21.Jan.12, 01:31 AM
Why are we here? Ronarth asked innocently as he landed on the lawn outside of Katila's Healing Hall. D'ren grunted and climbed down from the bronze's back, his face drenched in sweat and his head pounding horribly. Because, I have a headache D'ren explained. Then, realizing Ronarth wasn't going to make the connection, And I think they may have some herbs or something that might help. D'ren knew Roanrth would have been able to pick his brain for that little motive, but Ronarth's attention span wasn't the greatest.
I hope so Ronarth said mournfully. The bronze's eyes flashed yellow and he creeled piteously. I don't like it when you feel this way. You feel this way too often... the dragon said, pacing along his rider until they finally reached the front door.
D'ren... Ronarth said, nosing his rider gently. Should I...have not pursued Nirinath?
D'ren paused and smiled warmly. He turned, reaching out with one hand the caress the dragon's snout. "Nonsense, friend," he said warmly. He looked deep into the dragon's jeweled eyes and watched as they flushed from yellow to a bright, contented blue. "I'm the right man for the job right now. In the future, who knows. But for now, Katila needs steady leadership...I'm honored to have this position, and even more honored to have you as a partner. Your strength gave me this responsibility, and I am glad to have it. Don't you worry, all right? I feel just fine...it's only a headache."
He spoke like a man reassuring his child that there were no monsters under the bed. Ronarth crooned and nosed D'ren a second time before the Weyrleader turned to enter the building, his heart melting from the gentle display from his bronze. Ronarth was right about one thing, though; the job WAS the source of all the headaches.
He looked around and approached the first person he saw. "Excuse me," he said, "But I'm suffering from some pretty serious headaches. Stress induced, I'd imagine...Do you have some sort of herb or something to treat that?" he inquired.
I hope so Ronarth said mournfully. The bronze's eyes flashed yellow and he creeled piteously. I don't like it when you feel this way. You feel this way too often... the dragon said, pacing along his rider until they finally reached the front door.
D'ren... Ronarth said, nosing his rider gently. Should I...have not pursued Nirinath?
D'ren paused and smiled warmly. He turned, reaching out with one hand the caress the dragon's snout. "Nonsense, friend," he said warmly. He looked deep into the dragon's jeweled eyes and watched as they flushed from yellow to a bright, contented blue. "I'm the right man for the job right now. In the future, who knows. But for now, Katila needs steady leadership...I'm honored to have this position, and even more honored to have you as a partner. Your strength gave me this responsibility, and I am glad to have it. Don't you worry, all right? I feel just fine...it's only a headache."
He spoke like a man reassuring his child that there were no monsters under the bed. Ronarth crooned and nosed D'ren a second time before the Weyrleader turned to enter the building, his heart melting from the gentle display from his bronze. Ronarth was right about one thing, though; the job WAS the source of all the headaches.
He looked around and approached the first person he saw. "Excuse me," he said, "But I'm suffering from some pretty serious headaches. Stress induced, I'd imagine...Do you have some sort of herb or something to treat that?" he inquired.