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03.Dec.12, 01:41 AM
D’hys hadn’t run so hard in quite some time. By the time he rounded the corner of a hut and slowed down to a jog and finally to a walk, he was panting something fierce. Sweat was dripping down his face and his thin shirt clung damp to his torso. He tried to walk the remaining short distance to his own hut, convinced that doing so would help slow his rapidly beating heart like it often did but this wasn’t a normal run for fitness; he had been scared. Ronarth’s bellowing had spurred him into high gear and when the death threats started coming from the docile dragon, D’hys honestly feared for his well-being. He had been near D’ren’s hut a few minutes before the current show of anger and the bluerider didn’t want to think what would happen if someone had seen him and put two and two together. So he ran fast and hard, his feet knowing the way home on their own; which was good since D’hys’ mind wasn’t on that particular detail of his current situation.
You cannot outrun certain crimes just like you cannot outrun certain memories. D’hys rolled his eyes at Zeianth playing at being a cryptic and negative fortune cookie. It was nice though to have a dragon that always seemed completely unfazed by everything. D’hys needed that right then; needed the love and loyalty and the calming presence despite the wise words that the bluerider chose to ignore as he reached the door to his hut. Yet, instead of going in which had been the plan after a quick look around to see if anyone was regarding him oddly, D’hys hesitated and thought about his friend with the timid young dragon.
How’s Aveleth? Knowing that dragon, he was a basket case and Z’ia had his hands full in keeping the blue calm. It took a moment but Zeianth finally replied with a confirmation that D’hys didn’t really need. Aveleth is afraid of the bellowing and Ronarth’s threats. Z’ia tends to him. D’hys nodded and instead of going inside figured he would be selfless and go check on his usual partner in crime – and that was bad phrasing considering he was actually being a tad selfish in going to see Z’ia to help make it seem like nothing was amiss with him. You’re as rattled as Aveleth. I’m not sure Z’ia wants to deal with two of you.
D’hys mentally flipped off his dragon though he did manage a small grin as he started off for Z’ia’s hut where Zeianth was already headed. Damn dragon had decided a sweaty human on his back didn’t sound appealing and left without him. With the older bluepair there, D’hys was confident they could keep Aveleth – and likely that horrible little green flit – calm until Ronarth himself was silenced. It shouldn’t be long with the way he carried on. D’ren was in bad shape and wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer and D’hys couldn’t find it in himself to care. The man had clearly been losing his mind for a while and was too sympathetic towards the whiny brats from the North. So long as the next Weyrleader was more balanced in his decisions – and by that, he meant favoured dragonriders – D’hys was sure everything would be fine once again.
You cannot outrun certain crimes just like you cannot outrun certain memories. D’hys rolled his eyes at Zeianth playing at being a cryptic and negative fortune cookie. It was nice though to have a dragon that always seemed completely unfazed by everything. D’hys needed that right then; needed the love and loyalty and the calming presence despite the wise words that the bluerider chose to ignore as he reached the door to his hut. Yet, instead of going in which had been the plan after a quick look around to see if anyone was regarding him oddly, D’hys hesitated and thought about his friend with the timid young dragon.
How’s Aveleth? Knowing that dragon, he was a basket case and Z’ia had his hands full in keeping the blue calm. It took a moment but Zeianth finally replied with a confirmation that D’hys didn’t really need. Aveleth is afraid of the bellowing and Ronarth’s threats. Z’ia tends to him. D’hys nodded and instead of going inside figured he would be selfless and go check on his usual partner in crime – and that was bad phrasing considering he was actually being a tad selfish in going to see Z’ia to help make it seem like nothing was amiss with him. You’re as rattled as Aveleth. I’m not sure Z’ia wants to deal with two of you.
D’hys mentally flipped off his dragon though he did manage a small grin as he started off for Z’ia’s hut where Zeianth was already headed. Damn dragon had decided a sweaty human on his back didn’t sound appealing and left without him. With the older bluepair there, D’hys was confident they could keep Aveleth – and likely that horrible little green flit – calm until Ronarth himself was silenced. It shouldn’t be long with the way he carried on. D’ren was in bad shape and wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer and D’hys couldn’t find it in himself to care. The man had clearly been losing his mind for a while and was too sympathetic towards the whiny brats from the North. So long as the next Weyrleader was more balanced in his decisions – and by that, he meant favoured dragonriders – D’hys was sure everything would be fine once again.
