05.Sep.12, 04:56 PM
It had been a long day, but the longest part was still coming. I'shan grimaced as he stuck his hand down in a bucket of cool water, watching as blood oozed out of it to cloud the surface. The cut wasn't too bad, though it was bad enough that he might have whimpered over it if he thought e had an audience to placate. When it was just him, he was a great deal better at keeping pain to himself.
You should be careful, love Ilveriath said as he stuck his head in the door. I'shan had left the door and windows open all day for the purpose of ventilation. He had quite the project brewing in the barracks' kitchen, and he didn't want Sanderon to detect it before the appropriate time.
It's funny, really, I'shan said as he wrapped his hand up and went back to work. The last time I did something like this was for N'gelt. There was a weight of sadness in his voice. I'shan missed N'gelt, and there was nothing worse than missing someone who was right there beside you. Hhe was pretty sure N'gelt would scold him for his current endeavor as well, accusing him of only caring about this kid because he wanted some positive attention himself.
I'shan, who was experiencing an amazing streak of pessimism regarding his own value, would not have been surprised to discover it as the truth.
Ilveriath rumbled and craned his neck forward. That's foolish, and you know it the dragon chided lightly. I'shan waved a hand at the dragon before carefully organizing his project and covering it up. "I don't wanna hear it right now, Ilv," the bluerider said, disgusted, though he wasn't sure what at.
His mood had declined steadily throughout the process. A while ago, he'd been singing happily while he worked. Now, as he looked over the finished product and lifted it, he found his spirits rising again. Mmaybe that little nudge Ilveriath was giving him was helping, too.
The bluerider took off down the hallway and carefully balanced the trey in one arm as he unlocked the door to Sanderon's room. "Hey! Guess what!"
You should be careful, love Ilveriath said as he stuck his head in the door. I'shan had left the door and windows open all day for the purpose of ventilation. He had quite the project brewing in the barracks' kitchen, and he didn't want Sanderon to detect it before the appropriate time.
It's funny, really, I'shan said as he wrapped his hand up and went back to work. The last time I did something like this was for N'gelt. There was a weight of sadness in his voice. I'shan missed N'gelt, and there was nothing worse than missing someone who was right there beside you. Hhe was pretty sure N'gelt would scold him for his current endeavor as well, accusing him of only caring about this kid because he wanted some positive attention himself.
I'shan, who was experiencing an amazing streak of pessimism regarding his own value, would not have been surprised to discover it as the truth.
Ilveriath rumbled and craned his neck forward. That's foolish, and you know it the dragon chided lightly. I'shan waved a hand at the dragon before carefully organizing his project and covering it up. "I don't wanna hear it right now, Ilv," the bluerider said, disgusted, though he wasn't sure what at.
His mood had declined steadily throughout the process. A while ago, he'd been singing happily while he worked. Now, as he looked over the finished product and lifted it, he found his spirits rising again. Mmaybe that little nudge Ilveriath was giving him was helping, too.
The bluerider took off down the hallway and carefully balanced the trey in one arm as he unlocked the door to Sanderon's room. "Hey! Guess what!"