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13.Feb.13, 04:37 AM
Talian sat up and smiled softly, nodding in recognition of the gift. "Not as strict as you'd think," he commented lightly. "Obviously nothing cooked or intended for people, but fire lizards are naturally fish-eaters and dragons like to try and catch fish when they go swimming," he said, rattling off facts just as he was generally inclined to do. It was a good sign, a sign of normalcy and comfort. He felt comfortable enough with Khaduceth to make assertions related to the creature's health.
"It's more that he can't have cooked meat or anything too processed...Nothing complex like bread or stew," Talian mused, almost thinking aloud as he sorted various food items into 'yes'and 'no' piles in his head. It was all a very interesting idea. He knew Erisi had gotten in trouble for feeding Charath meatrolls, but this was hardly the same thing.
While Talian was busy theorizing (and completely missing Volfetti's question), Ffellis inched towards the offered food. The timid beast sniffed at it for a moment before squeaking, looking nervously to Talian, as if asking permission to take the food. Talian snapped from his rattlings and grinned, giving the tiny beast a small push towards Volfetti. Fellis cheeped again and scooted forward on reluctant paws before snapping up the little morsel and backing away, right up onto Talian's hand. Tal lifted the hand, allowing Fellis to daintily transfer himself to the man's shoulder and enjoy his prize.
"I guess it is pretty weird," he said as he nodded towards the door. "Come on...we can see what Khaduceth thinks of your fish." As he headed for the door, he heard her previous question repeated in a new way. This time, he noticed it. Her froze for a moment, frowning.
Volfetti was in a much better position to understand his feelings on the matter than many of his other peers. Only B'jin's experiences ran so parallel, but the similarities across decades were much more coincidental than those between Talian and Volfetti. She was right to suspect that such congratulations would be akin to salt in a wound. Talian resented becoming a dragonrider, in spite of his pronounced desire to make a sincere effort.
"I love him, but I don't like him," he replied at length, simply and honestly. He and Khaduceth both knew it was true, though he felt a faint hint of sadness blended with recognition in the back of the dragon's mind. Khaduceth had been quietly watching, and when he noticed this similarity between his bonded and the girl, he pitied them both. The brown dragon repeated his quiet promise again, relieved to feel the forgiveness and love stirring in his bonded's heart at the familiar words.
I will make it up to you
You don't have to. You're perfect
I want to
That's what makes you perfect
Talian shook it off. "It's strange. Come on, let's go outside." He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it.
"It's more that he can't have cooked meat or anything too processed...Nothing complex like bread or stew," Talian mused, almost thinking aloud as he sorted various food items into 'yes'and 'no' piles in his head. It was all a very interesting idea. He knew Erisi had gotten in trouble for feeding Charath meatrolls, but this was hardly the same thing.
While Talian was busy theorizing (and completely missing Volfetti's question), Ffellis inched towards the offered food. The timid beast sniffed at it for a moment before squeaking, looking nervously to Talian, as if asking permission to take the food. Talian snapped from his rattlings and grinned, giving the tiny beast a small push towards Volfetti. Fellis cheeped again and scooted forward on reluctant paws before snapping up the little morsel and backing away, right up onto Talian's hand. Tal lifted the hand, allowing Fellis to daintily transfer himself to the man's shoulder and enjoy his prize.
"I guess it is pretty weird," he said as he nodded towards the door. "Come on...we can see what Khaduceth thinks of your fish." As he headed for the door, he heard her previous question repeated in a new way. This time, he noticed it. Her froze for a moment, frowning.
Volfetti was in a much better position to understand his feelings on the matter than many of his other peers. Only B'jin's experiences ran so parallel, but the similarities across decades were much more coincidental than those between Talian and Volfetti. She was right to suspect that such congratulations would be akin to salt in a wound. Talian resented becoming a dragonrider, in spite of his pronounced desire to make a sincere effort.
"I love him, but I don't like him," he replied at length, simply and honestly. He and Khaduceth both knew it was true, though he felt a faint hint of sadness blended with recognition in the back of the dragon's mind. Khaduceth had been quietly watching, and when he noticed this similarity between his bonded and the girl, he pitied them both. The brown dragon repeated his quiet promise again, relieved to feel the forgiveness and love stirring in his bonded's heart at the familiar words.
You don't have to. You're perfect
That's what makes you perfect
Talian shook it off. "It's strange. Come on, let's go outside." He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it.
