19.Mar.18, 02:02 AM
He's jealous you know
"I don't understand why he would be so jealous," A'dis told the dragon he leaned against. It was a conversation they had many times before. Starting at nearly the beginning of their lives together, A'dis just couldn't understand why his father treated him with such disdain. He'd tried apologizing to the man and it had left him with a bloody lip. Obaranth had been pissed and would've have clawed the man if A'dis' mother hadn't intervened. "He should be proud. His son is a bronzerider and his daughter a goldrider. I just don't understand."
He is jealous because his own dragon is only a brown and he would have a bronze.
A'dis shook his head at the bronze's words. He knew Obaranth was right. He knew his father was irrationally jealous of the fact he did not ride a bronze and his son did but it hurt. It wasn't his fault Midranth was brown and not bronze. Besides, didn't everyone say that the dragon chose? He doubted there had been a bronze who would want a man like A'mad. He was too volitile. Too much of a drunk. Too.. A'mad. The brownrider was more suited for brown and though A'dis would never say it, he thought the man should've been on a blue.
Perhaps he is proud in his own twisted way. He seems to tolerate Ameris and the fact she rides my clutch mother. So maybe there is hope for he and you.
"Mm.. Maybe," but A'dis doubted it. He couldn't help but think he'd done something wrong and that some how he would have to make up to his father for whatever he'd done. The only problem was, A'dis had no idea how to go about it. A'mad always had a way of bringing his son down, A'dis took everything the older man said to him seriously, trying his hardest to please the brownrider. He never could but there was nothing him from trying. Of course. Obaranth tried his hardest to make A'dis understand that his father didn't matter.
He's a ridiculous man who was wasted on a nice brown the bronze told him with an audible grumble, I don't understand why it matters to you so much what he thinks. You are a bronzerider. Better than he is. We are better than A'mad and Midranth. It's high time you accepted this. A'dis cranked his head around to stare at the bronze. He'd never heard Obaranth use so many words before. "Geez Obi. How long have you wanted to say that?!" A'dis exclaimed quite loudly. A while.
A'dis laughed loudly and slapped a hand against his dragon. When a shadow fell over them, the laughter cut off abruptly. "Can we help you with something?" he asked politely.
"I don't understand why he would be so jealous," A'dis told the dragon he leaned against. It was a conversation they had many times before. Starting at nearly the beginning of their lives together, A'dis just couldn't understand why his father treated him with such disdain. He'd tried apologizing to the man and it had left him with a bloody lip. Obaranth had been pissed and would've have clawed the man if A'dis' mother hadn't intervened. "He should be proud. His son is a bronzerider and his daughter a goldrider. I just don't understand."
He is jealous because his own dragon is only a brown and he would have a bronze.
A'dis shook his head at the bronze's words. He knew Obaranth was right. He knew his father was irrationally jealous of the fact he did not ride a bronze and his son did but it hurt. It wasn't his fault Midranth was brown and not bronze. Besides, didn't everyone say that the dragon chose? He doubted there had been a bronze who would want a man like A'mad. He was too volitile. Too much of a drunk. Too.. A'mad. The brownrider was more suited for brown and though A'dis would never say it, he thought the man should've been on a blue.
Perhaps he is proud in his own twisted way. He seems to tolerate Ameris and the fact she rides my clutch mother. So maybe there is hope for he and you.
"Mm.. Maybe," but A'dis doubted it. He couldn't help but think he'd done something wrong and that some how he would have to make up to his father for whatever he'd done. The only problem was, A'dis had no idea how to go about it. A'mad always had a way of bringing his son down, A'dis took everything the older man said to him seriously, trying his hardest to please the brownrider. He never could but there was nothing him from trying. Of course. Obaranth tried his hardest to make A'dis understand that his father didn't matter.
He's a ridiculous man who was wasted on a nice brown the bronze told him with an audible grumble, I don't understand why it matters to you so much what he thinks. You are a bronzerider. Better than he is. We are better than A'mad and Midranth. It's high time you accepted this. A'dis cranked his head around to stare at the bronze. He'd never heard Obaranth use so many words before. "Geez Obi. How long have you wanted to say that?!" A'dis exclaimed quite loudly. A while.
A'dis laughed loudly and slapped a hand against his dragon. When a shadow fell over them, the laughter cut off abruptly. "Can we help you with something?" he asked politely.