13.Apr.12, 03:24 PM
Ilveriath perched neatly outside. He was vaguely aware of Tyrrisath laying close by, body pressed lightly against the wall nearest his bonded, who lay in fitful illness and some said would not survive. The blue ignored his brown cousin, finding Tyrrisath and his cruel bonded ever distasteful, though there was a certain shared gloominess between them. Ilveriath could not even find it in him to tease the brown.
He instead focused on I'shan. The bluerider was tired and stricken with both guilt and loneliness, though both dissipated a bit at the sight of Far. Sure, it was pitiful to see him bedridden, but it was just so good to see his face, to hear the smile in his voice. I'shan figured Far could use it, and he sharding well knew that he could use it, too.
I'shan approached and seated himself. He smiled a bit. "I'm glad you like it," he said softly. Ilveriath's mind reached out to Farlint's, touching it again in gentle reassurance. The blue didn't speak, but he didn't imagine he had to. Farlint was in such desperate need of company, and so was I'shan...Ilveriath couldn't approve more.
"Oh..." I'shan said, suddenly pouting. He hadn't planned to come in and whine about N'gelt, but as soon as Farlint asked he already felt the urge. He bit his lip and looked around, avoiding eye contact. "Well, Jada had to have surgery a couple sevendays ago..." he murmured. "Something about infected cuts and all that. And the Weyrsecond stepped down..." He was just rattling off news and gossip, hoping it would distract them both from the real juicy bit.
"S'kef is really quite sick. The healers say he might die!"
He cleared his throat. "Have YOU been okay? Have the healers looked after you well?"
He instead focused on I'shan. The bluerider was tired and stricken with both guilt and loneliness, though both dissipated a bit at the sight of Far. Sure, it was pitiful to see him bedridden, but it was just so good to see his face, to hear the smile in his voice. I'shan figured Far could use it, and he sharding well knew that he could use it, too.
I'shan approached and seated himself. He smiled a bit. "I'm glad you like it," he said softly. Ilveriath's mind reached out to Farlint's, touching it again in gentle reassurance. The blue didn't speak, but he didn't imagine he had to. Farlint was in such desperate need of company, and so was I'shan...Ilveriath couldn't approve more.
"Oh..." I'shan said, suddenly pouting. He hadn't planned to come in and whine about N'gelt, but as soon as Farlint asked he already felt the urge. He bit his lip and looked around, avoiding eye contact. "Well, Jada had to have surgery a couple sevendays ago..." he murmured. "Something about infected cuts and all that. And the Weyrsecond stepped down..." He was just rattling off news and gossip, hoping it would distract them both from the real juicy bit.
"S'kef is really quite sick. The healers say he might die!"
He cleared his throat. "Have YOU been okay? Have the healers looked after you well?"