13.Apr.13, 02:36 AM
"Interesting." It was, to some degree, interesting despite the fact that dragons tended to make Isscer feel ill-at-ease. He had never considered that greens would get along well with children, but this was probably because Isscer didn't dwell on dragons very often. He had plenty of other things to keep himself occupied, and deciphering dragon-human interactions was not high on his list of priorities.
An awkward feeling settled over Isscer; did he say or did he go? He had said his piece, gotten his argument in--he was finished with the conversation. But T'rielle threw a wrench in Isscer's plan, and Isscer couldn't stop the slight frown at the question. But the question was somewhat unexpected too: Isscer couldn't remember the last time anyone had cared to ask him what he did. They were all too busy caring for dragons to notice him, to care that he was at least partially responsible for the bread in the kitchens. It was somewhat disgusting that the important people, other Stolen, were forgotten even though they did serve a practical purpose beyond being forced into Candidacy.
"I, uh." Isscer began, knowing full well that he sounded ridiculous but still momentarily stunned that someone cared. "I'm a Farmcrafter. Ah, Junior Journeyman Farmcrafter Isscer." For a brief moment, Isscer looked away from T'rielle, taking a moment to compose himself. Even if he had bothered to ask Isscer about himself, he was still a greenrider after all! "I grow wheat; it's my specialty. That's probably why they Stole me--to date I haven't had any luck Impressing."
An awkward feeling settled over Isscer; did he say or did he go? He had said his piece, gotten his argument in--he was finished with the conversation. But T'rielle threw a wrench in Isscer's plan, and Isscer couldn't stop the slight frown at the question. But the question was somewhat unexpected too: Isscer couldn't remember the last time anyone had cared to ask him what he did. They were all too busy caring for dragons to notice him, to care that he was at least partially responsible for the bread in the kitchens. It was somewhat disgusting that the important people, other Stolen, were forgotten even though they did serve a practical purpose beyond being forced into Candidacy.
"I, uh." Isscer began, knowing full well that he sounded ridiculous but still momentarily stunned that someone cared. "I'm a Farmcrafter. Ah, Junior Journeyman Farmcrafter Isscer." For a brief moment, Isscer looked away from T'rielle, taking a moment to compose himself. Even if he had bothered to ask Isscer about himself, he was still a greenrider after all! "I grow wheat; it's my specialty. That's probably why they Stole me--to date I haven't had any luck Impressing."