22.Aug.12, 12:13 AM
If everyone worked together, I think we'd be home in no time Ronarth said easily. He spoke with optimism, the sort of shining optimism that kept D'ren going on a daily basis. Ronarth was also so sure that things would be all right. D'ren was always so sure they wouldn't be. D'ren's rationalism was a burden on his mind and conscience, but Ronarth knew how to perk him right up.
Even then, D'ren could feel a wave of warmth and gentleness flowing from the dragon. The bronze projected it to Sanderon as well. Both humans were in such pain...such different pain, and yet so similar. Ronarth didn't understand why, but he did know that sometimes his feelings made D'ren feel better. Maybe it would make them both feel better now.
The dragon crooned and pressed his nose against the class again. I can sort of read your thoughts the dragon commented unhelpfully, though the naivety in his voice revealed that it wasn't his intention to be unhelpful. In fact, he thought he was being quite helpful by answering the question!
He pressed forward again. Then, there was the sharp sound of splitting glass.
Kssshhht!
D'ren's head snapped to the window and his jaw slacked. Ronarth's flat nose was visible, protruding through the window perfectly. There were a few streaks of green ichor on his snout. D'ren... Ronarth complained for all to hear. I cut myself.
D'ren frowned. He ran urgently around Sand's bed and reached up to stroke the bronze's snout. "You wherry..." D'ren purred reassuringly, though he was obviously alarmed by the incident. I told you not to break the glass! he exclaimed with worry.
I'm sorry!
D'ren hugged his snout. He didn't notice that a thin, brown-haired man with mistrusting eyes was standing in the doorway to the room. Ronarth did, though.
Look! Talian! The excitable bronze crooned a greeting, which the young healer visibly cringed from.
D'ren bit his lip, then gently guided Ronarth's big snout backwards, out of the window. "I'll be right out, love," he whispered to the dragon before looking to Sand.
"I'm leaving you with the healer now, all right? I'll come back to check up on you," D'ren said. He smiled reassuringly at the boy, hoping to at least help soothe his injured nerves and pride. He imagined, however, that Sand would be thankful to be rid of him.
"You've very brave, kid. I would love to have you in my wing one day."
Then, he headed for the door.
Even then, D'ren could feel a wave of warmth and gentleness flowing from the dragon. The bronze projected it to Sanderon as well. Both humans were in such pain...such different pain, and yet so similar. Ronarth didn't understand why, but he did know that sometimes his feelings made D'ren feel better. Maybe it would make them both feel better now.
The dragon crooned and pressed his nose against the class again. I can sort of read your thoughts the dragon commented unhelpfully, though the naivety in his voice revealed that it wasn't his intention to be unhelpful. In fact, he thought he was being quite helpful by answering the question!
He pressed forward again. Then, there was the sharp sound of splitting glass.
Kssshhht!
D'ren's head snapped to the window and his jaw slacked. Ronarth's flat nose was visible, protruding through the window perfectly. There were a few streaks of green ichor on his snout. D'ren... Ronarth complained for all to hear. I cut myself.
D'ren frowned. He ran urgently around Sand's bed and reached up to stroke the bronze's snout. "You wherry..." D'ren purred reassuringly, though he was obviously alarmed by the incident. I told you not to break the glass! he exclaimed with worry.
I'm sorry!
D'ren hugged his snout. He didn't notice that a thin, brown-haired man with mistrusting eyes was standing in the doorway to the room. Ronarth did, though.
Look! Talian! The excitable bronze crooned a greeting, which the young healer visibly cringed from.
D'ren bit his lip, then gently guided Ronarth's big snout backwards, out of the window. "I'll be right out, love," he whispered to the dragon before looking to Sand.
"I'm leaving you with the healer now, all right? I'll come back to check up on you," D'ren said. He smiled reassuringly at the boy, hoping to at least help soothe his injured nerves and pride. He imagined, however, that Sand would be thankful to be rid of him.
"You've very brave, kid. I would love to have you in my wing one day."
Then, he headed for the door.