13.Aug.12, 12:49 AM
D'ren inhaled deeply and drifted away for a few minutes, his weary eyes growing glassy and moist with remembrance. He had no one left in the north. Everyone he'd known would be long-dead by this time. Shards, most of them had been dead or near it even at the time of the plague! The bronzerider sighed and finally managed a smile, looking at Jada with the same warm reassurance he usually carried.
"You'll see them again," he said, speaking with the calm confidence of a man who knew the truth. He slid his plate away.
"I'd rather not discuss it now," he said with the weakest and weariest of laughs, "but it is true. I promise you, Jada...you will see them again."
What else could he say? Not much, really. Facts were facts, and poor Jada had enough to worry about without thinking too hard on the return home. Now wasn;t the time.
It would be soon, though.
Soon! Ronarth echoed cheerfully, unaware that D'ren hadn't spoken the last part out loud. The bronzerider froze and a comical look came across his face. "...Sorry about that, Jada. Ronarth is in a...gabby mood today."
Don't talk about it too much, Ronarth
How much is too much?
Ronarth...don't talk to her
Oh. Okay.
"You'll see them again," he said, speaking with the calm confidence of a man who knew the truth. He slid his plate away.
"I'd rather not discuss it now," he said with the weakest and weariest of laughs, "but it is true. I promise you, Jada...you will see them again."
What else could he say? Not much, really. Facts were facts, and poor Jada had enough to worry about without thinking too hard on the return home. Now wasn;t the time.
It would be soon, though.
Soon! Ronarth echoed cheerfully, unaware that D'ren hadn't spoken the last part out loud. The bronzerider froze and a comical look came across his face. "...Sorry about that, Jada. Ronarth is in a...gabby mood today."
Don't talk about it too much, Ronarth
How much is too much?
Ronarth...don't talk to her
Oh. Okay.