13.Sep.12, 03:13 AM
Sanderon listened very carefully to everything I'shan and both dragons had to say. He was still in body but his mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all.
"I found a whole new side of my soul recently and it wasn't very enjoyable." He commented finally after what seemed like a long time. "I don't understand. Maybe I never will." He admitted as he watched the obvious affection both rider and dragon had for each other. It was undeniably strong.
Glancing at the food in his lap, he frowned at it for a moment as the memory of I'shan's recent laughter came into his mind. From Ilveriath, to Ronarth and then back at I'shan his confused gaze roamed. Then he nodded once. "Maybe you are fine with this. ...But I'm not."
His voice was still quiet and not shouting and his racing mind was slowing down a little. He did not like what he was hearing at all but something did give him a glimmer of hope. What Ronarth had said about his rider's preferences influencing who he flew...that was a very good thing indeed, if it could be trusted. He had no idea how he felt about Ronarth's rider, D'ren at this time but he thought it couldn't hurt to at least ask him a few questions. He wanted to make sense of it all.
Not saying anything else because he did not know what to say, he picked up his eating utensil again and began to eat his food once more. If I'shan or the dragons wanted to continue to speak to him, that would be fine. But for now, he had a lot to consider. He was very confused with conflicted ideas and emotions.
"I found a whole new side of my soul recently and it wasn't very enjoyable." He commented finally after what seemed like a long time. "I don't understand. Maybe I never will." He admitted as he watched the obvious affection both rider and dragon had for each other. It was undeniably strong.
Glancing at the food in his lap, he frowned at it for a moment as the memory of I'shan's recent laughter came into his mind. From Ilveriath, to Ronarth and then back at I'shan his confused gaze roamed. Then he nodded once. "Maybe you are fine with this. ...But I'm not."
His voice was still quiet and not shouting and his racing mind was slowing down a little. He did not like what he was hearing at all but something did give him a glimmer of hope. What Ronarth had said about his rider's preferences influencing who he flew...that was a very good thing indeed, if it could be trusted. He had no idea how he felt about Ronarth's rider, D'ren at this time but he thought it couldn't hurt to at least ask him a few questions. He wanted to make sense of it all.
Not saying anything else because he did not know what to say, he picked up his eating utensil again and began to eat his food once more. If I'shan or the dragons wanted to continue to speak to him, that would be fine. But for now, he had a lot to consider. He was very confused with conflicted ideas and emotions.