mind as well. I thought it best that you know the truth she said lightly. I don't care what you do with the knowledge. But there it is. She paused thoughtfully. He will never show it, but he is frightened to be alone.
A'liran scowled at the ceiling. "Baby girl? You better not be ta-" He stopped short as she realized she was indeed talking to D'hys. The greenrider spit a curse and promptly downed his ale. Once it was gone, he shuddered at the bitter taste and glanced back to D'hys.
"Um. Thanks," he said, tone flat and bland, but wholly serious. His lip twitched. "...Not a lot of places I could go for help this time of night. The healers would report it, and I don't....really want anyone to know."