Post by taylor on Mar 19, 2013 15:41:43 GMT -5
R'sren glared at the door before him, fist clenching, ready to knock. He hesitated, though, trying to think of a way out of this. Out of talking to a mindhealer. He grimaced as he thought the word. This was going to be a boring encounter, he knew, and he was only here because he had been made to come.
Stealing from people was all well and good - he loved the thrill, the heart-racing, breath-catching question of whether or not he would get away with it. And he always returned the thing. It shouldn't be a problem. It wasn't a problem. But apparently the bronzer who'd caught him trying to steal from him last night disagreed. Recognizing that R'sren was having one of his...moments, familiar with the ebony rider as he was, the bronzerider had given him a choice. Go talk to a mindhealer within the week, or be faced with disciplinary action.
He'd been all ready to challenge the bronzerider, disrespect him and tell him exactly where he could shove his "disciplinary action." Moryth, however, had intervened, offering a few rare words to take the bronzerider up on his other offer. Mindhealing. The ebony didn't think it would accomplish anything, but at least it would get His off the hook.
The ebony was very present in R'sren's mind, now, keeping a close watch on him. There was no slipping out of this meeting, the man knew, so he might as well get it over with. Finally, he knocked on the small door which gave the mindhealer - Imiika, her name was - a bit of separation from the rest of the infirmary. That accomplished, he crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at the door.
Stealing from people was all well and good - he loved the thrill, the heart-racing, breath-catching question of whether or not he would get away with it. And he always returned the thing. It shouldn't be a problem. It wasn't a problem. But apparently the bronzer who'd caught him trying to steal from him last night disagreed. Recognizing that R'sren was having one of his...moments, familiar with the ebony rider as he was, the bronzerider had given him a choice. Go talk to a mindhealer within the week, or be faced with disciplinary action.
He'd been all ready to challenge the bronzerider, disrespect him and tell him exactly where he could shove his "disciplinary action." Moryth, however, had intervened, offering a few rare words to take the bronzerider up on his other offer. Mindhealing. The ebony didn't think it would accomplish anything, but at least it would get His off the hook.
The ebony was very present in R'sren's mind, now, keeping a close watch on him. There was no slipping out of this meeting, the man knew, so he might as well get it over with. Finally, he knocked on the small door which gave the mindhealer - Imiika, her name was - a bit of separation from the rest of the infirmary. That accomplished, he crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at the door.