18.Jun.12, 06:48 PM
Perhaps that hadn't been the most graceful of topic choices. Tal let out a nervous laugh and rolled three-quarters to the left, facing away from Valerian. The healer could still make out Veeth's shape laying close by. As innocent as the dragon's approach was, Tal still found his mere presence discomforting. Dragons were foul creatures, rude and demanding...and worst of all, the symbol of hi captivity. Veeth couldn't help that, but ultimately it was probably the most important reason of all.
"I've gotten better about answering my door," the healer said in a feeble attempt to defend himself and his bad habits. His laughter was weak, but even so his body still began to relax. What a long day it had been, and nothing had even happened! He decided to pretend like Veeth [pi]wasn't[/i] going to devour him (and perhaps he'd get lucky and it would come true) and rolled back onto his back, flopping exceptionally flat and letting out a long sigh.
"I hear that instructor has really been running you all ragged," he commented, looking sideways at Val with a hint of pity. Weyrlinghood...Tal didn't expect he would survive it. He was a delicate boy. Sure, he had pain tolerance, but as far as physical endeavors went, he was sunk. He admired Val for being able to handle what he was undoubtedly being put through - for being willing to handle it.
"I don't think I'd make a very good dragonrider," Talian mused lightly, almost pleased with the idea. He looked up at the stars and tried his best to match them with the stars from home, hoping he'd at least get a general idea of where they were...but no. It seemed they were off the map. Here be dragons.
He sighed again. He realized suddenly that he'd been talking, making all sorts of overly-verbose comments on the stars and what their alien positioning meant about just where the two young men had found themselves. Thinking aloud, just like always. Tal sighed and rolled to the right, pulling himself as close to Val as he dared.
"I still miss Fiora," he admitted.
"I've gotten better about answering my door," the healer said in a feeble attempt to defend himself and his bad habits. His laughter was weak, but even so his body still began to relax. What a long day it had been, and nothing had even happened! He decided to pretend like Veeth [pi]wasn't[/i] going to devour him (and perhaps he'd get lucky and it would come true) and rolled back onto his back, flopping exceptionally flat and letting out a long sigh.
"I hear that instructor has really been running you all ragged," he commented, looking sideways at Val with a hint of pity. Weyrlinghood...Tal didn't expect he would survive it. He was a delicate boy. Sure, he had pain tolerance, but as far as physical endeavors went, he was sunk. He admired Val for being able to handle what he was undoubtedly being put through - for being willing to handle it.
"I don't think I'd make a very good dragonrider," Talian mused lightly, almost pleased with the idea. He looked up at the stars and tried his best to match them with the stars from home, hoping he'd at least get a general idea of where they were...but no. It seemed they were off the map. Here be dragons.
He sighed again. He realized suddenly that he'd been talking, making all sorts of overly-verbose comments on the stars and what their alien positioning meant about just where the two young men had found themselves. Thinking aloud, just like always. Tal sighed and rolled to the right, pulling himself as close to Val as he dared.
"I still miss Fiora," he admitted.