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15.Oct.12, 01:52 AM
"Yeah," I'shan said wearily, a touch of embarrassment creeping into his tone. Weren't greenriders supposed to be soft and gentle or something like that? Nevermind the fact that blueriders were supposed to be dominant. I'shan didn't necessarily want to enforce those stereotypes, but a kiss on the cheek or something would have been sharding nice. A'liran didn't even say thank you, and how often did a bluerider feel like they were the ones entitled to such a gesture?! This was seriously screwed up.
"Ali is a greenrider in one of the light wings. He's kind of known for being a handful, but I don't really know him that well otherwise," I'shan said, pouting. He knew rumors of A'liran's ambitions, disparagingly called the 'greenrider revolution' by the other blueriders. Poor guy must have been eternally frustrated.
Still, I'shan scowled. "It's fucked up," he said, taking a step forward and leaning on Ilveriath with one elbow. The dragon rumbled and licked his rider's face once more. I'shan patted his nose and sighed. "It's...just how flights work sometimes," he said, tone softening and becoming thoughtful as he tried to think of the words to use. "Usually, a dragon and a rider are symbiotic...our minds mesh together, but we maintain distinction. We don't become one being or override each other's thoughts or anything, but you can always...feel them."
"It's usually pretty distinct...I can tell Ilv is sad, but it's not me. He can tell that I'm happy, and so forth. But when something really BIG happens, it runs out of control. It's like...it's like when Ilv gets hurt. I feel the pain so intensely and it feels so real that sometimes I think I'm the one that's hurt," he explained. "But emotions don't usually do that. If I get really really pissed off, Ilv may growl and snap and whatnot, but he's not going to go mental over it..."
The bluerider's face fell. 'Flights are different, though. It's the strongest instinct a dragon has, and once they're lost to it, we get lost to it, too. A'liran's green is really vicious. Ilveriath grabbed her before she wanted to be flown, so she clawed at him a little bit before they fell together. A'liran was so out of it that he came after me, because it was the same as Astoreth going after Ilveriath..."
He frowned indignantly. "A'liran hates blueriders, though. I doubt he did much to hold himself back." Jackass.
"Ali is a greenrider in one of the light wings. He's kind of known for being a handful, but I don't really know him that well otherwise," I'shan said, pouting. He knew rumors of A'liran's ambitions, disparagingly called the 'greenrider revolution' by the other blueriders. Poor guy must have been eternally frustrated.
Still, I'shan scowled. "It's fucked up," he said, taking a step forward and leaning on Ilveriath with one elbow. The dragon rumbled and licked his rider's face once more. I'shan patted his nose and sighed. "It's...just how flights work sometimes," he said, tone softening and becoming thoughtful as he tried to think of the words to use. "Usually, a dragon and a rider are symbiotic...our minds mesh together, but we maintain distinction. We don't become one being or override each other's thoughts or anything, but you can always...feel them."
"It's usually pretty distinct...I can tell Ilv is sad, but it's not me. He can tell that I'm happy, and so forth. But when something really BIG happens, it runs out of control. It's like...it's like when Ilv gets hurt. I feel the pain so intensely and it feels so real that sometimes I think I'm the one that's hurt," he explained. "But emotions don't usually do that. If I get really really pissed off, Ilv may growl and snap and whatnot, but he's not going to go mental over it..."
The bluerider's face fell. 'Flights are different, though. It's the strongest instinct a dragon has, and once they're lost to it, we get lost to it, too. A'liran's green is really vicious. Ilveriath grabbed her before she wanted to be flown, so she clawed at him a little bit before they fell together. A'liran was so out of it that he came after me, because it was the same as Astoreth going after Ilveriath..."
He frowned indignantly. "A'liran hates blueriders, though. I doubt he did much to hold himself back." Jackass.
