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11.Sep.12, 03:43 AM
Ronarth did not hear. He was too busy chewing on his piece of meat, rolling in the grass, sniffing things, and generally being distracted. Ilveriath, however, was both sensitive and alert. The search dragon was constantly locked on Sanderon, watching his mind for signs of disturbance, though his task was less one of scrutiny and more one of curiosity at this point. He saw no reason to dislike the boy, in spite of having been shot. He no longer felt or remembered the pain, and like I'shan, he was happy to be forgiven.
The question was troubling, though. The dragon exhaled, his eyes flushing yellow, but he did not reply. He knew the answer, but what could he say? He decided to wait and see what else the humans might say before chiming in. He didn't want to betray his rider, but he also wanted very badly to help.
I'shan was happily working away at his portion of the meal when the next question came. It froze him in his tracks. He'd been asked about his relationship with N'gelt before. Most people seemed to think the gruff brownrider was abusive! The fact that the rumor had gotten around to Sanderon of all people, who surely didn't know about their weyrmated status, alarmed and troubled him. How could he answer that?!
"No," he lied, almost panicked. "I mean, well...No. People misunderstand," he said. He was defensive, but not snappish. In fact, he seemed terribly cowed by the question, which wasn't helping his answer look any more legitimate.
Memories flooded him. He remembered the first time he met N'gelt, and how dangerous and wild it had all felt. It had been a horrible, beautiful thing. N'gelt was rough sometimes, yes. He was demanding and callous and gruff and rude and sometimes gross. He wasn't so bad though. I'shan knew it to be true. N'gelt wasn't the monster everyone portrayed him as, but trying to argue in his mate's defense was useless; people always just said he'd been tamed and trained to respond in such ways. They said 'of course you'd defend him, you're blind to the truth!'. But he didn't think he was.
How could he ever, ever make Sanderon understand, though? I'shan looked away, ashamed, as he tried to ponder a proper response.
Ilveriath latched on to the memories and saved him. It is N'gelt he said privately to Sanderon. Ilveriath could remember all the details now. N'gelt and I'shan were engaged in a flight together, as opponents. Saquith and I both lost, and N'gelt took I'shan instead. It was an uncomfortable situation, but they have grown fond of one another He made sure to include the last part, which was undeniably true. For some reason, those two cared deeply for one another...even if their habits were mutually destructive to one another.
Ilveriath was uncomfortable, but he felt the need to continue,if only to avoid drama. N'gelt would not harm him physically
The question was troubling, though. The dragon exhaled, his eyes flushing yellow, but he did not reply. He knew the answer, but what could he say? He decided to wait and see what else the humans might say before chiming in. He didn't want to betray his rider, but he also wanted very badly to help.
I'shan was happily working away at his portion of the meal when the next question came. It froze him in his tracks. He'd been asked about his relationship with N'gelt before. Most people seemed to think the gruff brownrider was abusive! The fact that the rumor had gotten around to Sanderon of all people, who surely didn't know about their weyrmated status, alarmed and troubled him. How could he answer that?!
"No," he lied, almost panicked. "I mean, well...No. People misunderstand," he said. He was defensive, but not snappish. In fact, he seemed terribly cowed by the question, which wasn't helping his answer look any more legitimate.
Memories flooded him. He remembered the first time he met N'gelt, and how dangerous and wild it had all felt. It had been a horrible, beautiful thing. N'gelt was rough sometimes, yes. He was demanding and callous and gruff and rude and sometimes gross. He wasn't so bad though. I'shan knew it to be true. N'gelt wasn't the monster everyone portrayed him as, but trying to argue in his mate's defense was useless; people always just said he'd been tamed and trained to respond in such ways. They said 'of course you'd defend him, you're blind to the truth!'. But he didn't think he was.
How could he ever, ever make Sanderon understand, though? I'shan looked away, ashamed, as he tried to ponder a proper response.
Ilveriath latched on to the memories and saved him. It is N'gelt he said privately to Sanderon. Ilveriath could remember all the details now. N'gelt and I'shan were engaged in a flight together, as opponents. Saquith and I both lost, and N'gelt took I'shan instead. It was an uncomfortable situation, but they have grown fond of one another He made sure to include the last part, which was undeniably true. For some reason, those two cared deeply for one another...even if their habits were mutually destructive to one another.
Ilveriath was uncomfortable, but he felt the need to continue,if only to avoid drama. N'gelt would not harm him physically
