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 Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:05 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:03 pm
TILLIAN AND HARADRIN
Tillian looked to Haradrin as though he was supremely unconcerned with his image today. He looked like he was set to burst with holding in something that he wanted desperately to say. "What?" asked Haradrin to help along the process.
"I have it!" exclaimed Tillian excitedly. "I have the perfect gift for Fiuurin. She'll love it." He did not wait for Haradrin to ask to see it but pulled out something gleaming with jewels, clinking with chains and shiny with a golden glow.
Haradrin looked at the puddle of gold in Tillian's hand, trying to make out what exactly it was. It had chains, but it was not a necklace. It had bands,but it was too small for a choker. he knew it must be a masterpiece; the pieces Tillian made were always masterpieces and only the most beautiful of them would be offered to Fiuurin. Haradrin was well aware of Tillian's love for her, since they were teenagers. Like many things which had nothing directly to do with him, Haradrin had no opinion on the matter. Tillian didn't mind that his friend did not encourage him; Haradrin was still a good sounding board for his ideas.
Far from becoming self conscious that his fried could made head nor tail of his latest work, Tillian took it up and untangled the chains enough to free three rings, which he slid on to Haradrin's thumb, middle and ring fingers. Then, Tillian snapped the main band around Haradrin's smooth, black wrist.
As his friend lifted his hand to admire the jewellery on it, Tillian watched with pride. "My best yet!" he crowed. "Gold and aquamarines, jade and tiger's eye. Everything looks better against black, so you can wear it when we show Fiuurin, but don't you get attached to it," he warned, only half joking."It's for Fiuurin's dragon horde, not yours."
Haradrin looked away from the bracelet to his friend. "Why do you think all dragons have stashes of treasure hidden around?"
"Because you do," said Tillian. "You have a horde, you just use it to make things. I'm sure the Green Lady has a horde, I'm sure your mother has one. Fiuurin for sure has a horde; I know because I've been supplying it for ages. What other kind of present do you give a dragon?"
"I just gave a dragon a framed family tree," said Haradrin flatly.
"Yes..." said Tillian, stalling for time. "But you make things. That's what you do. Eventually, you have to give them away or you'd run out of room for them."
Haradrin supposed he couldn't argue with that, but he didn't think all dragons had hordes.
"So!" said Tillian, clapping his hands together theatrically. "Where is your hot sister?"
"Probably in her bedroom," said Haradrin.
"All right." Tillian suddenly turned to Haradrin, looking uncomfortable. "But you're not really related to her, Harry? So that wasn't too weird?"
Haradrin blinked. "No, we're not blood related. Or even by marriage. We're just... all really close here. But it's not weird to call her hot. She is."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:22 pm
HARADRIN AND TILLIAN
Haradrin could say things to Tillian that he couldn't say to most other people.
"Good," said Tillian, relief plain in his voice. "Let's get going. I want to give this to her before we get old and die."
They walked in silence for a while. Then, "You can't buy her love with silver and gold," said Haradrin quietly.
Tillian looked at Haradrin with a shocked expression. "I don't want to buy love," he said. "Eventually, I will make my move... when we're older, of course. And by then, I'll have given her lots of gold, to prove my love, not buy hers. There's a difference."
Haradrin nodded his head. "Yeah. Okay."
Satisfied his point had been made, Tillian continued. "I'm glad we live now, not in years past, Harry. Even a few years ago, I'd never have a shot with Fiuurin!" He laughed. "The Green Lady wouldn't have let a kirin into the family!"
"Why not a kirin?" asked Haradrin.
"Something about genetics," replied Tillian. "Apparently if kirin and dragon, or dragon and mer, for that matter, lines mix, they combine and the likelihood of dragon genes being passed on is diminished... or something. I never heard that before."
"Who told you?" asked Haradrin.
"Hasselti did. I visited her when she was making that family tree for you and she talked and talked... she does a lot of genealogy nowadays. She said the Green Lady is less... I don't know."
"I know what you mean," said Haradrin quietly. "It's better now." He jangled the bracelet on his wrist and smiled.
Tillian grinned. "I know! It's so cool! I'm in for sure!"
