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21.Aug.12, 10:00 AM
D'ren watched silently as Sanderon tried to lift the glass. The bronzerider's immediate instinct was to help the boy, but he realized quickly that Sanderon was young and prideful. After such a humiliating incident, he probably wouldn't want help with a task so simple as drinking water from a glass, no matter how hard it was under current circumstances. D'ren waited for the boy to successfully take a long drink before offering his hand to take the glass and set it down on the table, carefully positioning it within easy reach.
Sir. He smiled a little bit, but didn't comment.
There was a soft thump on the window. "Ronarth is worried about you," D'ren explained with the lightest hint of amusement, unaware that Ronarth had already spoken to the young man. "He's trying his best to get a good look through the window." Silly beast. As soon as D'ren thought about hoe easy it would be for Ronarth to simply look through his eyes, the dragon realized it as well. The bronze's enthusiasm was briefly dampened by embarrassment. How did he always fail to think of such simple solutions to problems?
You're not stupid D'ren offered. You're just excited. Sometimes it's hard to think when you're too excited.
It's never a problem for you...
It's different, Ronarth
The dragon didn't see how, but he accepted it. You are welcome he added with a little bit of delay, turning his attention back to Sanderon. I...don't really understand what just happened the dragon confessed. It was strange. Last night, D'ren was thinking about you and was upset. Then N'gelt and Tsuen said things, but I don't really remember what, and D'ren won't think about them so I can't see, and...
Ronarth, please don't break the glass
Sorry!
After the pause to reply to his rider and a moment of uncertainty, Ronarth's presence washed over Sanderon again. I don't understand much of it. I just know that he wants everyone to stop fighting so we can go home. . The dragon paused thoughtfully. I don't remember 'home'. I just know that D'ren wants to go awfully bad.
There were a lot of questions left unanswered for the dragon, so he chose simply to trust his rider.
D'ren didn't know Ronarth was speaking to Sanderon, but he suspected it. Ronarth talked to people all the time, and this wouldn't be the first upset candidate the dragon tried to console, or the most dramatic. Erisi held that title, at least for now.
"The healer I have coming is the best we have," D'ren said a moment later, voice low and as soothing as he could manage. His nerves were shot. While he was doing a good job hiding it from casual observation, someone who was looking for it would be able to tell without effort. "He's an honorary master, in fact." Not that he doubted that Sanderon had at least heard of Talian, for no reason other than the boy's own unique brand of escape attempt. Tal's suicide attempt was old news now, but at the time it had been quite the gossip piece among the northerners.
It still made D'ren sick at his stomach to think that searching had made these kids so miserable that they'd rather die.
His head snapped to the door suddenly. He could hear footsteps, and a familiar gait at that. ''Sounds like he's almost here. Will you be all right for now, son?"
Sir. He smiled a little bit, but didn't comment.
There was a soft thump on the window. "Ronarth is worried about you," D'ren explained with the lightest hint of amusement, unaware that Ronarth had already spoken to the young man. "He's trying his best to get a good look through the window." Silly beast. As soon as D'ren thought about hoe easy it would be for Ronarth to simply look through his eyes, the dragon realized it as well. The bronze's enthusiasm was briefly dampened by embarrassment. How did he always fail to think of such simple solutions to problems?
You're not stupid D'ren offered. You're just excited. Sometimes it's hard to think when you're too excited.
It's never a problem for you...
It's different, Ronarth
The dragon didn't see how, but he accepted it. You are welcome he added with a little bit of delay, turning his attention back to Sanderon. I...don't really understand what just happened the dragon confessed. It was strange. Last night, D'ren was thinking about you and was upset. Then N'gelt and Tsuen said things, but I don't really remember what, and D'ren won't think about them so I can't see, and...
Ronarth, please don't break the glass
Sorry!
After the pause to reply to his rider and a moment of uncertainty, Ronarth's presence washed over Sanderon again. I don't understand much of it. I just know that he wants everyone to stop fighting so we can go home. . The dragon paused thoughtfully. I don't remember 'home'. I just know that D'ren wants to go awfully bad.
There were a lot of questions left unanswered for the dragon, so he chose simply to trust his rider.
D'ren didn't know Ronarth was speaking to Sanderon, but he suspected it. Ronarth talked to people all the time, and this wouldn't be the first upset candidate the dragon tried to console, or the most dramatic. Erisi held that title, at least for now.
"The healer I have coming is the best we have," D'ren said a moment later, voice low and as soothing as he could manage. His nerves were shot. While he was doing a good job hiding it from casual observation, someone who was looking for it would be able to tell without effort. "He's an honorary master, in fact." Not that he doubted that Sanderon had at least heard of Talian, for no reason other than the boy's own unique brand of escape attempt. Tal's suicide attempt was old news now, but at the time it had been quite the gossip piece among the northerners.
It still made D'ren sick at his stomach to think that searching had made these kids so miserable that they'd rather die.
His head snapped to the door suddenly. He could hear footsteps, and a familiar gait at that. ''Sounds like he's almost here. Will you be all right for now, son?"
