20.Oct.12, 03:11 AM
Sanderon found that he rather enjoyed Ilveriath's croon. It was a little soothing. His small attempt at humor to make the pain less dramatic, was an utter failure. Cutting off his chuckle, he schooled his expressions again into a passive one. Feeling denied of his humor, a defensive mechanism he had not tried in many years, he went back to what he knew well. Anger.
He listened to Ilveriath. He listened to I'shan. And in the end, he grew determined to confront this green rider A'liran. Come what may, he hoped he could say or do something that might help.
With a long, studying look upon the blue pair before him, he at long last nodded silently, turned around and headed away from them to find this 'mean, not-mean' greenrider.
He listened to Ilveriath. He listened to I'shan. And in the end, he grew determined to confront this green rider A'liran. Come what may, he hoped he could say or do something that might help.
With a long, studying look upon the blue pair before him, he at long last nodded silently, turned around and headed away from them to find this 'mean, not-mean' greenrider.