31.Aug.12, 03:25 AM
Sanderon was shocked when a searing anger seeped into and around his muddled thoughts. The catalist? I'shan's mention of his mother. It was obvious that he cared deeply for the woman. He had learned in the turn and a half since his capture that the man's mother had died a long time ago during the time of the plague. Sanderon wanted to cuss but he refrained. Instead of wasting what little energy he had, he kept eating the soup and continued to listen.
When the subject of Erisi, Valerian and Farlint came up, his frown deepened and his eyes grew darker. The subjects of family and capture had been very taboo with him for a long time, and even though he had pretty much asked for it, hearing about both right now was not helping. Especially now that he was 'unstable'.
He let the man speak though and finished his portion of the soup. His shrunken stomach could not fit another bite. Laying his eating utensil down, he sat leaning up against the wall at the head of his bed and looked upon I'shan sitting there nearby.
The only good thing the man had said, as far as Sanderon was concerned, was that I'shan's Searching days were done. Too bad he and the others had to suffer from it though. Except for Farlint that is. He seemed to have liked it.
"Good." Sanderon's voice sounded stronger than before. There was an obvious touch of bitterness in that one word though. Digging a little where he thought it might hurt to make an important point, Sanderon kept the same tone and said, "It would be a terrible shame for you to tear another son away from his mother."
Letting that sink in a little he added with a tired frown, "...Thank you for the soup."
When the subject of Erisi, Valerian and Farlint came up, his frown deepened and his eyes grew darker. The subjects of family and capture had been very taboo with him for a long time, and even though he had pretty much asked for it, hearing about both right now was not helping. Especially now that he was 'unstable'.
He let the man speak though and finished his portion of the soup. His shrunken stomach could not fit another bite. Laying his eating utensil down, he sat leaning up against the wall at the head of his bed and looked upon I'shan sitting there nearby.
The only good thing the man had said, as far as Sanderon was concerned, was that I'shan's Searching days were done. Too bad he and the others had to suffer from it though. Except for Farlint that is. He seemed to have liked it.
"Good." Sanderon's voice sounded stronger than before. There was an obvious touch of bitterness in that one word though. Digging a little where he thought it might hurt to make an important point, Sanderon kept the same tone and said, "It would be a terrible shame for you to tear another son away from his mother."
Letting that sink in a little he added with a tired frown, "...Thank you for the soup."