15.Jun.12, 05:19 PM
Talian felt a wave of relief and the tingle of pleasant surprise as he realized what Val was setting up. Stargazing? At first Tal wondered how Valerian even knew about his old hobby, but he quickly remembered their last conversation in the infirmary. Right before...the event.
Tal smiled a little. He hadn't done any stargazing in quite some time. The stars were totally different in the south. Looking up at them served as an ugly reminder of where he was and how far he was from where he wanted to be. They practically mocked him, or at least served as a lovely padlock on his cell. Viewing with them Valerian didn't seem quite so bad, though. The unknown was less intimidating when you were alongside someone you cared about.
The healer watched nervously as Veeth moved away. Tal said nothing to the dragon and pretended like he hadn't been spoken to. He remained convinced that the moment he said anything negative about a dragon, his friendship with the rider would be over. Tal kept his mouth shut accordingly, but at least this dragon wasn't verbally assaulting him.
Talian quickly nestled in the covers beside his friend. It was nice to take it easy, and he even felt exceptionally safe. He rarely felt safe in this place, surrounded by people with a cruel 'adapt or die' attitude. Uncharacteristically relaxed, Tal let out a sigh. He wanted to talk, but he wasn't sure what there was to talk about. He hated dragons, he had nothing interesting going on in his life...so what was there to talk about?
He coughed a little bit, more awkwardly than he intended to. "I'm um...sorry about earlier." He still felt horribly awkward about that. Maybe apologizing would make him feel better? Judging by the heat rising up in his cheeks, he supposed not...
Tal smiled a little. He hadn't done any stargazing in quite some time. The stars were totally different in the south. Looking up at them served as an ugly reminder of where he was and how far he was from where he wanted to be. They practically mocked him, or at least served as a lovely padlock on his cell. Viewing with them Valerian didn't seem quite so bad, though. The unknown was less intimidating when you were alongside someone you cared about.
The healer watched nervously as Veeth moved away. Tal said nothing to the dragon and pretended like he hadn't been spoken to. He remained convinced that the moment he said anything negative about a dragon, his friendship with the rider would be over. Tal kept his mouth shut accordingly, but at least this dragon wasn't verbally assaulting him.
Talian quickly nestled in the covers beside his friend. It was nice to take it easy, and he even felt exceptionally safe. He rarely felt safe in this place, surrounded by people with a cruel 'adapt or die' attitude. Uncharacteristically relaxed, Tal let out a sigh. He wanted to talk, but he wasn't sure what there was to talk about. He hated dragons, he had nothing interesting going on in his life...so what was there to talk about?
He coughed a little bit, more awkwardly than he intended to. "I'm um...sorry about earlier." He still felt horribly awkward about that. Maybe apologizing would make him feel better? Judging by the heat rising up in his cheeks, he supposed not...