14.Oct.12, 06:58 AM
Unfortunately, Ilveriath was too concerned with his own rider's distress to listen in on Sanderon. The dragon rumbled softly and lifted his neck to the young man's touch, but his yellow eyes remained fixed on I'shan. The dragon slowly backed up, removing himself from between the two humans, though his nose lingered close to give his rider some continuing comfort. I'shan frowned and threw his arms greedily around the dragon's nose.
"It was A'liran," I'shan said, eyes widening and becoming somewhat glassy as he spoke. It may appear that he was on the verge of tears after mentioning the name of his attacker, but a single word from Sanderon contributed just as much. Did he say 'friend'? I'shan asked his dragon, slack-jawed and trembling thanks to both situations. He was Sanderon's friend? After everything that had happened?
And did A'liran seriously get off on beating people up?!
Both streams of thought twined uncomfortably in the bluerider's mind, causing him to frown dramatically. "...A'liran of Astoreth," he clarified swiftly. Shards, he could hear it now...everyone was going to whisper that N'gelt was responsible, but shards! N'gelt would never, ever hurt I'shan! It seemed that only I'shan knew that, though. That wasn't a rumor he was looking forward to dealing with.
Ilveriath's forked tongue slipped out and lapped soothingly at I'shan's face. He appreciates your sentiment, though he is poor at showing it Ilveriath explained to Sanderon. And he speaks truthfully; Astoreth's is responsible, but he was lost to her mind when it occurred. Neither human is at fault for what was done. He didn't want to see Sanderon get in trouble for trying to attack A'liran!
I'shan laughed weakly and pushed Ilveriath's nose away, face moist and hair even more ruffled. 'It's okay," he said, holding up one hand in a gesture of peace. "It's not the worst flight ever...I'm gonna be fine." Sniffle sniffle. "Thanks for worrying, though. I'm sorry I was late..."
"It was A'liran," I'shan said, eyes widening and becoming somewhat glassy as he spoke. It may appear that he was on the verge of tears after mentioning the name of his attacker, but a single word from Sanderon contributed just as much. Did he say 'friend'? I'shan asked his dragon, slack-jawed and trembling thanks to both situations. He was Sanderon's friend? After everything that had happened?
And did A'liran seriously get off on beating people up?!
Both streams of thought twined uncomfortably in the bluerider's mind, causing him to frown dramatically. "...A'liran of Astoreth," he clarified swiftly. Shards, he could hear it now...everyone was going to whisper that N'gelt was responsible, but shards! N'gelt would never, ever hurt I'shan! It seemed that only I'shan knew that, though. That wasn't a rumor he was looking forward to dealing with.
Ilveriath's forked tongue slipped out and lapped soothingly at I'shan's face. He appreciates your sentiment, though he is poor at showing it Ilveriath explained to Sanderon. And he speaks truthfully; Astoreth's is responsible, but he was lost to her mind when it occurred. Neither human is at fault for what was done. He didn't want to see Sanderon get in trouble for trying to attack A'liran!
I'shan laughed weakly and pushed Ilveriath's nose away, face moist and hair even more ruffled. 'It's okay," he said, holding up one hand in a gesture of peace. "It's not the worst flight ever...I'm gonna be fine." Sniffle sniffle. "Thanks for worrying, though. I'm sorry I was late..."