F'lar | Bronze Mnementh (fallarnon) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-17 15:03:00 |
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Who: F'lar & Anairë
What: Discussing dragons
Where: The park
When: Evening
Warnings | Status: Possible mentions of death | complete
To say he wasn't irritated would be a lie. To say he wasn't angry would also be a lie. But dragonmen were trained to turn away from those emotions, thoughts and desires. They were controlled. So, naturally he and Mnementh soared over the city in continuous loops, staying aloft while F'lar rid himself of his desire to beat Anairë into understanding. She was an infuriating woman as only nobility could be, nobility mixed with ignorance. Ignorance bred fear, and she was afraid. She hid behind her authority as queen, behind her ignorance, and refused to see reason. That was the hardest person in the world to deal with; people who couldn't be brought around by sound argument.
They never wanted to listen. They only wanted to argue and be the loudest voice in the room without hearing the opinions of others. The people who would shout over your reason and logic with their inane ideas and demand to be heard without hearing you first.
Well, F'lar would try at least, to change that, and he would do so by listening first and foremost. He couldn't expect them to reach understanding without knowing first, and knowing required sharing information. It required teaching.
"Land now," F'lar said at last and the bronze dragon changed his gentle pace, turning in swift loops as they descended on the city below.
Finally he replied, though he knew they were flying off F'lar's dark mood.
She's stubborn, and wants to berate you. She may provoke you to anger on purpose.
There was a pause.
To justify her ideas of me. She has no validation otherwise.
"Her fears are valid enough, Mnementh," F'lar said aloud as the dragon landed on the park and took two steps to stop himself, his claws leaving rents in the soft earth.
Fear is never a good excuse. F'lar smiled ruefully and swatted the dragon's nose fondly. The dragon looked on him with colorful eyes then batted his wings hard to bear his massive weight back into the air, soaring skyward toward a building that would bear his weight suitably.