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22.Aug.12, 11:22 PM
I'shan watched the pitiful display, his mouth downturned and his eyes filled with sadness and apprehension. Does he think we can't tell he's hurt? he asked, shaking his head in pity.
Even if he could hide it well, I would be able to sense his pain Ilveriath reminded his bonded. I'shan sighed and reached out to stroke the dragon's hide. I'm sorry we had to do go do this again, Ilv
I am not bothered. I am the one who is sorry for you. I'shan smiled weakly at the comment, but remained silent. He turned his head around to watch Sanderon. The poor kid had been injured in the scuffle, and I'shan didn't feel right just forcing him to walk. He wanted to offer a supportive shoulder, but such a small gesture couldn't make up for what he'd done. I'shan was too much of a coward to offer. His fear of rejection was too great.
"Come on in," he said as they finally reached the barracks. He pushed the door open and motioned for Sanderon to go inside. The lobby was sparse, featuring only a small desk and a couple of chairs. A stack of paper and some quills rested on the desk as well; forms for the searchrider to figure out. Shards, I'shan hated those forms.
The bluerider closed the door behind Sand and moved to the desk, where he hastily reached for the papers. "My name is I'shan," he said, unable to remember if he'd already given his name or not. "And I'm a searchrider for Katila Weyr. You see...."
And then came the story. I'shan glossed over the plague and the exile, his muscles tensing with discomfort at even the mere thought. He didn't want to talk about the plague, and the kid was about to hear about it from everyone anyhow. I'shan skipped over it with a trembling voice and moved on to more recent turns; the rebuilding, the plague scare, the clutch...and the searches.
"I know it sucks," I'shan said, frowning. "But for us, it's a matter of life and death. You'll get to go home eventually, and well..Ilv says you have that special something in you." He smiled hopefully.
"Now come on. I have to fill this out...can you give me your name and year of birth, please?" His voice weakened with his resolve. I'shan didn't handle conflict well, and boy did he expect some.
Even if he could hide it well, I would be able to sense his pain Ilveriath reminded his bonded. I'shan sighed and reached out to stroke the dragon's hide. I'm sorry we had to do go do this again, Ilv
I am not bothered. I am the one who is sorry for you. I'shan smiled weakly at the comment, but remained silent. He turned his head around to watch Sanderon. The poor kid had been injured in the scuffle, and I'shan didn't feel right just forcing him to walk. He wanted to offer a supportive shoulder, but such a small gesture couldn't make up for what he'd done. I'shan was too much of a coward to offer. His fear of rejection was too great.
"Come on in," he said as they finally reached the barracks. He pushed the door open and motioned for Sanderon to go inside. The lobby was sparse, featuring only a small desk and a couple of chairs. A stack of paper and some quills rested on the desk as well; forms for the searchrider to figure out. Shards, I'shan hated those forms.
The bluerider closed the door behind Sand and moved to the desk, where he hastily reached for the papers. "My name is I'shan," he said, unable to remember if he'd already given his name or not. "And I'm a searchrider for Katila Weyr. You see...."
And then came the story. I'shan glossed over the plague and the exile, his muscles tensing with discomfort at even the mere thought. He didn't want to talk about the plague, and the kid was about to hear about it from everyone anyhow. I'shan skipped over it with a trembling voice and moved on to more recent turns; the rebuilding, the plague scare, the clutch...and the searches.
"I know it sucks," I'shan said, frowning. "But for us, it's a matter of life and death. You'll get to go home eventually, and well..Ilv says you have that special something in you." He smiled hopefully.
"Now come on. I have to fill this out...can you give me your name and year of birth, please?" His voice weakened with his resolve. I'shan didn't handle conflict well, and boy did he expect some.
