29.Mar.12, 12:06 AM
I'shan's face fell a bit. He realized quite suddenly that his tongue was out of control and in attempting to jeer at Erisi, he'd upset the little dragonet, too.
That is the logical outcome Ilveriath reminded, sounding disapproving but remaining gentle. Ilveriath tended to allow I'shan to wade off into his disasters, but this particular incident was going too far. He considered brushing against Charath's mind and apologizing to her, but he doubted it would do any good. He gave a mental sigh and settled down, content at least that I'shan seemed to at least realize that he was inching over the line.
The bluerider frowned a bit, eyeing Charath with curious sympathy. "I didn't mean to upset her. For all you know, I was coming over to congratulate you on Impression...Believe it or not, I've been bragging all over about you. Valerian, too," he said distastefully. He did feel a bit awkward about causing such a stir, but his indignant side continued to fester.
It reached a new level when Erisi dared to outright insult Ilveriath. I'shan scowled and took a bold step forward. "There's nothing wrong with Ilv," he said, his voice raising a bit higher than he would have liked. Ilveriath's presence quickly returned. Stop, dear... he whispered soothingly.
I'shan frowned again. "We'll just have to see, then," he pouted. His voice sank lower and he clenched his fist at his side, but he didn't dare raise it. He knew he was already pushing, but at least in this case Erisi had been the actual instigator.
Erisi was rude first, right? That's what counted. The fact that I'shan had approached him couldn't possibly count. That's what he told himself, anyhow.
In spite of his indignation, he did know somewhere, deep down inside, that he'd hoped for trouble.
That is the logical outcome Ilveriath reminded, sounding disapproving but remaining gentle. Ilveriath tended to allow I'shan to wade off into his disasters, but this particular incident was going too far. He considered brushing against Charath's mind and apologizing to her, but he doubted it would do any good. He gave a mental sigh and settled down, content at least that I'shan seemed to at least realize that he was inching over the line.
The bluerider frowned a bit, eyeing Charath with curious sympathy. "I didn't mean to upset her. For all you know, I was coming over to congratulate you on Impression...Believe it or not, I've been bragging all over about you. Valerian, too," he said distastefully. He did feel a bit awkward about causing such a stir, but his indignant side continued to fester.
It reached a new level when Erisi dared to outright insult Ilveriath. I'shan scowled and took a bold step forward. "There's nothing wrong with Ilv," he said, his voice raising a bit higher than he would have liked. Ilveriath's presence quickly returned. Stop, dear... he whispered soothingly.
I'shan frowned again. "We'll just have to see, then," he pouted. His voice sank lower and he clenched his fist at his side, but he didn't dare raise it. He knew he was already pushing, but at least in this case Erisi had been the actual instigator.
Erisi was rude first, right? That's what counted. The fact that I'shan had approached him couldn't possibly count. That's what he told himself, anyhow.
In spite of his indignation, he did know somewhere, deep down inside, that he'd hoped for trouble.