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13.Feb.12, 01:49 AM
Glorious.
D'ren frowned and sipped his klah, green eyes focused intensely on the empty space in front of him. The news he'd just received wasn't terrible, but it was extremely frustrating. It aggravated him for his mornings to be so spontaneously interesting. There was rarely good news, either due to the delicacy of the situation at Katila or just because most people didn't consider good news worth reporting. D'ren was admittedly to have a heads up about this, though. He'd rather have heard about it now than later, though a less official and probably less flattering medium.
While he wanted to pop that sharding bluerider's head off his shoulders, D'ren had to admit that I'shan had handled the delivery in a more professional way than some would have. It was a bit surprising, considering the man's reputation. The man was known for being impulsive and vindictive. Perhaps the very report was an impulsive act, prompted by guilt or fear or any other number of unknowable emotions. D'ren decided not to dwell on it. He'd deal with I'shan later.
Ronarth, summon the boy please
Ronarth did as he was told, his simple mind confused but highly curious. Without a word to his rider, the bronze reached out to the mind of a sleeping candidate. Erisi the dragon said. His voice wa firm and loud, but filled with warm and gentle inflection. He didn't want to scare the poor boy. I am sorry to wake you, but D'ren wishes to speak to you. He is in the dining halls. He's asked you to come right away
D'ren took another sip of his drink and rocked back in his seat. He figured the candidate wouldn't be too surprised at the summons, in spite of the detailed information I'shan had provided. The kid was probably dreading it. Aggravated but willing to be patient, D'ren rubbed his eyes and waited.
D'ren frowned and sipped his klah, green eyes focused intensely on the empty space in front of him. The news he'd just received wasn't terrible, but it was extremely frustrating. It aggravated him for his mornings to be so spontaneously interesting. There was rarely good news, either due to the delicacy of the situation at Katila or just because most people didn't consider good news worth reporting. D'ren was admittedly to have a heads up about this, though. He'd rather have heard about it now than later, though a less official and probably less flattering medium.
While he wanted to pop that sharding bluerider's head off his shoulders, D'ren had to admit that I'shan had handled the delivery in a more professional way than some would have. It was a bit surprising, considering the man's reputation. The man was known for being impulsive and vindictive. Perhaps the very report was an impulsive act, prompted by guilt or fear or any other number of unknowable emotions. D'ren decided not to dwell on it. He'd deal with I'shan later.
Ronarth, summon the boy please
Ronarth did as he was told, his simple mind confused but highly curious. Without a word to his rider, the bronze reached out to the mind of a sleeping candidate. Erisi the dragon said. His voice wa firm and loud, but filled with warm and gentle inflection. He didn't want to scare the poor boy. I am sorry to wake you, but D'ren wishes to speak to you. He is in the dining halls. He's asked you to come right away
D'ren took another sip of his drink and rocked back in his seat. He figured the candidate wouldn't be too surprised at the summons, in spite of the detailed information I'shan had provided. The kid was probably dreading it. Aggravated but willing to be patient, D'ren rubbed his eyes and waited.
