Post by Lotty on Aug 5, 2009 23:02:00 GMT -5
For a moment, both K'sel and Pettahth felt a sting of regret for their respective outlashes, but let's start with the surly human's first.
When he wasn't sniffling and putting a hand up to his nose, he was staring her down and feeling guilty, yes, guilty for scaring her, even if he thought that punching him in the face was an unfair mode of retaliation (he didn't stop to think of another, much more sensitive area she thankfully decided not to lash out at). He could have apologized, he was seriously thinking of it for a moment, but that inexcusably male part of him kicked into overdrive and denied him such compassionate notions. You should feel bad for nothing, you can never have known... And instead of sympathy washing over him, he remained his ever grouchy self...and continued to stand there, a rather questionable act for a guy who supposedly harbored so much hate for this girl.
She shouldn't be afraid anymore Nuoth, he instantly replied to the green. It was very obvious logic to him, if she has you there shouldn't be any worries. You just bite or stomp or eat whoever tries to hurt your peoples. Of course following Pettahth's advice probably wasn't the best route. Nonetheless he meant well, giving her a good nudge on her dragon cheek before rising up to his feet. He had a feeling that His was going to need a trip to the infirmary, or at least back to the barracks to grab a handkerchief for that red stuff dripping out his nose.
"Let's make a deal..." he offered after a brief moment, "how about we both walk away from this before something even more stupid happens?" Maybe Nephele wouldn't have to walk away in complete defeat after all. K'sel was declaring a cease-fire, and if he had thought of it at the moment he probably would have suggested setting up some kind of schedule of who was allowed in certain parts of the weyr at what times. Childish? Maybe. But keep in mind they had already resorted to licking and name calling.
When he wasn't sniffling and putting a hand up to his nose, he was staring her down and feeling guilty, yes, guilty for scaring her, even if he thought that punching him in the face was an unfair mode of retaliation (he didn't stop to think of another, much more sensitive area she thankfully decided not to lash out at). He could have apologized, he was seriously thinking of it for a moment, but that inexcusably male part of him kicked into overdrive and denied him such compassionate notions. You should feel bad for nothing, you can never have known... And instead of sympathy washing over him, he remained his ever grouchy self...and continued to stand there, a rather questionable act for a guy who supposedly harbored so much hate for this girl.
She shouldn't be afraid anymore Nuoth, he instantly replied to the green. It was very obvious logic to him, if she has you there shouldn't be any worries. You just bite or stomp or eat whoever tries to hurt your peoples. Of course following Pettahth's advice probably wasn't the best route. Nonetheless he meant well, giving her a good nudge on her dragon cheek before rising up to his feet. He had a feeling that His was going to need a trip to the infirmary, or at least back to the barracks to grab a handkerchief for that red stuff dripping out his nose.
"Let's make a deal..." he offered after a brief moment, "how about we both walk away from this before something even more stupid happens?" Maybe Nephele wouldn't have to walk away in complete defeat after all. K'sel was declaring a cease-fire, and if he had thought of it at the moment he probably would have suggested setting up some kind of schedule of who was allowed in certain parts of the weyr at what times. Childish? Maybe. But keep in mind they had already resorted to licking and name calling.
