06.Sep.12, 06:07 AM
Even though I'shan had resolved not to get mushy and finicky over this kid, he couldn't help but smile when he saw the way the young man was admiring the meal he'd prepared. It was more then he usually got from N'gelt, at least since the grumpy brownrider had been assigned as Weyrsecond! I'shan remembered thinking that was the best thing in the world at first, but the following sevendays quickly proved him...well, he didn't want to say wrong, but perhaps 'over-enthusiastic'. N'gelt wasn't around much anymore, and the longer they stayed together, the more the brownrider seemed to take him for granted.
Now wasn't the time to linger on that, though. I'shan nodded slowly in response to Sand's question. "I sure did," he said. "I hope I did it right, or...at least came up with a passable substitute. I'd have made it with wherry instead, since that's something wild, but I'm better with red-blooded meats," he quickly explained.
His little spat with Ronarth left him impetuous and adorably red-faced. By the time he'd finished his shouting match with the dragon, however, he was thrilled to realize Sanderon was laughing. I'shan's own laugh quickly joined him. "You're most welcome!" he said, pausing when he realized that Ilveriath was bespeaking the boy.
A moment later, I'shan's eyes widened and his jaw half-slacked as Sanderon offered him his hand. Without pause, I'shan reached out and took it. I'shan's hand was soft, as all dragonriders' hands were, and his grip was almost excitably firm.
"I'm glad. Glad to have done something good, I mean," he said, almost tumbling on his words. The spunky bluerider was so used to being told everything he did was wrong...it felt unbelievable to know he'd finally done something right. He flashed a twitchy smile. "..Same to you, really."
He had to take a moment to consider the request. He wasn't supposed to let Sanderon outside, and the hesitance showed in his face...But this was still the same bluerider who once leaped out a window to evade the Weyrleader. After a second, his most impish grin appeared. It was diabolical. "That sounds like a plan to me. Come on, I'll carry the tray. You go on out."
Now wasn't the time to linger on that, though. I'shan nodded slowly in response to Sand's question. "I sure did," he said. "I hope I did it right, or...at least came up with a passable substitute. I'd have made it with wherry instead, since that's something wild, but I'm better with red-blooded meats," he quickly explained.
His little spat with Ronarth left him impetuous and adorably red-faced. By the time he'd finished his shouting match with the dragon, however, he was thrilled to realize Sanderon was laughing. I'shan's own laugh quickly joined him. "You're most welcome!" he said, pausing when he realized that Ilveriath was bespeaking the boy.
A moment later, I'shan's eyes widened and his jaw half-slacked as Sanderon offered him his hand. Without pause, I'shan reached out and took it. I'shan's hand was soft, as all dragonriders' hands were, and his grip was almost excitably firm.
"I'm glad. Glad to have done something good, I mean," he said, almost tumbling on his words. The spunky bluerider was so used to being told everything he did was wrong...it felt unbelievable to know he'd finally done something right. He flashed a twitchy smile. "..Same to you, really."
He had to take a moment to consider the request. He wasn't supposed to let Sanderon outside, and the hesitance showed in his face...But this was still the same bluerider who once leaped out a window to evade the Weyrleader. After a second, his most impish grin appeared. It was diabolical. "That sounds like a plan to me. Come on, I'll carry the tray. You go on out."