They continued down the mountain, quietly now. Haradrin lead, but Tillian had spent enough time on the mountain to know its interior and find his own way, though he followed Haradrin for certainty's sake. Tillian would not have liked to have knocked on the wrong door. Not Rahar's door, or Rage's. Tillian wondered briefly if he knew everyone who lived in the mountain. Were there people here he had not met? His thoughts distracted him from being nervous about seeing Fiuurin. He was usually calm until he actually got close to seeing her and he felt so little.
"It's this one,' said Haradrin, pointing to a door.
For a moment, Tillian thought the door was unadorned, but the doorknob was wound around with a string of interesting beads. He knocked on the door before his nerve could fail.
Fiuurin opened her door. For a moment, she thought it was Haradrin who had knocked and smiled at him warmly in greeting. Haradrin still did not speak to her very much, but she enjoyed spending time with him. She found someone who did not speak was more honest. When she pulled the door back further and stepped forward to invite Haradrin inside, she saw Tillian. Tillian and Haradrin were very close friends, and Fiuurin thought she knew why; Tillian was boisterous and vain enough to enjoy having a very quiet, calm and suggestible friend.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 10:57 pm
HARADRIN, FIUURIN, AND TILLIAN
Though, Fiuurin conceded, Haradrin had come out of his shell more with Tillian as a friend and Tillian never used Haradrin as someone else might use a subservient and devoted friend.
"Hello Tillian, hello Haradrin. What brings you both here?" she asked. If Haradrin had been there alone, she would have expected him to have wanted to while away the afternoon. Since Tillian had come also, she was unsure of their purpose.
Tillian bowed to Fiuurin. "I just dropped by to give you a gift. It was so lovely, only you could appreciate it, being the only thing lovelier."
Fiuurin glanced around for this present, but he was holding nothing in his hands.
Tillian grabbed the hand on which Haradrin wore his masterpiece and presented it to Fiuurin. "Haradrin was kind enough to model for you."
Fiuurin took Haradrin's hand in hers with gentle fingers. Her head bent while she admires the bracelet.
Haradrin tried to breathe normally, but it was hard not to enjoy being so close to Fiuurin.
Tillian grew tired of waiting. "What do you think?" he asked Fiuurin. "Do you like it?"
"It is quite wonderful," admitted Fiuurin, releasing Haradrin. "Please come in, both of you."
Haradrin followed Fiuurin inside her room and took his usual place near the curtain. This curtain covered the entire wall on one side. When it was pushed aside, it revealed a large metal sheet. The metal sheet could be collapsed to reveal a panel of glass fitted to the wall. The glass was a window which looked out of the mountain and across both Nightmare Valley and Dream Valley. Haradrin and Fiuurin had spent many afternoons looking out the window together.
Tillian entered the room more slowly. He had not often been allowed in Fiuurin's room and it had changed over time. The curtain was still on the wall, as it always had, but now it was adorned with beads and embroidery in different patters in different sections, almost like a collage, or a scrapbook. There were many more embroidered or beaded things amongst Fiuurin's possessions. He did not see any of the jewellery he had made Fiuurin, and only a few of the smaller pieces he had given her arrayed across her shelves.He noticed a small chest on a desk against a wall. It looked like a miniature of a treasure chest. Tillian wondered what was inside.
He was soon to get his answer. Fiuurin unclipped the bracelet from Haradrin's wrist when she saw he was having trouble undoing it with his left hand and carried it over to the miniature chest. She swung open the lid and revealed its contents to be a small heap of gold and silver and gems. It looked like all the jewellery Tillian had made her was stored safely in the chest.
Fiuurin laid the bracelet gentle in the chest and admired it for a moment. Then she shut the chest over the glitter of her jewellery and turned to her guests. "How have you all been?" she asked.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:49 am
HARADRIN, FIUURIN, AND TILLIAN
Haradrin spread out on the floor, showing off his considerable length and bulk. He laid his chin down on the stone floor and his eyes gently closed. He completely ignored the question and would ignore the entire conversation; Tillian would want Fiuurin all to himself. Haradrin had no intention of stealing even the smallest moment.
Tillian edged around Haradrin, who took up a good portion of the floor space. "I have been wonderful," he replied. "I have many new designs in store for my next projects. You will b the first to see them, I promise." He smirked at her, as though knowing she wanted to see his collection, then he laughed mockingly at himself. "I mean, I'll bring some by to show you."
