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06.Sep.12, 12:58 AM
I'shan bumped the door open with one foot and walked inside, letting it fall shut behind him. He didn't bother to turn around and lock it, even after he set the large tray down on the table on the far side of the room. It was a subtle display of his increasing trust. Sanderon didn't seem keen on trying to fight his way off the island anymore, or at the very least had accepted that notion as impossible and dangerous.
The bluerider corrected his sleeves, which had been rolled up during most of the preparation process. Then, with a smile, he pulled the tray's cover off to reveal what he'd been working on all day. I'shan loved any excuse to cook, and in all honesty there wasn't much for him to actually do on the island other than skip around outside and talk to Ilveriath. Well, there was Sanderon as wel, but I'shan tended to assume that the kid didn't want much to do with him.
That was something the bluerider had been working on forcing himself to understand and accept. Reasonably, he knew he couldn't expect everyone to like him. That had never stopped him from trying, or letting it bother him when it didn't work out. Lately, he'd resolved to be on his best behavior regarding , in particular, this boy.
Maybe Sanderon would never like him. I'shan was oddly at peace with that, in spite of his usual behavior. Maybe it was the recent conversations he'd had with some of his friends, maybe it was Ilveriath, or maybe he'd just quietly understood all along but refused to acknowledge. This wasn't about him. It never had been and never would be. I'shan was both selfish and selfless at the same time and often oblivious to his own ravenous focus on his own needs. Since talking to the others and having long thinking-aloud sessions with Ilveriath, well...he was a little bit embarassed over his own behavior.
None of that showed for the time being, though. I'shan was all smiles, though the desperate tinge was missing this time around. He motioned down to the meal he'd prepared, which was balanced around a central dish of roasted herdbeast which had taken all day to cook just right. There was also far too much of it.
"Listen," I'shan said, holding his hands up half-defensively as he started his explanation. "I know you and Talian heard me the other day. I didn't want to spy on you, but the Weyrleader was pretty insistent that visits be supervised. I technically wasn't even supposed to let him in the room by himself, but I knew you weren't gonna hurt him."
The bluerider sighed. "The Weyrleader is just worried about you, is all. After Talian tried to kill himself, he's been sick over the whole thing. He just...I guess he views everyone here as his responsibility. It's his job to keep us all safe. So, I listened in...and well, I know you can't have your special thing with your family. I don't know the details, but I know when something special happened in my life, my mother always cooked for me. So...I figured I'd do the same for you."
Ilveriath reminded I'shan of a small detail, and the little bluerider laughed.
"Oh yeah. We have another guest, too. D'ren couldn't m-"
I did! I made it! Ronarth said loudly. I'shan jumped at the bronze's voice, which appeared suddenly in both humans' minds. But I can't find a window. Is there a window?
"There's not a window!" I'shan shouted, loud enough for the bronze to hear through the walls. The dragon was positively distraught. Well how am I supposed to share the food?
I'shan's jaw dropped comically. "It's not for YOU! No way, you fat...!" he squealed. "There's no way you're getting near it. And I better not catch you trying to fit in the windows in the lobby!"
D'ren said you had to do what I tell you
"No he didn't! I have to do what HE tells me! You're just a fat dragon!"
Amused, Ilveriath took this opportunity to wiggle into Sanderon's mind, though he knew the young man had no way of replying to him. The meal is in honor of your skills with your bow. I bear a deep scar from that day he said calmly, no malice or bitterness present in his soothing mindvoice. He sounded similar to I'shan, but deeper and more distant, with a gentler flow. In my estimation, you are a worthier opponent than any pack of felines. He didn't know if Sanderon had seen him clearly enough to notice the large scars he bore from that particular encounter, protecting his poor rider from an entire pack of the beasts during their exile. They were hard to miss, but Ilveriath no longer remembered the pain. In fact, he perhaps misremembered the pain of the arrow, since I'shan tended to remember it so..dramatically.
The bluerider corrected his sleeves, which had been rolled up during most of the preparation process. Then, with a smile, he pulled the tray's cover off to reveal what he'd been working on all day. I'shan loved any excuse to cook, and in all honesty there wasn't much for him to actually do on the island other than skip around outside and talk to Ilveriath. Well, there was Sanderon as wel, but I'shan tended to assume that the kid didn't want much to do with him.
That was something the bluerider had been working on forcing himself to understand and accept. Reasonably, he knew he couldn't expect everyone to like him. That had never stopped him from trying, or letting it bother him when it didn't work out. Lately, he'd resolved to be on his best behavior regarding , in particular, this boy.
Maybe Sanderon would never like him. I'shan was oddly at peace with that, in spite of his usual behavior. Maybe it was the recent conversations he'd had with some of his friends, maybe it was Ilveriath, or maybe he'd just quietly understood all along but refused to acknowledge. This wasn't about him. It never had been and never would be. I'shan was both selfish and selfless at the same time and often oblivious to his own ravenous focus on his own needs. Since talking to the others and having long thinking-aloud sessions with Ilveriath, well...he was a little bit embarassed over his own behavior.
None of that showed for the time being, though. I'shan was all smiles, though the desperate tinge was missing this time around. He motioned down to the meal he'd prepared, which was balanced around a central dish of roasted herdbeast which had taken all day to cook just right. There was also far too much of it.
"Listen," I'shan said, holding his hands up half-defensively as he started his explanation. "I know you and Talian heard me the other day. I didn't want to spy on you, but the Weyrleader was pretty insistent that visits be supervised. I technically wasn't even supposed to let him in the room by himself, but I knew you weren't gonna hurt him."
The bluerider sighed. "The Weyrleader is just worried about you, is all. After Talian tried to kill himself, he's been sick over the whole thing. He just...I guess he views everyone here as his responsibility. It's his job to keep us all safe. So, I listened in...and well, I know you can't have your special thing with your family. I don't know the details, but I know when something special happened in my life, my mother always cooked for me. So...I figured I'd do the same for you."
Ilveriath reminded I'shan of a small detail, and the little bluerider laughed.
"Oh yeah. We have another guest, too. D'ren couldn't m-"
I did! I made it! Ronarth said loudly. I'shan jumped at the bronze's voice, which appeared suddenly in both humans' minds. But I can't find a window. Is there a window?
"There's not a window!" I'shan shouted, loud enough for the bronze to hear through the walls. The dragon was positively distraught. Well how am I supposed to share the food?
I'shan's jaw dropped comically. "It's not for YOU! No way, you fat...!" he squealed. "There's no way you're getting near it. And I better not catch you trying to fit in the windows in the lobby!"
D'ren said you had to do what I tell you
"No he didn't! I have to do what HE tells me! You're just a fat dragon!"
Amused, Ilveriath took this opportunity to wiggle into Sanderon's mind, though he knew the young man had no way of replying to him. The meal is in honor of your skills with your bow. I bear a deep scar from that day he said calmly, no malice or bitterness present in his soothing mindvoice. He sounded similar to I'shan, but deeper and more distant, with a gentler flow. In my estimation, you are a worthier opponent than any pack of felines. He didn't know if Sanderon had seen him clearly enough to notice the large scars he bore from that particular encounter, protecting his poor rider from an entire pack of the beasts during their exile. They were hard to miss, but Ilveriath no longer remembered the pain. In fact, he perhaps misremembered the pain of the arrow, since I'shan tended to remember it so..dramatically.
