20.Jan.12, 06:55 AM
"I don't care about gathers," was his first and most sincere comment. He didn't see any point for such things, especially not here.
A healing hall? Fine. That was where he was most useful. The idea of doing chores was awfully demeaning for someone like himself, but that didn't matter in the long run either. He was obviously a prisoner here, and imagined he would be treated like one. He stifled a sigh and put his knots back in his pocket.
He looked back at B'jin, his expression somewhat lifeless compared to before, and straightened himself in his chair. He realized he'd snapped, but was too tired to do anything about it. He just shook his head. "...Okay. Where do I need to go?" he said. He'd lapsed into his old apprentice self, the boy who just mindlessly followed orders from the adults. The adults all seemed to know what was best for him. They were all so experienced and wise, after all.
He wanted to argue with B'jin, he really did. He wanted to point out the huge flaws in that system; how someone would see a dragon someday, or some poor victim would escape an attempted kidnapping...and dragonriders would be seen as monsters, not the saviors they were supposed to be. Heroic things didn't go around scooping up children. In a pragmatic sense, it wasn't even logical for them to endanger their reputation this way! They would never be welcomed north again, not after this truth got out...
He also wanted to point out how unfair it was, but B'jin knew. Talian could tell that the other man already knew. A knowing, accusing expression crept into his eyes as he again forced the knot in his throat down. Since when had life ever been fair, anyhow? This was just another setback. He'd deal with it the way he always did.
He drummed his fingers on the desk in agitation. "...I'm not going to try to run away," he muttered truthfully. "That would be suicide." His tone was heavy as lead.
A healing hall? Fine. That was where he was most useful. The idea of doing chores was awfully demeaning for someone like himself, but that didn't matter in the long run either. He was obviously a prisoner here, and imagined he would be treated like one. He stifled a sigh and put his knots back in his pocket.
He looked back at B'jin, his expression somewhat lifeless compared to before, and straightened himself in his chair. He realized he'd snapped, but was too tired to do anything about it. He just shook his head. "...Okay. Where do I need to go?" he said. He'd lapsed into his old apprentice self, the boy who just mindlessly followed orders from the adults. The adults all seemed to know what was best for him. They were all so experienced and wise, after all.
He wanted to argue with B'jin, he really did. He wanted to point out the huge flaws in that system; how someone would see a dragon someday, or some poor victim would escape an attempted kidnapping...and dragonriders would be seen as monsters, not the saviors they were supposed to be. Heroic things didn't go around scooping up children. In a pragmatic sense, it wasn't even logical for them to endanger their reputation this way! They would never be welcomed north again, not after this truth got out...
He also wanted to point out how unfair it was, but B'jin knew. Talian could tell that the other man already knew. A knowing, accusing expression crept into his eyes as he again forced the knot in his throat down. Since when had life ever been fair, anyhow? This was just another setback. He'd deal with it the way he always did.
He drummed his fingers on the desk in agitation. "...I'm not going to try to run away," he muttered truthfully. "That would be suicide." His tone was heavy as lead.