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16.Mar.14, 07:47 AM
He blushed under the praise of the older man, as he often did, saying a small, "Thank you sir," in an embarrassed almost-murmur. The man's compliments set his mind thinking. He looked around him idly. This is what he did now. His latest words echoed through his head when they were spoken too, swirling around in a contemplative tangle within his mind.
A talented gardener. He didn't know whether he found pride in that- or resignation. Should he be glad to hear that or not? Maybe both. Maybe neither. It was odd to be complimented by a Master Healer once he was no longer an apprentice. Life always seemed to work in these little ironies. He wondered what Quennell would say if he brought it up- told the man about training as a healer. But what good would that do? He didn't want pity. No, he wouldn't bring it up unbidden. It was still hard to put into words how he felt about the whole thing.
But it seemed fitting, in a funny sort of way, for him to be sitting with this man here now. It was hard to accept praise for gardening because it hadn't been his plan. But shouldn't he try to find contentment in it if he could? Yulieas could feel some of his old optimism creeping back to the surface, a welcome feeling, especially compared to shame that drove him to hide in bushes.
He sighed. Maybe being a talented gardener was something he could find pride in after all. "Maybe... maybe," he repeated dreamily, taking in the garden and the nice weather, and grateful for his encounter today.
A talented gardener. He didn't know whether he found pride in that- or resignation. Should he be glad to hear that or not? Maybe both. Maybe neither. It was odd to be complimented by a Master Healer once he was no longer an apprentice. Life always seemed to work in these little ironies. He wondered what Quennell would say if he brought it up- told the man about training as a healer. But what good would that do? He didn't want pity. No, he wouldn't bring it up unbidden. It was still hard to put into words how he felt about the whole thing.
But it seemed fitting, in a funny sort of way, for him to be sitting with this man here now. It was hard to accept praise for gardening because it hadn't been his plan. But shouldn't he try to find contentment in it if he could? Yulieas could feel some of his old optimism creeping back to the surface, a welcome feeling, especially compared to shame that drove him to hide in bushes.
He sighed. Maybe being a talented gardener was something he could find pride in after all. "Maybe... maybe," he repeated dreamily, taking in the garden and the nice weather, and grateful for his encounter today.
