10.Oct.12, 07:47 AM
It's all your fault. I think I hate you
Ilveriath was used to bearing such outbursts. A post-flight I'shan was every bit as snappy and unmanageable as any pre-fight greenrider. The blue stayed quiet, sailing through the air without comment as I'shan continued to bemoan his current condition.
Why her, Ilv? Out of every piece of tail in the Weyr, you chose her. Astoreth?! I don't think I'm going to walk right for a week, never mind my face I'shan continued bitterly. He'd been in a number of rough flights over the turn, but this one took the cake. A'liran was more than a wildcat, he was an outright devil. I'shan swore up and down that the green came at him like an animal, teeth gnashing and claws unsheathed. It's like the asshole wanted to hurt someone!
I cannot say anything greater than 'I am sorry', love Ilveriath reasoned sympathetically. He'd never won Astoreth before, and he'd hardly stopped to think of her reputation when she called out to him. He'd been...distracted. He certainly didn't expect the greenrider to beat the living shards out of his rider, though. Ilveriath regretted the situation, but he knew the best way to help now was to let his poor I'shan vent.
I'shan sulked quietly and nestled himself closer to the dragon's neck. Ilveriath reached out to Sanderon, whom Ilveriath and his rider were still required to monitor, and addressed him directly. I apologize for out tardiness. I'shan and I have been distracted this morning, but we are arriving now. You may come out and meetupthe dragon said apologetically. He landed and lowered his head, allowing I'shan to dismount and stand right in the doorway of the Weyrfolk hall.
I'shan was a mess. He sported a black eye and busted lip, along with numerous scratch and bite marks. He looked positively grouchy. "It's okay," he muttered, giving Ilveriath's nose the lightest pat. I'shan couldn't help but notice that Ilveriath had numerous scratch marks on his underside as well. I'shan's face softened. "I guess that bitch cut you up pretty good, too. Ugh." He hugged the dragon's nose, and Ilveriath purred.
Ilveriath was used to bearing such outbursts. A post-flight I'shan was every bit as snappy and unmanageable as any pre-fight greenrider. The blue stayed quiet, sailing through the air without comment as I'shan continued to bemoan his current condition.
Why her, Ilv? Out of every piece of tail in the Weyr, you chose her. Astoreth?! I don't think I'm going to walk right for a week, never mind my face I'shan continued bitterly. He'd been in a number of rough flights over the turn, but this one took the cake. A'liran was more than a wildcat, he was an outright devil. I'shan swore up and down that the green came at him like an animal, teeth gnashing and claws unsheathed. It's like the asshole wanted to hurt someone!
I cannot say anything greater than 'I am sorry', love Ilveriath reasoned sympathetically. He'd never won Astoreth before, and he'd hardly stopped to think of her reputation when she called out to him. He'd been...distracted. He certainly didn't expect the greenrider to beat the living shards out of his rider, though. Ilveriath regretted the situation, but he knew the best way to help now was to let his poor I'shan vent.
I'shan sulked quietly and nestled himself closer to the dragon's neck. Ilveriath reached out to Sanderon, whom Ilveriath and his rider were still required to monitor, and addressed him directly. I apologize for out tardiness. I'shan and I have been distracted this morning, but we are arriving now. You may come out and meetupthe dragon said apologetically. He landed and lowered his head, allowing I'shan to dismount and stand right in the doorway of the Weyrfolk hall.
I'shan was a mess. He sported a black eye and busted lip, along with numerous scratch and bite marks. He looked positively grouchy. "It's okay," he muttered, giving Ilveriath's nose the lightest pat. I'shan couldn't help but notice that Ilveriath had numerous scratch marks on his underside as well. I'shan's face softened. "I guess that bitch cut you up pretty good, too. Ugh." He hugged the dragon's nose, and Ilveriath purred.