"That sounds wonderful," said Fiuurin. It was the warmest and most sincere thing she had said so far. "I wish I could make things."
"You get to enjoy what people make," said Tillian uncertainly. "People who make things... don't rest. There's something new to do and sometimes it's not as good as you did before..." he trailed off. "You can look at art it's just art. You look at it as it's supposed to be looked at," he said quietly.
Fiuurin looked around her bedroom. She saw all the things that were made for her. "You're right," she replied. "All of these marvelous things are mine to treasure." She smiled at him. "You can always put things so clearly," she said admiringly.
Tillian smiled smugly. He counted that as a win. "Thank you," he said graciously. He reflected for a few moments, before the quiet could become overlong or awkward and kicked Haradrin's foot gently. "Wake up, Harry, we should leave Fiuurin alone! This isn't your bedroom, you can't sleep here!"
Fiuurin stepped forward jerkily, her face shocked. "Don't hurt him," she said. "He sleeps in here all the time, he's comfortable..."
Haradrin's eyes cracked a slit and then all the way. He climbed laboriously to his feet like an old dog, but he was so large that getting up fast might have injured his surroundings. He acted like he had not heard Fiuurin and turned his serene face to her.
"I wouldn't hurt him," said Tillian, putting his arm around Haradrin's shoulders. "Who else would hang out with a fathead like me? Unless you want to?" He winked.
Fiuurin didn't know what to say. "Just... no violence in my room," she said eventually,
Haradrin touched Fiuurin's hand lightly.
"No problem," said Tillian brightly. "We're going. Have a nice afternoon!" He walked out with Haradrin still under his arm.
"Why did we leave?" asked Haradrin. "I thought you liked Fiuurin."
"Of course!" said Tillian with a laugh. "But you should always leave a girl wanting more of you. Far better to leave early then make them sick of the sight of your face."
"She wouldn't get sick of your face," said Haradrin in the most indignant tone he had, which was not very indignant at all.
"Maybe not," said Tillian wisely as they turned a corner. "But, she might enjoy my gift more when she can look in privacy. She might like to gloat over it... or something."
"She seemed to like it while we were there," said Haradrin in his normal voice.
Tillian's face twisted into a wry expression. He began to say something, and then he stopped. He changed his mind. "You're a pretty great mate, Harry."
Haradrin blinked. A slow smile spread across his face, almost disturbingly wide. He was grateful someone like Tillian was his friend.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:50 am
TILLIAN AND HARADRIN
Tillian picked through the drawers in Haradrin's room, rattling beads, gems, clasps and other things in his search. Haradrin didn't usually have anything better than he, Tillian, had, but it was always a good idea to check. If he asked for something, Haradrin would usually say yes.
Since Haradrin had told him a few weeks before about Pleia and Ramla's predictions, Tillian had greeted his friend with an inquiry on how many fistfights he had been in since he had last seen him, and Tillian always crowed with laughter afterwards. The idea of Haradrin getting into a fight with anyone was ridiculous.
Haradrin was sewing a silk vest for Tillian. It was of a colour between his blue hair and purple scales. He had asked for it the week before and hung around to wait for Haradrin. It was nearly finished; Haradrin was assembling it today. He had spent hours embroidering the panels.
"You're running low on weaving threads," commented Tillian idly. "Been using them much?"
Haradrin looked up with a twinge on guilt. "Yes." He had made Fiuurin a ring with them.
"I'll find you some more," replied Tillian. "You're low on a lot of things... don't you keep up an inventory? Do you just get more when you want to make something and can't?"
Haradrin shook out the vest. "I use you for that," he said. "If you're slack about it, not my fault."
Tillian snorted cheerfully. "Yeah, fine." He looked in the drawer where Haradrin kept his moonstones, wondering if his vest could have moonstone buttons. "Hey, where are all your moonstones? You only use them for special occasions. What did you make them into? Why didn't you show me?"
Haradrin shrugged. "Maybe I lost them. Try this on."
Distracted by the prospect of something for himself, Tillian extracted his hands from Haradrin's drawers and flung his arms out so Haradrin could slip the vest on.
Haradrin smoothed the cloth across his friend's shoulders, his critical eye checking for any snags or issues with the way it draped.
