Post by anhydrous on Aug 8, 2008 21:05:05 GMT -8
I’dalyn stood with his arms folded across his chest, the scowl that he had adopted that morning still etched into his brows and perched heavily overtop his narrowed eyes. From his irritated stance out on his ledge, the weyrlingmaster was watching his group of tired young riders trudge across the bowl, the growing darkness swathing their paths. Little dragons sauntered out to meet their exhausted lifemates as they approached the barracks, the happy whirl of their eyes visible even from I’dalyn’s high perch. He snorted and shot a glare towards his own dragon.
Daisulyth had endured a day of awful silence, his rider’s angry brooding extending well past the weyrlings that he had punished. It was the kind of quiet that asserted itself, not just a lull between words but an awkward conversation all its own. The brown was curled uncomfortably on one side of his ledge, anxious eyes trained on the sulking form of his rider on the other end of the outcropping. He physically recoiled at the heated stare, a low unhappy sound slipping past his teeth.
“What?” I’dalyn growled, cold and irrational. Daisulyth would have whimpered if he had the ability, the awkward rustling of his wings serving as his response. The rider exhaled out of his nose and resumed ignoring his dragon.
After a few more silent moments, the brown reached out with his mind cautiously. I’dalyn broke his staring match with the gathering darkness to consider Daisulyth’s plea of a resolve, his entire body tense. With reluctance he slowly shifted his gaze back over to his mount, scowl fading as he really saw the helpless gleam in his dragon’s eyes. He sighed, taking a few tentative steps towards Daisulyth and dropping his arms to his sides.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, dropping into a crouch beside his dragon’s large head. He offered a hand as he shifted his weight so that he sat cross-legged, adopting a much more friendly posture. Daisulyth took that as a good sign. He nosed under his rider’s touch, letting his hand settle across his muzzle as he laid his head in I’dalyn’s lap. It was a familiar position, one that they had taken up many times in their youth. It certainly looked ridiculous now that he was full grown, his skull much too large to be perched in I’dalyn’s arms comfortably, but honestly neither member of the pair gave a damn.
The brownrider felt his scorn ebbing away as Daisulyth’s breath warmed his arm, a few deep breaths of his own releasing the rest of his frustration. Now the silence between them was soft, and it took a moment before the dragon reluctantly broke it. I do not want you to be angry anymore,[/color] he said gently. His next words were even more hesitant, sad even. You are letting the darkness into my head. [/color] The brown closed the many lids of his eyes, nuzzling into his rider’s chest in a desperate search for comfort.
I’dalyn was overcome with crushing disappointment, his eyelids rimmed with tears. I’m so sorry, he replied honestly, words cheapening the devotion that flowed so freely from his mind into Daisulyth’s. Stress is no excuse, he admitted at length, his hand stroking the brown’s muzzle tenderly. I will not act like this anymore. Daisulyth nodded, his head shifting in his rider’s grasp. No doubt passed between the two, I’dalyn strictly enforcing his own will. It was more than just a promise.
Daisulyth had endured a day of awful silence, his rider’s angry brooding extending well past the weyrlings that he had punished. It was the kind of quiet that asserted itself, not just a lull between words but an awkward conversation all its own. The brown was curled uncomfortably on one side of his ledge, anxious eyes trained on the sulking form of his rider on the other end of the outcropping. He physically recoiled at the heated stare, a low unhappy sound slipping past his teeth.
“What?” I’dalyn growled, cold and irrational. Daisulyth would have whimpered if he had the ability, the awkward rustling of his wings serving as his response. The rider exhaled out of his nose and resumed ignoring his dragon.
After a few more silent moments, the brown reached out with his mind cautiously. I’dalyn broke his staring match with the gathering darkness to consider Daisulyth’s plea of a resolve, his entire body tense. With reluctance he slowly shifted his gaze back over to his mount, scowl fading as he really saw the helpless gleam in his dragon’s eyes. He sighed, taking a few tentative steps towards Daisulyth and dropping his arms to his sides.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, dropping into a crouch beside his dragon’s large head. He offered a hand as he shifted his weight so that he sat cross-legged, adopting a much more friendly posture. Daisulyth took that as a good sign. He nosed under his rider’s touch, letting his hand settle across his muzzle as he laid his head in I’dalyn’s lap. It was a familiar position, one that they had taken up many times in their youth. It certainly looked ridiculous now that he was full grown, his skull much too large to be perched in I’dalyn’s arms comfortably, but honestly neither member of the pair gave a damn.
The brownrider felt his scorn ebbing away as Daisulyth’s breath warmed his arm, a few deep breaths of his own releasing the rest of his frustration. Now the silence between them was soft, and it took a moment before the dragon reluctantly broke it. I do not want you to be angry anymore,[/color] he said gently. His next words were even more hesitant, sad even. You are letting the darkness into my head. [/color] The brown closed the many lids of his eyes, nuzzling into his rider’s chest in a desperate search for comfort.
I’dalyn was overcome with crushing disappointment, his eyelids rimmed with tears. I’m so sorry, he replied honestly, words cheapening the devotion that flowed so freely from his mind into Daisulyth’s. Stress is no excuse, he admitted at length, his hand stroking the brown’s muzzle tenderly. I will not act like this anymore. Daisulyth nodded, his head shifting in his rider’s grasp. No doubt passed between the two, I’dalyn strictly enforcing his own will. It was more than just a promise.