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20.Aug.12, 08:03 PM
Actions...not words
D'ren smiled softly. It was a sad smile, but not a misplaced one. He understood that phrase far better than Sanderon could know. But Sanderon was young and idealistic, with an entire life ahead of him to learn the hard lessons that D'ren had already learned turns ago. D'ren just regretted that he had to learn them in so harsh a way.
"I've called for the best healer we have," D'ren commented. He nodded to an attendant as she handed him a glass of water. He knew it was intended for him, but he set it down beside Sanderon anyhow. "Go ahead, have a drink. You look like you need it," he said.
He wanted badly to explain himself to the boy. He wanted to tell him how hard it was to make these decisions, and how they haunted him at night. He wanted to explain to him that it was for the greater good, for security and the future. He wanted to point out how hard he tried to make the northerners feel at home, but it was impossible when faced with constant protest. But what could he really say that he hadn't already said? That an angry young man would actually want to hear?
Nothing. So rather than talking himself blue only to have his words thrown back at him, he chose to sit supportively by the young man's side while they waited for the healer to arrive. Nothing would make it 'right' right now, but he could at least keep the young man company until the healer arrived, to show him that he wasn't completely abandoned or unwanted.
How could D'ren ever make them understand? He knew he asked a lot of them, and he knew he put them in unwanted situations. How could he make them understand that it was a necessary evil, something intended to save the world?
Outside, Ronarth poked his nose at the window. His hot breath fogged it up. Little human? I'm sorry you hurt the dragon commented. He creeled a bit, earning him a soft but firm stare from his rider. Settle down, dear
But you hurt, too... the dragon complained, his voice free for Sanderon to overhear as well. The human world so perplexed the simple bronze. Why couldn't they just be happy?
D'ren smiled softly. It was a sad smile, but not a misplaced one. He understood that phrase far better than Sanderon could know. But Sanderon was young and idealistic, with an entire life ahead of him to learn the hard lessons that D'ren had already learned turns ago. D'ren just regretted that he had to learn them in so harsh a way.
"I've called for the best healer we have," D'ren commented. He nodded to an attendant as she handed him a glass of water. He knew it was intended for him, but he set it down beside Sanderon anyhow. "Go ahead, have a drink. You look like you need it," he said.
He wanted badly to explain himself to the boy. He wanted to tell him how hard it was to make these decisions, and how they haunted him at night. He wanted to explain to him that it was for the greater good, for security and the future. He wanted to point out how hard he tried to make the northerners feel at home, but it was impossible when faced with constant protest. But what could he really say that he hadn't already said? That an angry young man would actually want to hear?
Nothing. So rather than talking himself blue only to have his words thrown back at him, he chose to sit supportively by the young man's side while they waited for the healer to arrive. Nothing would make it 'right' right now, but he could at least keep the young man company until the healer arrived, to show him that he wasn't completely abandoned or unwanted.
How could D'ren ever make them understand? He knew he asked a lot of them, and he knew he put them in unwanted situations. How could he make them understand that it was a necessary evil, something intended to save the world?
Outside, Ronarth poked his nose at the window. His hot breath fogged it up. Little human? I'm sorry you hurt the dragon commented. He creeled a bit, earning him a soft but firm stare from his rider. Settle down, dear
But you hurt, too... the dragon complained, his voice free for Sanderon to overhear as well. The human world so perplexed the simple bronze. Why couldn't they just be happy?
