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17.Sep.12, 07:00 AM
D'ren followed, stepping lightly past the smaller man and nodding a greeting to Sanderon. "That'll be enough, I'shan. Go back to the Weyr proper and inform N'gelt of my whereabouts," D'ren said. He could have just had Ronarth do that, but he wanted it made very clear that I'shan was not to remain on the island. N'gelt would restrain I'shan from returning against D'ren's wishes, which he was almost guaranteed to try to do otherwise.
I'shan frowned and bowed his head slightly. "Yes, sir," he said warily before turning to leave. Ilv..tell Sanderon that I said good luck he said as he glanced hopefully over his shoulder, flashing a nervous smile at the boy before closing the door behind him.
Ilveriath didn't get a chance to. Before he could speak, Ronarth ordered him silent. He didn't understand why he'd been told to make the command, so helpfully, he bespoke Sanderon instead. Ilveriath wanted to talk to you, but D'ren told me not to let him. I don't know why, but I think it has to do with how D'ren thinks they are troublemakers. I don't think they are, though. I'shan just likes to play, and Ilveriath is nice. He's mad at me now, though, and won't talk to me. I think I may have scared him. I didn't mean to! But I'shan is scared of D'ren now too, so maybe I'shan being scared is making Ilveriath scared. I don't know. D'ren doesn't want I'shan to be scared of him, just to respect him, but he thinks I'shan doesn't respect anyone because this one time he climbed out a window to keep from getting in trouble an-
Ronath, what are you doing to that boy?!
Talking
A long pause. ...Please stop.
D'ren rubbed his forehead. Sweet Faranth, this day was already exhausting. "Good afternoon, Sanderon," D'ren said, thankful for the cool air outside but already uncomfortably warm inside. He'd always had a hard time keeping himself cool, and even autumn in this damn climate was downright unpleasant at times. The bronzerider wiped his forehead on one shirt sleeve and seated himself at the table near Sand's bed.
"It's been a while, Sanderon. I've come to check in and see how you are feeling." He smiled, but he didn't make any comments on the reports he'd received yet. He already knew the story from Talian and I'shan's perspectives. Now he wanted to hear it from Sand, without their input. The bronzerider was content to listen, soft eyes studying the young man who looked healthier but somehow less potent than he had only two months before.
I'shan frowned and bowed his head slightly. "Yes, sir," he said warily before turning to leave. Ilv..tell Sanderon that I said good luck he said as he glanced hopefully over his shoulder, flashing a nervous smile at the boy before closing the door behind him.
Ilveriath didn't get a chance to. Before he could speak, Ronarth ordered him silent. He didn't understand why he'd been told to make the command, so helpfully, he bespoke Sanderon instead. Ilveriath wanted to talk to you, but D'ren told me not to let him. I don't know why, but I think it has to do with how D'ren thinks they are troublemakers. I don't think they are, though. I'shan just likes to play, and Ilveriath is nice. He's mad at me now, though, and won't talk to me. I think I may have scared him. I didn't mean to! But I'shan is scared of D'ren now too, so maybe I'shan being scared is making Ilveriath scared. I don't know. D'ren doesn't want I'shan to be scared of him, just to respect him, but he thinks I'shan doesn't respect anyone because this one time he climbed out a window to keep from getting in trouble an-
Ronath, what are you doing to that boy?!
Talking
A long pause. ...Please stop.
D'ren rubbed his forehead. Sweet Faranth, this day was already exhausting. "Good afternoon, Sanderon," D'ren said, thankful for the cool air outside but already uncomfortably warm inside. He'd always had a hard time keeping himself cool, and even autumn in this damn climate was downright unpleasant at times. The bronzerider wiped his forehead on one shirt sleeve and seated himself at the table near Sand's bed.
"It's been a while, Sanderon. I've come to check in and see how you are feeling." He smiled, but he didn't make any comments on the reports he'd received yet. He already knew the story from Talian and I'shan's perspectives. Now he wanted to hear it from Sand, without their input. The bronzerider was content to listen, soft eyes studying the young man who looked healthier but somehow less potent than he had only two months before.
