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05.May.13, 11:35 PM
The moment of relief that had resulted from Isscer’s successful persuasion was short-lived. A’liran had stormed off, and Isscer had reacted in kind. “Wait!” The Farmcrafter had shouted, shoving his way through the crowd that had gathered in pursuit of the rebellious greenrider. He had only mentioned it because he valued A’liran as a friend--as a sympathetic person in a sea of people who hated the Northerners. Isscer had not wanted him to be hurt; such depth of feeling was a rare occurrence and had been since being Stolen, but no amount of pretending to be indifferent could squelch out something as powerful as emotion.
“Would you slow down, man!” Never mind the fact that the greenrider was older than him (although he still looked quite young)--Isscer was irritated by the huffy greenrider’s attitude and complete lack of gratitude. Titles were irrelevant now, though he was the sort to be a stickler for them normally. “Do you want S’kef to execute you too? Wasn’t one thrashing enough?” Isscer remembered witnessing that--it had been meant to serve as a lesson, but apparently A’liran hadn’t learned a thing.
Isscer laughed then, a wry humorless thing, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he trotted along to catch up with the greenrider who had a bit of a head start. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” He was well and truly done; whatever attempt he had wanted to make to calmly confront A’liran was long since out of the picture. “You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.”
In truth Isscer was angry because he was hurt; he did not understand why A’liran would very nearly hit him when he was trying to help, least of all because he considered A’liran a friend when there was no one else. Perhaps they were not the best of friends, as their duties typically took them in different circles, but Isscer valued him because he understood. That was enough to make the standoffish Farmcrafter raise his voice when he normally would not, for a greenrider even!
“Would you slow down, man!” Never mind the fact that the greenrider was older than him (although he still looked quite young)--Isscer was irritated by the huffy greenrider’s attitude and complete lack of gratitude. Titles were irrelevant now, though he was the sort to be a stickler for them normally. “Do you want S’kef to execute you too? Wasn’t one thrashing enough?” Isscer remembered witnessing that--it had been meant to serve as a lesson, but apparently A’liran hadn’t learned a thing.
Isscer laughed then, a wry humorless thing, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he trotted along to catch up with the greenrider who had a bit of a head start. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” He was well and truly done; whatever attempt he had wanted to make to calmly confront A’liran was long since out of the picture. “You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days.”
In truth Isscer was angry because he was hurt; he did not understand why A’liran would very nearly hit him when he was trying to help, least of all because he considered A’liran a friend when there was no one else. Perhaps they were not the best of friends, as their duties typically took them in different circles, but Isscer valued him because he understood. That was enough to make the standoffish Farmcrafter raise his voice when he normally would not, for a greenrider even!
