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19.Sep.12, 03:50 AM
Hearing a good report about the weyr pleased Sanderon, surprisingly. Though he did not outwardly show it. The only change in expression came when D'ren said that Lymsleia was unusually quiet. A quick smirk came and he spoke impulsively, "Quiet? Finally something good has happened."
Sobering quickly when he realized just how un-funny the whole thing was, his smile disappeared and he spoke again. "Sorry. That wasn't funny."
Hearing the questions about how he was and I'shan's care, he looked towards the closed door and thought deeply before speaking. He was still somewhat conflicted about how he truly felt about the man. He did know about the quality of care he had received though and he spoke truthfully when he finally spoke.
"I don't get furious anymore and I sleep a little better now. Maybe it is because I am not being tormented on a daily basis. Will I snap again? I hope not." He added. He did not give D'ren a long answer for how he was doing for he did not know how much the man really wanted to know. But he was trying to be as honest as he could. But yet again, he did not know why. D'ren was the man behind the order that ripped him from his family in the first place. Why he was cooperating now and having fellow feeling for the man, he had no clue. But he trusted in his gut so he went with it, hoping it would turn out okay.
After a brief pause he turned his words towards answering D'ren's second question.
"I'shan confuses me." He said honestly. "But his care has been...good. I have not wanted for anything."
Except sunshine, he thought but he did not say it aloud. There were a few occasions, after the meal that I'shan had prepared special for him, that the rider had let him outside again. Each time was wonderful. Just feeling the sun and breeze upon his face brightened his whole day. But having learned from Ilveriath that it was against the rules for I'shan to let him out of his room even once, he kept that to himself.
With a frown beginning to crease his young brow, he looked D'ren in they eyes and spoke from the heart. "I hate the fact that I was stolen from my family. I still hate it. But I'm tired of being hateful all the time. It sent me somewhere I never want to go again."
Sanderon's eyes hinted at his inner regret. His words were low and clear. He was still a strong individual. His spirit had not been broken. But he had done a lot of growing up.
Sobering quickly when he realized just how un-funny the whole thing was, his smile disappeared and he spoke again. "Sorry. That wasn't funny."
Hearing the questions about how he was and I'shan's care, he looked towards the closed door and thought deeply before speaking. He was still somewhat conflicted about how he truly felt about the man. He did know about the quality of care he had received though and he spoke truthfully when he finally spoke.
"I don't get furious anymore and I sleep a little better now. Maybe it is because I am not being tormented on a daily basis. Will I snap again? I hope not." He added. He did not give D'ren a long answer for how he was doing for he did not know how much the man really wanted to know. But he was trying to be as honest as he could. But yet again, he did not know why. D'ren was the man behind the order that ripped him from his family in the first place. Why he was cooperating now and having fellow feeling for the man, he had no clue. But he trusted in his gut so he went with it, hoping it would turn out okay.
After a brief pause he turned his words towards answering D'ren's second question.
"I'shan confuses me." He said honestly. "But his care has been...good. I have not wanted for anything."
Except sunshine, he thought but he did not say it aloud. There were a few occasions, after the meal that I'shan had prepared special for him, that the rider had let him outside again. Each time was wonderful. Just feeling the sun and breeze upon his face brightened his whole day. But having learned from Ilveriath that it was against the rules for I'shan to let him out of his room even once, he kept that to himself.
With a frown beginning to crease his young brow, he looked D'ren in they eyes and spoke from the heart. "I hate the fact that I was stolen from my family. I still hate it. But I'm tired of being hateful all the time. It sent me somewhere I never want to go again."
Sanderon's eyes hinted at his inner regret. His words were low and clear. He was still a strong individual. His spirit had not been broken. But he had done a lot of growing up.
