22.Aug.12, 02:53 AM
A'liran didn't understand how anyone couldn't be angry. What was the phrase again? If you aren't angry, you aren't paying attention? But what about people like V'zire, who so obviously knew about the wrongs in their world, yet lacked the strength to do anything about it? A'liran may not have had any power, but he was at least willing to take them on anyhow. This other greenrider, though...he was soft, gentle, and in a strange sense, incorruptible. His place wasn't on the front lines. Look how he was even now, unable to lash out at his attacker, free of the biting hatred...
A'liran smiled, in spite of the bile in his throat. He helped V'zire stand and gripped his hand for a moment, lightly clasping it with his other hand and nodding. "It's not a problem. Come on."
He could feel Astoreth's curiosity stirring. Like so many things in the human world, she didn't understand what the big deal about this was. It was just a simple incident, right? Wouldn't the pain pass? She remained silent on the subject, knowing well that even if she didn't get it, it bothered A'liran. Anything that bothered him was worth sparing a bit of empathy for.
Is there anything I can do? she asked cautiously, keeping her words private between herself and her rider.
Not really, Ast. Unless you wanna go chomp S'kef
You know I can't do that. I'm certain he's bitter she said with pointed amusement. A'liran snorted aloud as he pushed the door open and gently led V'zire outside.
"Do you need someone to look after you tonight, pal?" A'liran asked as he cautiously looked to his left and his right, sharp eyes looking out for any signs of trouble. "I don't wanna just leave you all alone if you're scared or whatever. I dare that wher to come around you again..."
He didn't even know this greenrider, but here was was threatening to to battle with someone he secretly feared. It wasn't that A'liran was so easily infatuated. At this moment, V'zire and his plight represented everything that was wrong with dragonrider society. Everything that had been wrong before the plague. Everything that had gotten worse since.
A'liran smiled, in spite of the bile in his throat. He helped V'zire stand and gripped his hand for a moment, lightly clasping it with his other hand and nodding. "It's not a problem. Come on."
He could feel Astoreth's curiosity stirring. Like so many things in the human world, she didn't understand what the big deal about this was. It was just a simple incident, right? Wouldn't the pain pass? She remained silent on the subject, knowing well that even if she didn't get it, it bothered A'liran. Anything that bothered him was worth sparing a bit of empathy for.
Is there anything I can do? she asked cautiously, keeping her words private between herself and her rider.
Not really, Ast. Unless you wanna go chomp S'kef
You know I can't do that. I'm certain he's bitter she said with pointed amusement. A'liran snorted aloud as he pushed the door open and gently led V'zire outside.
"Do you need someone to look after you tonight, pal?" A'liran asked as he cautiously looked to his left and his right, sharp eyes looking out for any signs of trouble. "I don't wanna just leave you all alone if you're scared or whatever. I dare that wher to come around you again..."
He didn't even know this greenrider, but here was was threatening to to battle with someone he secretly feared. It wasn't that A'liran was so easily infatuated. At this moment, V'zire and his plight represented everything that was wrong with dragonrider society. Everything that had been wrong before the plague. Everything that had gotten worse since.