30.Apr.12, 03:03 PM
"No glass?" I'shan asked, pausing in confusion before offering a nod. "All right, that is fair enough," he said. He uncorked the bottle and started to take a sip before Ilveriath ever-so-subtly reminded him that the bottle was meant as a gift to Farlint, not himself.
I'shan produced an audible, terribly nervous laugh before handing it to Farlint. "I'm sorry," the bluerider said sincerely, flopping back in his bedside chair and leaning forward onto the palm of one hand. "I don't mean to be so un-fun. It's just that I've been having problems with N'gelt."
He felt bad, talking about himself when Farlint was in such a position. He was probably desperate for anything to talk about, though, and probably lonely for his usual stream of gossip and excitement. Inevitably, no matter how Farlint felt, it still came; I'shan pouted and stated to slowly recount the past few sevendays, starting with what he'd thought to be an innocent dance with B'jin at the hatching feast.
By the time he finished, he was full on sulking again. "Far! I don't know what to do!" he whined. He wasn't aware of the healer who'd just entered the room, watching him tactically and wielding what looked like numbweed.
"Excuse me," the young man said delicately, "But it's time for Farlint's bath. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
I'shan produced an audible, terribly nervous laugh before handing it to Farlint. "I'm sorry," the bluerider said sincerely, flopping back in his bedside chair and leaning forward onto the palm of one hand. "I don't mean to be so un-fun. It's just that I've been having problems with N'gelt."
He felt bad, talking about himself when Farlint was in such a position. He was probably desperate for anything to talk about, though, and probably lonely for his usual stream of gossip and excitement. Inevitably, no matter how Farlint felt, it still came; I'shan pouted and stated to slowly recount the past few sevendays, starting with what he'd thought to be an innocent dance with B'jin at the hatching feast.
By the time he finished, he was full on sulking again. "Far! I don't know what to do!" he whined. He wasn't aware of the healer who'd just entered the room, watching him tactically and wielding what looked like numbweed.
"Excuse me," the young man said delicately, "But it's time for Farlint's bath. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."