05.Feb.12, 10:23 PM
"Hello."
Tal's voice was meek, his thin face angled towards the ground and his eyes sunken in shame. He hated to bother B'jin at his home, for everyone he spoke to warned him that the greenrider was notoriously protective of his space. Talian wasn't sure what right he had to invade, especially since he still viewed B'jin as an overlord of sorts. B'jin's protective and kindly display in the dining hall had done much to soften Talian's attitude towards him, but the young man continued to think of himself as a prisoner. His hierarchical upbringing encouraged this attitude which he projected unwillingly onto B'jin. The greenrider something of a jailer, but also becoming something closer to a father.
Talian slowly looked up, his timid eyes wide with shame. "I'm sorry to bother you," he said. He didn't bother explaining that he needed to talk and had no one else to talk to. That much should have been obvious. B'jin was no longer his enemy, and aside from meeting some of his fellow stolens in passing, Talian had no true friends. Were he not so negative, he'd have realized that would soon change.
Talian fidgeted a bit as he stood, waiting to be allowed inside or sent away. He was wearing his headband, for he'd spent the morning patching up someone with a torn arm. Some blood stained the left sleeve of his loose-fitting shirt. He'd had a hard time locating clothes that fit at Katila. He was smaller than average, and he couldn't be bothered to eat most of the time.
Tal's voice was meek, his thin face angled towards the ground and his eyes sunken in shame. He hated to bother B'jin at his home, for everyone he spoke to warned him that the greenrider was notoriously protective of his space. Talian wasn't sure what right he had to invade, especially since he still viewed B'jin as an overlord of sorts. B'jin's protective and kindly display in the dining hall had done much to soften Talian's attitude towards him, but the young man continued to think of himself as a prisoner. His hierarchical upbringing encouraged this attitude which he projected unwillingly onto B'jin. The greenrider something of a jailer, but also becoming something closer to a father.
Talian slowly looked up, his timid eyes wide with shame. "I'm sorry to bother you," he said. He didn't bother explaining that he needed to talk and had no one else to talk to. That much should have been obvious. B'jin was no longer his enemy, and aside from meeting some of his fellow stolens in passing, Talian had no true friends. Were he not so negative, he'd have realized that would soon change.
Talian fidgeted a bit as he stood, waiting to be allowed inside or sent away. He was wearing his headband, for he'd spent the morning patching up someone with a torn arm. Some blood stained the left sleeve of his loose-fitting shirt. He'd had a hard time locating clothes that fit at Katila. He was smaller than average, and he couldn't be bothered to eat most of the time.