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06.Sep.12, 04:05 AM
Sanderon noted I'shan's failure to lock the door behind him. He thought it was a very interesting thing. He had no desire to run out and be an idiot but he did miss looking at the stars and seeing the sun on his face. No matter, he deserved what he got.
Watching as I'shan brought in a covered tray and set it upon the table, he was very curious. The smells coming from it were very enticing. He hadn't smelled something so wonderful for an incredibly long time. He wondered what was up. It was something out of the normal routine and he wasn't sure if he could trust it. Seeing I'shan's bright smile was encouraging though. There was nothing suspicious about it. The man seemed truly delighted in what he was doing or about to do. Sanderon was more than a little confused though. This amount of enthusiasm had never accompanied a meal before. Neither had the delivery of this food. Hidden under a lid upon the tray? That was a new one.
When the lid came off the meal and revealed a feast of food surrounding a beautifully roasted herdbeast, Sanderon took a short step backwards in his surprise. It was the most delicious thing he had seen and smelled since...well since his mother's cooking. With eyes instantly confused and his stomach grumbling with want and his mouth watering with the smells, he looked to I'shan for an explanation.
Hearing the bluerider confess to have listened in on his conversation with Talian and the reason behind it surprised him for a variety of reasons. The fact that he wasn't angry at all was one of them. The other was that I'shan had trusted him to be safe. Was the fact that the door to his room being unlocked right now another evidence that he was trusted? The thought was a welcome one. It felt good to be trusted even if it was just in a small way.
When I'shan continued about how the weyrleader's job was to protect him and make sure he was okay, as well as everyone else a strange sensation began to filter into his heart. Respect for D'ren and appreciation for I'shan's watching out for him felt nice. Perhaps he wasn't so alone after all.
Hearing I'shan mention his 'special day' with his family brought his chin up and his eyes focused intently upon I'shan's. He did not know where this was going but he hoped the bluerider would tread carefully. This was a very sensitive topic with him that he had thought he shared only with Talian.
Sanderon turned his gaze from I'shan to the feast laid out nicely upon the tray and then back at I'shan again. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes grew soft and pained. Another emotion could clearly be seen and it existed in his entire countenance. Deep appreciation. Sanderon was extremely touched. His heart thudded with a strange warmth that he had not felt in a very long time. And he was very much without words to describe how he felt.
A small part of him wanted to toss the food aside but it fizzled very quickly. I'shan might have been one of the direct causes of his capture, but he was also the one to have gifted him with the acknowledgement he had been without for so long. "You made this...for my huntsman's gift?"
Hearing of another guest visitor, Sanderon perked stood straighter wondering who it might be. He didn't have long to wait before a very familiar voice entered his mind. Sanderon found himself smiling. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he liked the weyrleader's bronze.
"Ronarth." He acknowledged with a feeling resembling joy. He thought it was funny that the bronze was looking for a window. The last time he actually saw the bronze looking through one, he had broken it without his snout.
When the conversation between Ronarth and I'shan's yells continued, Sanderon did something he hadn't done since he had been at Katila. He laughed. His voice was rich and open showing his good will and the humor he saw. And it was especially humorous when I'shan yelled back calling Ronarth Fat. It felt so good to laugh. He couldn't believe he hadn't done it before.
When Ilveriath's calm and soothing mindvoice came to him, Sanderon's checked his laughter down to a smile and listened. The words were few but their importance to him was incredible. It took him a long moment before he could utter a sound. With a sober face, he spoke, "I'shan. You and Ilveriath stole me away that day and it wasn't a fun day for any of us. I have forgiven you. But I will never forget and I don't think you will either. It is a harsh thing that is between us."
Reaching out his hand for the first time to I'shan, he offered it to the man with a look of appreciation and respect in his eyes. "You gave me more than you know. I became a true huntsman today. ...Thank you."
