26.Mar.12, 02:15 AM
I'shan paid insultingly little attention to Erisi, instead choosing to look over the new greenrider's shoulder and watch the dragonet's antics.
Ilv...she looks like she has some fire in her throat he said admiringly, though he was hardly doing so with innocence. Ilveriath easily picked up on the implications.
Isn't it a bit disrespectful to be thinking of her in such a way? he asked with just a distant hint of caution. He didn't really care if I'shan took it to heart or not. Ilveriath just wanted to make sure I'shan was aware of the wrongness of his thought process. If he decided to keep going down that path, well....he'd chosen his own fate.
You are no fun
I'shan narrowed his eyes a bit at Erisi's comment. The bluerider could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at he thought of S'kef. Shards, I'shan was glad he wasn't a greenrider! How terrible it would be to be at that man's mercy. Not that such a fate wasn't impossible for him, albeit in a very...different way. He didn't appreciate being reminded of that.
"He likes greenriders even less," he said icily. Ilveriath's attention was roused by I'shan's sudden distress. Shhh, be quiet. Do not let his threats upset you Ilveriath urged softly, cushioning his rider in projected love. He knew how I'shan feared the lash. Just imagining the sting of leather on his skin was upsetting the fragile-egoed bluerider.
I'shan's face twisted in distaste, but before he could manage a comeback, he was assaulted by a piercing sound. He jumped a foot in the air and recoiled in surprise as Charath screeched at him.
He gasped and felt himself blushing just a bit. Oh no. No ma'am! That wasn't going to be the last word. Time for the big guns.
"...Your dragon's a screamer, huh? Like dragon, like rider? I always wondered, but...I guess I'll know for sure once Ilveriath flies her."
If Ilveriath had hands, he'd have slammed one into his forehead.
Ilv...she looks like she has some fire in her throat he said admiringly, though he was hardly doing so with innocence. Ilveriath easily picked up on the implications.
Isn't it a bit disrespectful to be thinking of her in such a way? he asked with just a distant hint of caution. He didn't really care if I'shan took it to heart or not. Ilveriath just wanted to make sure I'shan was aware of the wrongness of his thought process. If he decided to keep going down that path, well....he'd chosen his own fate.
You are no fun
I'shan narrowed his eyes a bit at Erisi's comment. The bluerider could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at he thought of S'kef. Shards, I'shan was glad he wasn't a greenrider! How terrible it would be to be at that man's mercy. Not that such a fate wasn't impossible for him, albeit in a very...different way. He didn't appreciate being reminded of that.
"He likes greenriders even less," he said icily. Ilveriath's attention was roused by I'shan's sudden distress. Shhh, be quiet. Do not let his threats upset you Ilveriath urged softly, cushioning his rider in projected love. He knew how I'shan feared the lash. Just imagining the sting of leather on his skin was upsetting the fragile-egoed bluerider.
I'shan's face twisted in distaste, but before he could manage a comeback, he was assaulted by a piercing sound. He jumped a foot in the air and recoiled in surprise as Charath screeched at him.
He gasped and felt himself blushing just a bit. Oh no. No ma'am! That wasn't going to be the last word. Time for the big guns.
"...Your dragon's a screamer, huh? Like dragon, like rider? I always wondered, but...I guess I'll know for sure once Ilveriath flies her."
If Ilveriath had hands, he'd have slammed one into his forehead.