Post by Zane on Nov 14, 2013 15:04:37 GMT -5
Before he could have much of a proper conversation with the nice man he'd accidentally run into, there was something coming towards him. Something that was larger than he, and, frankly, terrifying. Distracted from his polite bout of conversation, Zahir, turned to look to the creature too late. It had already seized him by the arm with it's powerful jaws, eyes ablaze.
He couldn't quite understand what message it was trying to send, or why the gold was so angry with him specifically. He'd done nothing wrong! And yet, here he was, being... attacked? No, led.
Mouth ajar, Zahir became as white as a sheet, doing his darndest not to empty his bowels. Fear was incomprehensible to him at this moment, no, he was petrified beyond all belief. "I have rights, your dragonly-ship! Has anyone ever told you that you're stunning? Beautiful, really. Huge, but in a way that works. You make it work," he squeaked. All he could do was stare unblinkingly, his whole body numb. He could barely feel one foot blindly following after the other until they'd reached the steps of the Stands.
It appeared as if someone were approaching, someone he was awful glad to see, especially because he was pretty sure that he might cry. As the boy spoke, he waited for his arm to be released, unless, of course, the gold wher was planning on taking it with her. The thought made him have to cross his legs a bit, and so he began to dance from one foot to the other, begging for a way out. By the time Re'on finished, a sense of temporary relief washed over the dragon candidate. Was the charming boy enough to calm the wher?
Wait... had he said killed? Why would someone want to kill him? What in Faranth's name was going on? Zahir was dumbfounded as to the point where all of this had escalated into something... something he knew not. Nodding to Re'on's words, he then turned to nod to the wher. Taking his arm back of his own volition, assuming that the gold's grip was no longer as firm, Zahir wasn't sure how to feel. His expression was a tad sour, though mostly melancholy. "Shouldn't I be okay?" he managed to utter, though his response came late. He considered the question more carefully, without much luck as to an appropriate answer to give. The boy was understandably dazed as he followed his friend back up into the Stands. "I thought I was supposed to be down there, you know. I really did." The young man was just starting to clue in to the fact that he'd gone somewhere he shouldn't have.
Pausing, one foot on a lower step, and one on a higher, he regarded Re'on with a small smile. It soon grew, as if nothing had been wrong at all. "Came looking for me, did you?" His tone was accusatory, not that he cared.
He couldn't quite understand what message it was trying to send, or why the gold was so angry with him specifically. He'd done nothing wrong! And yet, here he was, being... attacked? No, led.
Mouth ajar, Zahir became as white as a sheet, doing his darndest not to empty his bowels. Fear was incomprehensible to him at this moment, no, he was petrified beyond all belief. "I have rights, your dragonly-ship! Has anyone ever told you that you're stunning? Beautiful, really. Huge, but in a way that works. You make it work," he squeaked. All he could do was stare unblinkingly, his whole body numb. He could barely feel one foot blindly following after the other until they'd reached the steps of the Stands.
It appeared as if someone were approaching, someone he was awful glad to see, especially because he was pretty sure that he might cry. As the boy spoke, he waited for his arm to be released, unless, of course, the gold wher was planning on taking it with her. The thought made him have to cross his legs a bit, and so he began to dance from one foot to the other, begging for a way out. By the time Re'on finished, a sense of temporary relief washed over the dragon candidate. Was the charming boy enough to calm the wher?
Wait... had he said killed? Why would someone want to kill him? What in Faranth's name was going on? Zahir was dumbfounded as to the point where all of this had escalated into something... something he knew not. Nodding to Re'on's words, he then turned to nod to the wher. Taking his arm back of his own volition, assuming that the gold's grip was no longer as firm, Zahir wasn't sure how to feel. His expression was a tad sour, though mostly melancholy. "Shouldn't I be okay?" he managed to utter, though his response came late. He considered the question more carefully, without much luck as to an appropriate answer to give. The boy was understandably dazed as he followed his friend back up into the Stands. "I thought I was supposed to be down there, you know. I really did." The young man was just starting to clue in to the fact that he'd gone somewhere he shouldn't have.
Pausing, one foot on a lower step, and one on a higher, he regarded Re'on with a small smile. It soon grew, as if nothing had been wrong at all. "Came looking for me, did you?" His tone was accusatory, not that he cared.