31.Aug.12, 03:47 AM
Well, that hadn't gone as planned. I'shan had to remind himself quickly not to get offended at the younger man's little dig. Sanderon's delivery seemed like the plot of an indignant child who'd been put into time out, which resonated poorly with I'shan, who had a relatively wide childish streak himself. The bluerider generally fled from responsibility, but lately he'd been learning in a multitude of ways that no matter how far and fast you ran, some things always had a way of catching up.
Ilveriath quietly urged his rider to be gentle. Part of I'shan wanted badly to snap at the child, but he put his trust in Ilveriath and kept his head level, though there was a brief flare of something in his eyes. It wasn't exactly anger, but frustration and hurt fit the bill. I'shan knew sharding well what he'd done wrong. He'd practically vomited with guilt over it just the other night. Wasn't all the pandering enough?
"Yep," I'shan said, his reply clipped short. He paused and tried to think of something else to say, but he didn't think there was much of anything to be said. He felt like a fool for telling his little story, for exposing so much of himself to someone who claimed to have forgiven him but who obviously still planned to hang on to their bitterness. I'shan didn't blame the boy. He'd not have blamed him for hating him forever. It was discouraging to hear such a relapse after he felt like he was getting somewhere, though.
Of course, I'shan's competitive side also nagged him, demanding that he not let Sanderon 'win' the exchange. He wanted to pout and snap, but thanks to a merging of Ilveriath's influence and his own past failures with Erisi, he denied his impulse and spoke in an amazingly even tone: "Look, I can't change what happened, okay? You said you'd let me help you, and I want to." He slowly stood up, taking the bowl with him. "But I'm not gonna let you beat me up at the same time."
He closed his eyes for a few long moments. "I really do hope you get to feeling better," he said before slowly making his way to the door. "I'll be around to check back on you soon, and Ilv is keeping watch...Take care."
He shut the door and locked it behind him. He wanted to be far away when he started swearing in frustration.
Ilveriath quietly urged his rider to be gentle. Part of I'shan wanted badly to snap at the child, but he put his trust in Ilveriath and kept his head level, though there was a brief flare of something in his eyes. It wasn't exactly anger, but frustration and hurt fit the bill. I'shan knew sharding well what he'd done wrong. He'd practically vomited with guilt over it just the other night. Wasn't all the pandering enough?
"Yep," I'shan said, his reply clipped short. He paused and tried to think of something else to say, but he didn't think there was much of anything to be said. He felt like a fool for telling his little story, for exposing so much of himself to someone who claimed to have forgiven him but who obviously still planned to hang on to their bitterness. I'shan didn't blame the boy. He'd not have blamed him for hating him forever. It was discouraging to hear such a relapse after he felt like he was getting somewhere, though.
Of course, I'shan's competitive side also nagged him, demanding that he not let Sanderon 'win' the exchange. He wanted to pout and snap, but thanks to a merging of Ilveriath's influence and his own past failures with Erisi, he denied his impulse and spoke in an amazingly even tone: "Look, I can't change what happened, okay? You said you'd let me help you, and I want to." He slowly stood up, taking the bowl with him. "But I'm not gonna let you beat me up at the same time."
He closed his eyes for a few long moments. "I really do hope you get to feeling better," he said before slowly making his way to the door. "I'll be around to check back on you soon, and Ilv is keeping watch...Take care."
He shut the door and locked it behind him. He wanted to be far away when he started swearing in frustration.