Tilliam admired the vest. "Looks nice. Good job." He sighed and scowled. "I wish you had a mirror in here," he said in annoyance.
Haradrin shook his head. "Not everyone is as vain as you."
Tillian shrugged and spun around. "Not everyone is as handsome as I am," he said simply. "Lets go show everyone how good I look."
Haradrin put away his craft things and followed Tillian out. He did look smart in his blue vest. He was proud of how it looked on Tillian. Haradrin had put off other projects to make Tillian's vest. He did it out of guilt. Tillian had continued to tell Haradrin about his big plans for his romance for Fiuurin. Haradrin wasn't sure if it was because he knew Fiuurin was in love with him, but he had started feeling that Tillian's plans were rambling and delusional.
"Fiuurin will love this on me," bragged Tillian.
Haradrin doubted it. Fiuurin would admire it, of course; Fiuurin was kindly that way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:51 am
HARADRIN AND TILLIAN
Tillian picked through the drawers in Haradrin's room, rattling beads, gems, clasps and other things in his search. Haradrin didn't usually have anything better than he, Tillian, had, but it was always a good idea to check. If he asked for something, Haradrin would usually say yes.
Since Haradrin had told him a few weeks before about Pleia and Ramla's predictions, Tillian had greeted his friend with an inquiry on how many fistfights he had been in since he had last seen him, and Tillian always crowed with laughter afterwards. The idea of Haradrin getting into a fight with anyone was ridiculous.
Haradrin was sewing a silk vest for Tillian. It was of a colour between his blue hair and purple scales. He had asked for it the week before and hung around to wait for Haradrin. It was nearly finished; Haradrin was assembling it today. He had spent hours embroidering the panels.
"You're running low on weaving threads," commented Tillian idly. "Been using them much?"
Haradrin looked up with a twinge on guilt. "Yes." He had made Fiuurin a ring with them.
"I'll find you some more," replied Tillian. "You're low on a lot of things... don't you keep up an inventory? Do you just get more when you want to make something and can't?"
Haradrin shook out the vest. "I use you for that," he said. "If you're slack about it, not my fault."
Tillian snorted cheerfully. "Yeah, fine." He looked in the drawer where Haradrin kept his moonstones, wondering if his vest could have moonstone buttons. "Hey, where are all your moonstones? You only use them for special occasions. What did you make them into? Why didn't you show me?"
Haradrin shrugged. "Maybe I lost them. Try this on."
Distracted by the prospect of something for himself, Tillian extracted his hands from Haradrin's drawers and flung his arms out so Haradrin could slip the vest on.
Haradrin smoothed the cloth across his friend's shoulders, his critical eye checking for any snags or issues with the way it draped.
Tilliam admired the vest. "Looks nice. Good job." He sighed and scowled. "I wish you had a mirror in here," he said in annoyance.
Haradrin shook his head. "Not everyone is as vain as you."
Tillian shrugged and spun around. "Not everyone is as handsome as I am," he said simply. "Lets go show everyone how good I look."
Haradrin put away his craft things and followed Tillian out. He did look smart in his blue vest. He was proud of how it looked on Tillian. Haradrin had put off other projects to make Tillian's vest. He did it out of guilt. Tillian had continued to tell Haradrin about his big plans for his romance for Fiuurin. Haradrin wasn't sure if it was because he knew Fiuurin was in love with him, but he had started feeling that Tillian's plans were rambling and delusional.
"Fiuurin will love this on me," bragged Tillian.
Haradrin doubted it. Fiuurin would admire it, of course; Fiuurin was kindly that way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:52 am
HARADRIN, FIUURIN, AND TILLIAN
But she was not into the sort of self promotion Tillian fancied. Haradrin had made her more things, using up almost his entire store of moonstones, but not for self decoration. He had made a wide belt for her and was halfway through making some attachable bags for it. She had appreciated a practical and also beautiful adornment.
She had kissed him when he gave it to her, but it had not been their first kiss. They had spent much more time together lately. They had even stayed up all night, watching the stars, and slept late in the morning in front of Fiuurin's window. The burden of not telling Tillian about how he felt towards her was the only dark spot on his comfortable horizon.
"So where is your hot sister?" asked Tillian mildly, his pace quickening.
