21.Jan.12, 02:27 AM
The young man literally had nothing else to say. He just shrugged, knowing well that to flee was suicide, no matter where they were located geographically; he could tell they were in the middle of nowhere, and he barely had the 'survival' skills necessary to get from one hold to another. He didn't care about roommates, either. He'd prefer to avoid them. They would probably want to be precisely what B'jin was suggesting; talk about the dragonriders. Negative or not, Talian had no interest in it. All it would do was remind him of his situation. The last thing he needed was someone to wallow in self-pity with. Surely they would feed off of each other's sadness, and it would quickly become overwhelming.
He exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself for some sort of physical pain, and rose to his feet. He shuffled off in the direction B'jin had indicated, not bothering to look up or even bid the rider farewell. No nasty look, no last comment, just a dragging, resigned walk into the uninhabited room, like a convict going to execution. Unlike a convict, however, he didn't even try to save his dignity.
He slipped into the room and sat lightly on the edge of the bed. He heard the greenrider ask him if he needed anything, but it took a moment to register. "Not that you can give me," he replied honestly, closing his eyes before leaning back against the bed. Faranth...he needed to sleep. Or think. Or something.
He kept his eyes closed, waiting lethargically for the dragonrider to go away.
He exhaled slowly, as if preparing himself for some sort of physical pain, and rose to his feet. He shuffled off in the direction B'jin had indicated, not bothering to look up or even bid the rider farewell. No nasty look, no last comment, just a dragging, resigned walk into the uninhabited room, like a convict going to execution. Unlike a convict, however, he didn't even try to save his dignity.
He slipped into the room and sat lightly on the edge of the bed. He heard the greenrider ask him if he needed anything, but it took a moment to register. "Not that you can give me," he replied honestly, closing his eyes before leaning back against the bed. Faranth...he needed to sleep. Or think. Or something.
He kept his eyes closed, waiting lethargically for the dragonrider to go away.