11-08-2018, 05:14 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
There’s too much left unsaid, and undone.
He hadn’t quite seen it soon enough, but Castile had been eating himself away. Sabra’s loss was hard, sure, and the retreat was logical. But since the dragon man had retreated, there had been no chance to talk it out. Now he had gone to invest the new isle, and found only Heartfire there - but his assumption that Breckin hadn’t seem fit to claim it quickly enough had Leilan snap at him; then received some snapping in return.
So what’s left of their budding friendship now?
He’d done very much the same thing had it been the other way around, like the winged man had told him so neatly. But that hadn’t been the point of his words. It wasn’t the retreat per say. It was the assumption to know everything and then immediately putting distrust in their queen that had put him on edge. Leilan would likely not have gone to the island and tell everyone that Sabra had failed them, had she been queen of Nerine instead.
The man’s behaviour bothered him. A dragon is highly flammable, of course - Leilan knows this as no other. But if he needs some peace of mind, he should know that he could talk to anyone. That there were friends who’d listen. Families to look after.
Life isn’t as simple as ridding the world of one problem with violence like they had. If it was, he could have just frozen the mare’s wings over. Ask Castile if he saw fit to burn them all alive - but there had been others around them whi could have been hurt (like Heartfire had demonstrated), and violence was always the last option.
Shying away from it however, was a whole different thing than preferring another solution.
But he can’t shy away from Castile either. The man is in pain and covers it with brusk mannerism. He needs to talk it out or, if all else fails, take it out, on someone.
Now it’s just a matter of finding him, of course. As he wanders the icy plains between the greener area and the closest link to Nerine, he wonders how one catches a dragon.
Perhaps with an offering, or a piece of gold?
He hadn’t quite seen it soon enough, but Castile had been eating himself away. Sabra’s loss was hard, sure, and the retreat was logical. But since the dragon man had retreated, there had been no chance to talk it out. Now he had gone to invest the new isle, and found only Heartfire there - but his assumption that Breckin hadn’t seem fit to claim it quickly enough had Leilan snap at him; then received some snapping in return.
So what’s left of their budding friendship now?
He’d done very much the same thing had it been the other way around, like the winged man had told him so neatly. But that hadn’t been the point of his words. It wasn’t the retreat per say. It was the assumption to know everything and then immediately putting distrust in their queen that had put him on edge. Leilan would likely not have gone to the island and tell everyone that Sabra had failed them, had she been queen of Nerine instead.
The man’s behaviour bothered him. A dragon is highly flammable, of course - Leilan knows this as no other. But if he needs some peace of mind, he should know that he could talk to anyone. That there were friends who’d listen. Families to look after.
Life isn’t as simple as ridding the world of one problem with violence like they had. If it was, he could have just frozen the mare’s wings over. Ask Castile if he saw fit to burn them all alive - but there had been others around them whi could have been hurt (like Heartfire had demonstrated), and violence was always the last option.
Shying away from it however, was a whole different thing than preferring another solution.
But he can’t shy away from Castile either. The man is in pain and covers it with brusk mannerism. He needs to talk it out or, if all else fails, take it out, on someone.
Now it’s just a matter of finding him, of course. As he wanders the icy plains between the greener area and the closest link to Nerine, he wonders how one catches a dragon.
Perhaps with an offering, or a piece of gold?
you set my soul alight
@[Castile] talk to meeee :[ (instead if the old one in Nerine?)
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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