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26.Jan.14, 01:05 AM
"Obviously," he smirked at her retort before his back stiffened at her scathing remark of dragonriders. He didn't chose to be a dragonrider, far from it. B'jin had tricked him, had played his curiosity and thirst for knowledge against him and he'd ended up here in Katila. He couldn't wait until they went north again. Couldn't wait to see his family, old friends, old masters. But for now, he was a dragonrider and nothing could change that. Gelabrith shifted uncomfortably behind him and T'drin had a moments regret for his thoughts. He didn't blame Gelabrith for any of it and he'd show that bronze that he hadn't chosen wrong.
"It takes a better kind of person to do the things that we do," he sneered, "Certainly not a spoiled, possibly insane child." His words were angry, cruel and he didn't care. He might not claim a good percentage of the rider population in Katila as his friends but to insult them was to insult him. He stood straighter, did he know this girl? He couldn't place a name with her face and didn't feel bad about it.
"Long enough," he said as he took in her scowl. Couldn't she at least pretend to be happy? The day had been nice, sunny for a change and the lake was perfection. He'd been intrigued at first, curious as to who would be nutty enough to actually swim before it was hot enough for it but now that he'd gotten a taste of her rotten attitude, he kind of wish he'd gone farther down. "Do I know you?" he asked, "Are you related to one of the riders? You obviously don't have a dragon yourself or I'd know you, so you must be a rider's 'brat."
"It takes a better kind of person to do the things that we do," he sneered, "Certainly not a spoiled, possibly insane child." His words were angry, cruel and he didn't care. He might not claim a good percentage of the rider population in Katila as his friends but to insult them was to insult him. He stood straighter, did he know this girl? He couldn't place a name with her face and didn't feel bad about it.
"Long enough," he said as he took in her scowl. Couldn't she at least pretend to be happy? The day had been nice, sunny for a change and the lake was perfection. He'd been intrigued at first, curious as to who would be nutty enough to actually swim before it was hot enough for it but now that he'd gotten a taste of her rotten attitude, he kind of wish he'd gone farther down. "Do I know you?" he asked, "Are you related to one of the riders? You obviously don't have a dragon yourself or I'd know you, so you must be a rider's 'brat."
