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03.Feb.13, 08:14 AM
D'ren was mildly surprised when the images started to appear in his head. He didn't particularly mind, but the touch was alien and it was a bit much to take in with his current state taken into account. He didn't protest, but he was also not the only one in his head.
Ronarth, who'd been dozing lightly the entire time and trying his best to stay out of the way, suddenly roused. The playful bronze was generally good natured and loved the sweet nature of many of the Weyr's greens, but he'd kept to himself this time out of fear of his rider's condition. D'ren had been sedated for longer than necessary during this whole ordeal simply to keep the dragon calm. His rider's pain drove him half-mad, and he was not a particularly even-tempered beat without D'ren to keep a firm hand on him. The dragon had tried to doze off to get away from that nagging pain, but being woken, and in such an intrusive way, was upsetting.
]What are you doing?! Stop that! the dragon demanded, rising to his feet and letting out a deep, sorrowful hiss. Of course, Ronarth's outburst was as painful as anything else to D're,, who suddenly groaned and rubbed his forehead. Ronarth! Be polite!
But you're MY rider...she can't just do that!
D'ren set his jaw. For Faranth's sake, Ronarth! Stop it! Settle down or you'll-
His stomach lurched and he turned his head away from R'ana, suddenly concerned that he might vomit on her. Distressed, Ronarth curled into the smallest ball he could manage, which wasn't very small, and buried his head under one wing. The dragon's wingtips quivered and his body heaved as he received the scolding. This sort of dialogue had passed between the pair countless times during their lives together, but this was different. Ronarth's antics had never hurt D'ren before. Was he really so fragile now?
Ronarth's biggest fear was hurting him again.
Inside, D'ren sighed. He'd managed to pick up most of the news, and he really would prefer to keep the conversation going than explain the little outburst in the middle. "I see," he said, wiping his forehead and sighing. "N'gelt caught Krypth, huh? Would have been nice, if N'gelt had held his post." There was some serious disappointment in he bronzerider's voice. N'gelt had pretty much abandoned him, and while he didn't harbor a grudge towards the man, he certainly wouldn't be trusting him with anything else anytime soon.
At least it wasn't S'kef. He was a disappointment, too, and when R'ana commented on his supposedly dogged pursuit of justice, D'ren was visibly torn. He wanted very badly to believe that was true. "I think S'kef is really trying to find the person who did this" he repeated to himself, the corners of his mouth falling into a frown.
"What's the word on that, then? Have you heard if there are any...suspects?" The word was heavy on his tongue. He still wasn't sure if he even wanted to know.
Ronarth, who'd been dozing lightly the entire time and trying his best to stay out of the way, suddenly roused. The playful bronze was generally good natured and loved the sweet nature of many of the Weyr's greens, but he'd kept to himself this time out of fear of his rider's condition. D'ren had been sedated for longer than necessary during this whole ordeal simply to keep the dragon calm. His rider's pain drove him half-mad, and he was not a particularly even-tempered beat without D'ren to keep a firm hand on him. The dragon had tried to doze off to get away from that nagging pain, but being woken, and in such an intrusive way, was upsetting.
D'ren set his jaw. For Faranth's sake, Ronarth! Stop it! Settle down or you'll-
His stomach lurched and he turned his head away from R'ana, suddenly concerned that he might vomit on her. Distressed, Ronarth curled into the smallest ball he could manage, which wasn't very small, and buried his head under one wing. The dragon's wingtips quivered and his body heaved as he received the scolding. This sort of dialogue had passed between the pair countless times during their lives together, but this was different. Ronarth's antics had never hurt D'ren before. Was he really so fragile now?
Ronarth's biggest fear was hurting him again.
Inside, D'ren sighed. He'd managed to pick up most of the news, and he really would prefer to keep the conversation going than explain the little outburst in the middle. "I see," he said, wiping his forehead and sighing. "N'gelt caught Krypth, huh? Would have been nice, if N'gelt had held his post." There was some serious disappointment in he bronzerider's voice. N'gelt had pretty much abandoned him, and while he didn't harbor a grudge towards the man, he certainly wouldn't be trusting him with anything else anytime soon.
At least it wasn't S'kef. He was a disappointment, too, and when R'ana commented on his supposedly dogged pursuit of justice, D'ren was visibly torn. He wanted very badly to believe that was true. "I think S'kef is really trying to find the person who did this" he repeated to himself, the corners of his mouth falling into a frown.
"What's the word on that, then? Have you heard if there are any...suspects?" The word was heavy on his tongue. He still wasn't sure if he even wanted to know.
