29.Aug.12, 05:16 AM
It sucks, Ast, A'liran thought as he moved along quietly beside V'zire. His mind was a whirl of emotions, ranging from pity to bitter nostalgia. He remembered his first flight. It had been a bad one, too. Not that this was exactly the same situation, but it was similar enough.
It does the dragon agreed, solemn with a hint of bitterness. She didn't fully understand the issue, but she hated when these sort of things put her bonded in a dour mood. A'liran was so easily upset by things like this! He kept it hidden under a strong exterior for the sake of his newly-found charge (friend?), but she knew better. She could sense the frustration underneath. A'liran wished for nothing more than the knock down the door of the man responsible and punish him for his crimes, but they both knew that nothing would come of that. Nothing, that is, aside from more injustice.
A'liran kept a lopsided smile on his face as he followed along, though her remained notably muted. When they reached V'zire's hut, A;liran moved inside and seated himself heavily on one of the couches without asking. He realized his mistake a bit too late. Whoops he thought, hoping he hadn;t upset his skittish host.
Astoreth appeared overhead. She landed beside the hut and exhaled heavily, eyes gradually settling from red to a neutral, lazily whirling green. Good evening, Niskziath she said, her greeting kind enough though she was a bit distracted by A'liran's mental jumble.
A'lirn bit his lip as he looked around. Poor V'zire. He pulled out his cards again and put on the best smile he could manage. "Well, that makes two of us," he lied. He loved dragon poker, but he fully intended to throw the game to give this little guy a confidence boost. "And nah...I don't need a drink," he said casually. He didn't say 'thank you', as the gratitude was already included in his otherwise dismissive tone. A'liran wasn't one for manners, but he'd always held true to an 'actions before words' attitude.
It does the dragon agreed, solemn with a hint of bitterness. She didn't fully understand the issue, but she hated when these sort of things put her bonded in a dour mood. A'liran was so easily upset by things like this! He kept it hidden under a strong exterior for the sake of his newly-found charge (friend?), but she knew better. She could sense the frustration underneath. A'liran wished for nothing more than the knock down the door of the man responsible and punish him for his crimes, but they both knew that nothing would come of that. Nothing, that is, aside from more injustice.
A'liran kept a lopsided smile on his face as he followed along, though her remained notably muted. When they reached V'zire's hut, A;liran moved inside and seated himself heavily on one of the couches without asking. He realized his mistake a bit too late. Whoops he thought, hoping he hadn;t upset his skittish host.
Astoreth appeared overhead. She landed beside the hut and exhaled heavily, eyes gradually settling from red to a neutral, lazily whirling green. Good evening, Niskziath she said, her greeting kind enough though she was a bit distracted by A'liran's mental jumble.
A'lirn bit his lip as he looked around. Poor V'zire. He pulled out his cards again and put on the best smile he could manage. "Well, that makes two of us," he lied. He loved dragon poker, but he fully intended to throw the game to give this little guy a confidence boost. "And nah...I don't need a drink," he said casually. He didn't say 'thank you', as the gratitude was already included in his otherwise dismissive tone. A'liran wasn't one for manners, but he'd always held true to an 'actions before words' attitude.