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23.Aug.12, 01:54 PM
She watched him set the glass down on the table, amber eyes apprising his movements for any obvious signs of weakness or strain. The Harper expected some, of course, it was only natural given his recent beating. It was as she spoke that she noticed the stiffening of his body, the way he seemed to move to pensive, and pained. Had Sanderon been so abused here that he had not learned to bend? That was a genuine shame; so many of Jada's fellows had not learned to bend in the foreign winds, and were being broken. Sanderon was making a good impression on her, overall, but his very strength...
He changed then, rage turning his somewhat attractive face into an ugly mask that she was quickly able to identify and accept. If he had been well, in truth, she may have been more afraid than she currently was. In bold facts, he had placed a cup on a table only with extreme effort. In addition, he was weaponless. She certainly would need to handle him with some care, because he was bigger than she was- and anger did make people strong. But shards, if a Healer came in and saw him having this little temper tantrum, he would be on even worse footing than before. Jada swallowed, and the brief flash of apprehension faded away behind a motherly, exasperated look. Her students would recognize it, but she had never really been in a position to train other Stolen unless they had simply wanted to join in.
The Harper watched him stand, fury and rage making the action possible. She kept her face calm, as relaxed as she possibly could. It might make him angrier, or it might have the effect of making him realize he was acting like a wounded wherry. The juice went over, spilling onto the clean floor, and she winced. And there went her bubbly pies, shard it. Wherry meat splattered, and the basket toppled off the small table with a light thud.
Considerately, Jada stood for him so he would not have to bend when he went to scream in her face. Spittle flew lightly, how very disgusting. "And what example," she asked him, when the table went flying, "Have you given them to see that they should free you from that cage?" She scowled at the boy in front of her, eyes narrowing as she thought on him. His pain was visible and audible. She could sympathize with him, so broken and hurt. A wounded creature, who wanted to wallow in his agony instead of letting someone help him. "Talk to me, Sanderon, don't yell." The thought that she could have ended up like him was there. Any one of the Stolen could end up like this tortured boy, and a regardless of the common misconception, a dragon wouldn't protect them- not from anyone.
Her eyes widened as he faced her, snarling, and she instinctively stiffened. Trapped, she thought, and pushed back the wave of alarm she felt from Krypth at the thought. It's fine. He won't hurt me. A spine (and a temper) might not be amongst Jada's most obvious traits, but the former lurked under the surface, and it kept her there now. Jada was calm, giving Sanderon an open, honest face. "I don't see why I should run. You can't catch me, even if I have to open the door. I didn’t come here to let you stew in your juices and do yourself harm through obstinacy.” Her voice was firm, though thin, and her chin jutted out. “Please lay back down.”
He changed then, rage turning his somewhat attractive face into an ugly mask that she was quickly able to identify and accept. If he had been well, in truth, she may have been more afraid than she currently was. In bold facts, he had placed a cup on a table only with extreme effort. In addition, he was weaponless. She certainly would need to handle him with some care, because he was bigger than she was- and anger did make people strong. But shards, if a Healer came in and saw him having this little temper tantrum, he would be on even worse footing than before. Jada swallowed, and the brief flash of apprehension faded away behind a motherly, exasperated look. Her students would recognize it, but she had never really been in a position to train other Stolen unless they had simply wanted to join in.
The Harper watched him stand, fury and rage making the action possible. She kept her face calm, as relaxed as she possibly could. It might make him angrier, or it might have the effect of making him realize he was acting like a wounded wherry. The juice went over, spilling onto the clean floor, and she winced. And there went her bubbly pies, shard it. Wherry meat splattered, and the basket toppled off the small table with a light thud.
Considerately, Jada stood for him so he would not have to bend when he went to scream in her face. Spittle flew lightly, how very disgusting. "And what example," she asked him, when the table went flying, "Have you given them to see that they should free you from that cage?" She scowled at the boy in front of her, eyes narrowing as she thought on him. His pain was visible and audible. She could sympathize with him, so broken and hurt. A wounded creature, who wanted to wallow in his agony instead of letting someone help him. "Talk to me, Sanderon, don't yell." The thought that she could have ended up like him was there. Any one of the Stolen could end up like this tortured boy, and a regardless of the common misconception, a dragon wouldn't protect them- not from anyone.
Her eyes widened as he faced her, snarling, and she instinctively stiffened. Trapped, she thought, and pushed back the wave of alarm she felt from Krypth at the thought. It's fine. He won't hurt me. A spine (and a temper) might not be amongst Jada's most obvious traits, but the former lurked under the surface, and it kept her there now. Jada was calm, giving Sanderon an open, honest face. "I don't see why I should run. You can't catch me, even if I have to open the door. I didn’t come here to let you stew in your juices and do yourself harm through obstinacy.” Her voice was firm, though thin, and her chin jutted out. “Please lay back down.”