Haradrin kept up easily. His legs were much longer than Tillian's. "Kitchen?" he offered, but he din't know.
Tillian glanced at Haradrin. He had seemed off lately. Secretive, but content. It was strange because Haradrin usually had no secrets. Tillian wondered if he had upset Haradrin with his constant appraisal of Fiuurin. He would try and stop. Haradrin didn't hold grudges, which was a reason why they got along so well; Tillian was not the perfect friend. "We don't have to find her, we could show your mum. Or Ramla. Oh, I get it," Tillian winked, "You don't want anyone to see how good you are at making clothes, because then they'll all want you to make them outfits!"
Haradrin forced a smile and his head jerked up and down. He wasn't sure what he was agreeing to, but he sensed an olive branch.
Fiuurin entered the corridor in front of them and, seeing them, picked up her pace to meet them. She had been coming to meet Haradrin.
Tillian grinned and bowed to her, tugging out his vest. "Afternoon, Fiuurin!"
"Afternoon," returned Fiuurin. "I was coming to get Haradrin and go to lunch, most of the family is here and we thought it would be nice to sit down together. You're welcome to come, Tillian."
"Sounds like a great time," Tillian replied. "Come on, Harry, let's go." Fiuurin lead the way, but Tillian walked beside her, chattering to her about anything he could think of, but mostly himself. They arrived in the kitchen to find the rest of the family in the hall already. Tillian had never expected to find himself anywhere where it was reasonable for a home to have a hall, feasting or otherwise, but the dragon clan was sprawling and few other rooms in the mountain could contain their sheer numbers.
"We should go on," Fiuurin said. She opened the door.
Tillian noticed the ring on Fiuurin's finger on the hand holding the doorknob. It was the first time he had seen her wear jewellery. "That's interesting," he commented. "Moonstones..." His eyes flicked toward Haradrin.
"Thanks," said Fiuurin proudly. "Haradrin made it for me."
"That's nice of him... Well I guess you'll have to start a roster of all the jewellery you have and rotate it every day, to wear out all the things I made you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:53 am
HARADRIN, FIUURIN, AND TILLIAN
Fiuurin's face went blank. "Ah. I would be worried about losing your very nice jewels," she said quietly.
Haradrin looked on with growing fear. He did not want Tillian to be hurt.
"But you'll wear Haradrin's ring," said Tillian very quietly. "You don't care if you lose it, then?"
"I would make another," said Haradrin.
"Yes," said Tillian, his voice growing louder, angrier. "And I daresay that would be worn more than my jewels!" He looked between Fiuurin and Haradrin. "What is going on?" he growled.
"What do you mean?" asked Fiuurin. She could hear footsteps up the passage and realised her family had heard Tillian, or they had become worried about their continued absence.
"I have given you so many things I made from my heart!" exclaimed Tillian. "I did it because I love you and I want to show you how much, but you don't care about that! You'll wear some trash Haradrin makes, but not the jewels I make!"
Fiuurin stepped back from Tillian's angry words as though each one was a flame and they burned her. What was this? How could he be so angry; she had not meant to snub him by not wearing his gifts. he had never told her the significance of the gifts he gave her.
Haradrin would not stand for anyone to be threatened in front of him, least of all Fiuurin, he stepped between her and Tillian. He saw his father coming down from an upstairs passage and he pushed Fiuurin back further so they were not blocking the doorway. Unnoticed by Haradrin, however, the three other doors to the kitchen were filling up with members of his family who had gone around and come via other routes when they had heard the commotion.
Tillian was too angry to notice the new arrivals. He glared at Fiuurin, his anger building, not declining.
"It's not trash," said Haradrin finally.
"This is not time to talk about value!" snapped Tillian. "I make things of gold, you make, you make clothes."
"It's not trash," repeated Haradrin. "It's love." His face was calm, his breathing was even, but he was tense, alert.
Tillian began to scoff, thinking Haradrin meant family love, but he saw Fiuurin touch Haradrin's shoulder and the concern in her eyes and he suddenly realised what he should have noticed long ago; Haradrin was in love with Fiuurin. "You? You... how could you do this? You knew how I felt! You traitorous b*****d!" He slammed his fist into the side of Haradrin's face.