After letting that sink in, he made a request. "Would you allow me to eat this outside with Ilveriath, Ronarth and yourself? I haven't seen the sun in a long time. I will not run. You have my solemn promise."
Watching as I'shan brought in a covered tray and set it upon the table, he was very curious. The smells coming from it were very enticing. He hadn't smelled something so wonderful for an incredibly long time. He wondered what was up. It was something out of the normal routine and he wasn't sure if he could trust it. Seeing I'shan's bright smile was encouraging though. There was nothing suspicious about it. The man seemed truly delighted in what he was doing or about to do. Sanderon was more than a little confused though. This amount of enthusiasm had never accompanied a meal before. Neither had the delivery of this food. Hidden under a lid upon the tray? That was a new one.
When the lid came off the meal and revealed a feast of food surrounding a beautifully roasted herdbeast, Sanderon took a short step backwards in his surprise. It was the most delicious thing he had seen and smelled since...well since his mother's cooking. With eyes instantly confused and his stomach grumbling with want and his mouth watering with the smells, he looked to I'shan for an explanation.
Hearing the bluerider confess to have listened in on his conversation with Talian and the reason behind it surprised him for a variety of reasons. The fact that he wasn't angry at all was one of them. The other was that I'shan had trusted him to be safe. Was the fact that the door to his room being unlocked right now another evidence that he was trusted? The thought was a welcome one. It felt good to be trusted even if it was just in a small way.
When I'shan continued about how the weyrleader's job was to protect him and make sure he was okay, as well as everyone else a strange sensation began to filter into his heart. Respect for D'ren and appreciation for I'shan's watching out for him felt nice. Perhaps he wasn't so alone after all.
Hearing I'shan mention his 'special day' with his family brought his chin up and his eyes focused intently upon I'shan's. He did not know where this was going but he hoped the bluerider would tread carefully. This was a very sensitive topic with him that he had thought he shared only with Talian.
Sanderon turned his gaze from I'shan to the feast laid out nicely upon the tray and then back at I'shan again. His mouth opened slightly and his eyes grew soft and pained. Another emotion could clearly be seen and it existed in his entire countenance. Deep appreciation. Sanderon was extremely touched. His heart thudded with a strange warmth that he had not felt in a very long time. And he was very much without words to describe how he felt.
A small part of him wanted to toss the food aside but it fizzled very quickly. I'shan might have been one of the direct causes of his capture, but he was also the one to have gifted him with the acknowledgement he had been without for so long. "You made this...for my huntsman's gift?"
Hearing of another guest visitor, Sanderon perked stood straighter wondering who it might be. He didn't have long to wait before a very familiar voice entered his mind. Sanderon found himself smiling. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he liked the weyrleader's bronze.
"Ronarth." He acknowledged with a feeling resembling joy. He thought it was funny that the bronze was looking for a window. The last time he actually saw the bronze looking through one, he had broken it without his snout.
When the conversation between Ronarth and I'shan's yells continued, Sanderon did something he hadn't done since he had been at Katila. He laughed. His voice was rich and open showing his good will and the humor he saw. And it was especially humorous when I'shan yelled back calling Ronarth Fat. It felt so good to laugh. He couldn't believe he hadn't done it before.
When Ilveriath's calm and soothing mindvoice came to him, Sanderon's checked his laughter down to a smile and listened. The words were few but their importance to him was incredible. It took him a long moment before he could utter a sound. With a sober face, he spoke, "I'shan. You and Ilveriath stole me away that day and it wasn't a fun day for any of us. I have forgiven you. But I will never forget and I don't think you will either. It is a harsh thing that is between us."
Reaching out his hand for the first time to I'shan, he offered it to the man with a look of appreciation and respect in his eyes. "You gave me more than you know. I became a true huntsman today. ...Thank you."
After letting that sink in, he made a request. "Would you allow me to eat this outside with Ilveriath, Ronarth and yourself? I haven't seen the sun in a long time. I will not run. You have my solemn promise."
