24.Apr.12, 03:57 AM
I'shan pouted a little as he thought of Jada. "She got cut up at the hatching, but never got it checked on, so it got infected and kind of...rotten." His stomach did a neat little flip as he thought about it. He'd only casually glanced in at the carnage, but it had been quite dramatic from even his modest position.
"She's expected to recover, though. At least that's what the gossip says. That master healer has been taking care of her," he said. He smiled a little bit, a conspiratorial spark coming to his face. For those brief seconds, he looked like his usual old self, not the drunk wreck his conflict with N'gelt had turned him in to. "He's a cutey!" he said, unaware of Farlint's own thought on the subject.
I'shan's face quickly fell again as he realized that sort of thinking, that sort of behavior, had led to his current situation. He cringed a little bit and awkwardly wrapped his arms around himself, trying to banish N'gelt from his mind for the time being.
It wasn't exactly working.
"I'm glad they're at least taking good care of you," he said delicately, eyes widening emphatically as he turned his attention back to Farlint. I'shan was visibly shaken, much different from his usual pining-for-attention complaints. Ilveriath's warm reassurances filled the little bluerider, but they did little to help.
Do not upset Farlint Ilveriath advised gently.
Why would I do that?
You are sulking
"I am not!" I'shan squeaked aloud, jumping comically in his seat as he did so. Sleepless and hung over, he blinked a few times as he realized exactly what he'd just done. He decided to puff up in his seat, as if he'd done nothing wrong.
"Anyhow!" he said, valiantly taking the wine bottle from Farlint and rising to his feet. "I'll get this open and we can have some drinks, yes?" More alcohol sounded wonderful and terrible. Mostly wonderful.
I'shan would be content to talk for hours. He just might do that...
I'll bring Tal in on the next one!
"She's expected to recover, though. At least that's what the gossip says. That master healer has been taking care of her," he said. He smiled a little bit, a conspiratorial spark coming to his face. For those brief seconds, he looked like his usual old self, not the drunk wreck his conflict with N'gelt had turned him in to. "He's a cutey!" he said, unaware of Farlint's own thought on the subject.
I'shan's face quickly fell again as he realized that sort of thinking, that sort of behavior, had led to his current situation. He cringed a little bit and awkwardly wrapped his arms around himself, trying to banish N'gelt from his mind for the time being.
It wasn't exactly working.
"I'm glad they're at least taking good care of you," he said delicately, eyes widening emphatically as he turned his attention back to Farlint. I'shan was visibly shaken, much different from his usual pining-for-attention complaints. Ilveriath's warm reassurances filled the little bluerider, but they did little to help.
Do not upset Farlint Ilveriath advised gently.
Why would I do that?
You are sulking
"I am not!" I'shan squeaked aloud, jumping comically in his seat as he did so. Sleepless and hung over, he blinked a few times as he realized exactly what he'd just done. He decided to puff up in his seat, as if he'd done nothing wrong.
"Anyhow!" he said, valiantly taking the wine bottle from Farlint and rising to his feet. "I'll get this open and we can have some drinks, yes?" More alcohol sounded wonderful and terrible. Mostly wonderful.
I'shan would be content to talk for hours. He just might do that...
I'll bring Tal in on the next one!