20.Jan.12, 03:40 AM
Talian watched wretchedly as B'jin and his dragon settled themselves. The young healer didn't know what to make of the scene; the dragon and rider appeared to be feeding off of each others' emotiions or something of the like. It was a strange sight, but not enough for him to be too curious. There were much more serious matters at hand.
He remained slumped in his seat as B'jin explained himself. So dragons did still exist. Well, that was something of a given...Larrikith was right there, and making quite a scene. The important detail was that they still existed as an organized force. A small part of him was pleased. Dragons were mythical now. The part of him that longed for imagination - imagination largely crushed by his father's strict regime - thought that was pretty cool.
The rest, however, was not.
He frowned as B'jin continued. A candidate, now? That sounded absolutely awful. His stomach knotted miserably as B'jin continued, but one thing looked like it may be Talian's saving grace. If they weren't supposed to take masters...
Well, so much for that. Talian's suggestion was shot down before he's finished taking a breath. He sighed wearily and slumped even further, unable to even muster anger. "This is ridiculous..." he groaned. "I don't care about dragons...I have important things to do back home! You can't expect me.." His throat was knotting. He blinked vigorously tried to swallow the lump.
"You said it yourself...masters aren't eligible. I have an important place back at Fort...and well..I'm sure my father will n-notice my absence.." he reasoned, though he knew he was grasping at straws.
He remained slumped in his seat as B'jin explained himself. So dragons did still exist. Well, that was something of a given...Larrikith was right there, and making quite a scene. The important detail was that they still existed as an organized force. A small part of him was pleased. Dragons were mythical now. The part of him that longed for imagination - imagination largely crushed by his father's strict regime - thought that was pretty cool.
The rest, however, was not.
He frowned as B'jin continued. A candidate, now? That sounded absolutely awful. His stomach knotted miserably as B'jin continued, but one thing looked like it may be Talian's saving grace. If they weren't supposed to take masters...
Well, so much for that. Talian's suggestion was shot down before he's finished taking a breath. He sighed wearily and slumped even further, unable to even muster anger. "This is ridiculous..." he groaned. "I don't care about dragons...I have important things to do back home! You can't expect me.." His throat was knotting. He blinked vigorously tried to swallow the lump.
"You said it yourself...masters aren't eligible. I have an important place back at Fort...and well..I'm sure my father will n-notice my absence.." he reasoned, though he knew he was grasping at straws.