Haradrin weathered the blow. His head barely moved and his expression had not wavered. The blow had had different effects on those watching. Fiuurin gasped and prepared to throw herself around Haradrin at Tillian, but she respected that Haradrin wished not to retaliate. Jin Kyoshi growled softly, deep in his throat, his massive shoulders bulging. Brand leapt down the stairs to stand closer to his son. Pleia, standing with Stayne, began to cry, her hands lifted to her mouth in horror and fear.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:54 am
TILLIAN
Stayne wrapped his arms around Pleia, his eyes blazing at Tillian. Brittania held herself very still, her claws gripping the walls in an effort to stop herself knocking Brand down and throwing herself on Tillian to tear him apart. The strength of her grip carved notches into the stone walls.
Tillian's reaction was barely less shocked than those of everyone else. He was shocked, betrayed, furious and heartbroken, but his fury welled up over his pain and shock until it was all he could feel and he wanted Haradrin to feel how much it hurt to be Tillian. He wanted to see the hurt on Haradrin's face. But he wasn't showing any pain. This was what made Tillian hit him again, his clenched fist punching into Haradrin's nose.
Haradrin's head reeled back and he saw points of light, but he did not move, or retaliate. The only really clear thing to him now was that to move, even to defend himself, would open Fiuurin up to danger. He did not think Tillian would hurt Fiuurin. Then again, part of Haradrin's mind still thought Tillian would not hurt him either, despite the fact he had already struck him twice. He considered himself an immovable bulwark. If Fiuurin's brother Rahar was a warrior to protect the family, Haradrin was an iron defense.
Tillian was beginning to doubt if this was what he wanted to be doing. It was one thing to have a fistfight over the affections of a girl, quite another to punch a friend who wouldn't put up their arms. "Too stupid to fight back? Too cowardly?" Tillian spat. "Well, it looks like your prophesy has come true, hasn't it? I wonder how many times they say you being hit?" Tillian heard Pleia whimper from behind him. "Ohhh? I bet they have, and it wasn't two."
Fiuurin leaned around Haradrin, still partly stunned. "Tillian, stop this!" she excalimed, but he had already pulled back his arm and shot it a third time at Haradrin.
This latest blow overcame Haradrin's tense calm; his shoulders slumped and his head hung down. Fiuurin tried to turn his head to see his eyes but he flinched as she touched his face.
Tillian finally turned around and fully noticed the spectators. Most of the family were glaring at him with hatred, others bloodlust. Some, like Pleia, were crying. He felt ashamed, but this shame was overcome by fear and then anger. "What now?" he taunted them more bravely than he felt. "Will you all kill me in your kitchen?"
"No," said Jin quietly. His voice was measure, controlled, and it seemed like it was emotionless, but in fact his neck was stiff with the effort of remaining passive. "You are no longer welcome in this home. Who will show Tillian out?"
"I know the way out-" protested Tillian, but they were ignoring him
"Dad, I will," said Stayne, motioning with his eyes to the still sobbing Pleia in his embrace. Jin moved over to them and his arms took the place of his son's. Pleia turned her face into Jin's chest.
Stayne stepped out of the crowd as they cleared away from the door with the most direct route out of the mountain. "Rage?" he asked. "Are you coming?"
Rage, suddenly distracted from her simmering fury, jerked forward. She hadn't expected Stayne to ask her, but of course she was the logical choice. Rahar was too close to his sister and might harm Tillian, so despite him being slightly stronger than Rage, he would be a poor choice. It would not do, she knew, for a dragon to injure, or kill, a member of a weaker species. Like if a Seryph killed an earth pony with magic. "Yes, I'll come," she said sternly. She stalked behind Tillian to drive him towards the door. Stayne moved to block Fiuurin from Tillian as he left.
"After you," snarled Stayne. He could feel the anger of his family directed at Tillian and their support for him.
Tillian looked around him. He was frightened, now. If any one of these people decided to attack... He noticed his vest again for the first time in minutes. He tore it off and threw it on the ground. "Trash," he snarled at Haradrin. Then he strode out the door, with the members of the dragon clan like an honour guard on either side. Stayne walked beside him and Rage brought up the rear. Tillian could feel her eyes on the back of his head, like she was itching to shoot a blast of lightning at his unprotected back.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:55 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:57 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:58 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 2:59 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 3:00 am
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