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10.Dec.19, 07:22 PM
S'laire feigned a grimace at Rhaedalyn's comment, though he couldn't quite smother the grin that pulled at his lips at the same time. "There's not much to play with, lately," he said after a moment, one hand raised to pull through his shorter hair somewhat self-consciously.
"But..." and now he really laid on the drama, heaving a heavy sigh and not bothering to hide the widening smile on his face. "A promise is a promise. Give us a time and we'll be there with bells on." Perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration, but S'laire figured Rhaedalyn might just forgive him for it when they showed up at all.
It was never easy to think about his family, but S'laire wasn't the type to begrudge those whose family life was happier than his own. Sometimes he even enjoyed listening to such stories, if only for fodder for situations to imagine his own family in, if things had been different. The thought never crossed his mind to be anything other than happy for those he cared about--especially when he wasn't particularly forthcoming about his own familial situation. He knew that Rhaedalyn suspected at least the basics, but she'd never broached the subject and he was content to let things remain that way for now.
He'd always known that he wasn't the only victim of the kidnappings, and knew very well that his situation certainly wasn't the worst that there was. The Stolen had tended to gravitate to each other during their Candidacy, though S'laire had remained on the fringes even of that sect. Mostly by choice. Of course, Rhaedalyn hadn't given him much of a choice in the matter, and her attempts to befriend him had always been so earnest and honest that he didn't have the heart to push her away.
One of the best decisions he hadn't had to make, as it turned out. Luxilth crooned his quiet agreement.
It's good to have friends, he intoned to both his rider and Rhaedalyn, and S'laire didn't bother trying to smother the impulse to roll his eyes. The thought that his dragon was simply trying to find friends for him, S'lair, always brought a grin to his face and a warm rush to his chest; a little sappy, of course, and not entirely the reason Luxilth was always so nosy, but it was a nice thought.
"But..." and now he really laid on the drama, heaving a heavy sigh and not bothering to hide the widening smile on his face. "A promise is a promise. Give us a time and we'll be there with bells on." Perhaps a little bit of an exaggeration, but S'laire figured Rhaedalyn might just forgive him for it when they showed up at all.
It was never easy to think about his family, but S'laire wasn't the type to begrudge those whose family life was happier than his own. Sometimes he even enjoyed listening to such stories, if only for fodder for situations to imagine his own family in, if things had been different. The thought never crossed his mind to be anything other than happy for those he cared about--especially when he wasn't particularly forthcoming about his own familial situation. He knew that Rhaedalyn suspected at least the basics, but she'd never broached the subject and he was content to let things remain that way for now.
He'd always known that he wasn't the only victim of the kidnappings, and knew very well that his situation certainly wasn't the worst that there was. The Stolen had tended to gravitate to each other during their Candidacy, though S'laire had remained on the fringes even of that sect. Mostly by choice. Of course, Rhaedalyn hadn't given him much of a choice in the matter, and her attempts to befriend him had always been so earnest and honest that he didn't have the heart to push her away.
One of the best decisions he hadn't had to make, as it turned out. Luxilth crooned his quiet agreement.
It's good to have friends, he intoned to both his rider and Rhaedalyn, and S'laire didn't bother trying to smother the impulse to roll his eyes. The thought that his dragon was simply trying to find friends for him, S'lair, always brought a grin to his face and a warm rush to his chest; a little sappy, of course, and not entirely the reason Luxilth was always so nosy, but it was a nice thought.
