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24.Sep.12, 01:00 AM
"It wasn't the plan we wanted, but it was the best plan we had."
Sanderon did not believe that for a second. There had to have been a better way. But, since he couldn't think of one himself at the moment, he let it go with only a quick moment of irritation sparking in his dark eyes before they calmed again.
Hearing that his comment about having D'ren call him 'son' went well, he was somewhat relieved. The man seemed to even relax and enjoy the idea of it. Hearing that he might be allowed to leave the island though had just the opposite effect than the one he thought he'd have. He was not relieved at all as he was sure he would be. He was...nervous.
Being surprised by his own thoughts and feelings about it, he turned his serious frown to D'ren.
"The fact that I might be able to hunt soon is something I have longed to hear for a long time. It is not just my skill. It was my way of life. But..." He ran a nervous hand through his hair and sat up straighter. Wiping his hands dry on the thighs of his pants, he returned them to the table in front of him as he tried to sort his thoughts.
Turning his gaze away from D'ren and onto his hands he began to rub his knuckles again in a slightly quicker pace.
"There is something you should know Sir." He began. A quick glance to D'ren and he was looking down at his hands again as he tried to choose which words to use. "I only tried to escape once. The other times were not what they appeared to be."
Letting that sink in, he took a breath of courage and continued. He hoped D'ren would take this well. Seeing as how this might be his only opportunity to speak to the weyrleader without 'ears' overhearing, he took the opportunity to open up.
"The first time I headed away to live on my own. It was poorly planned and did not last long obviously for I was found that very hour. The times after that, I headed out with the hope of just a day or two to escape the..." He frowned deeply. "Pain."
With the memories of his tormentors cruelty towards him he shook his head to clear it so he could continue to speak. "Maybe we all have our tormentors at the weyr to some degree. No one in their right mind would try to make your life a living nightmare I hope. But for some 'nobody' stolen from the North who shot an arrow into a dragon...nobody thought twice about it. Not one person that saw what was going on offered to help. I was completely on my own. Every single day I had to deal with them and everyone turning a blind eye. I was told to quit whining and just be glad for my circumstances. I'shan even told me to treat it like a vacation shortly after I was stolen. I couldn't deal with that. I just wanted a moment of peace. Just one day. Not even that was given. Instead I became public display for everyone to glare at and laugh over."
His voice got very quiet then and he seemed to speak mostly to himself, "Tortured just because I wanted peace." Shaking his head slowly, he added slightly louder, "I couldn't tell anyone the true reason why I kept 'escaping' or the bullying would get so much worse. Can't get much worse than a public lashing though, can it?" The question was rhetorical.
Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, he sighed heavily and finally meeting D'ren's gaze, he continued. "I will return to the weyr if you think me ready. But the idea of it makes me... nervous. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just can't promise that I won't. If that changes your mind about me, that's fine. I just thought you should know."
Sanderon did not believe that for a second. There had to have been a better way. But, since he couldn't think of one himself at the moment, he let it go with only a quick moment of irritation sparking in his dark eyes before they calmed again.
Hearing that his comment about having D'ren call him 'son' went well, he was somewhat relieved. The man seemed to even relax and enjoy the idea of it. Hearing that he might be allowed to leave the island though had just the opposite effect than the one he thought he'd have. He was not relieved at all as he was sure he would be. He was...nervous.
Being surprised by his own thoughts and feelings about it, he turned his serious frown to D'ren.
"The fact that I might be able to hunt soon is something I have longed to hear for a long time. It is not just my skill. It was my way of life. But..." He ran a nervous hand through his hair and sat up straighter. Wiping his hands dry on the thighs of his pants, he returned them to the table in front of him as he tried to sort his thoughts.
Turning his gaze away from D'ren and onto his hands he began to rub his knuckles again in a slightly quicker pace.
"There is something you should know Sir." He began. A quick glance to D'ren and he was looking down at his hands again as he tried to choose which words to use. "I only tried to escape once. The other times were not what they appeared to be."
Letting that sink in, he took a breath of courage and continued. He hoped D'ren would take this well. Seeing as how this might be his only opportunity to speak to the weyrleader without 'ears' overhearing, he took the opportunity to open up.
"The first time I headed away to live on my own. It was poorly planned and did not last long obviously for I was found that very hour. The times after that, I headed out with the hope of just a day or two to escape the..." He frowned deeply. "Pain."
With the memories of his tormentors cruelty towards him he shook his head to clear it so he could continue to speak. "Maybe we all have our tormentors at the weyr to some degree. No one in their right mind would try to make your life a living nightmare I hope. But for some 'nobody' stolen from the North who shot an arrow into a dragon...nobody thought twice about it. Not one person that saw what was going on offered to help. I was completely on my own. Every single day I had to deal with them and everyone turning a blind eye. I was told to quit whining and just be glad for my circumstances. I'shan even told me to treat it like a vacation shortly after I was stolen. I couldn't deal with that. I just wanted a moment of peace. Just one day. Not even that was given. Instead I became public display for everyone to glare at and laugh over."
His voice got very quiet then and he seemed to speak mostly to himself, "Tortured just because I wanted peace." Shaking his head slowly, he added slightly louder, "I couldn't tell anyone the true reason why I kept 'escaping' or the bullying would get so much worse. Can't get much worse than a public lashing though, can it?" The question was rhetorical.
Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, he sighed heavily and finally meeting D'ren's gaze, he continued. "I will return to the weyr if you think me ready. But the idea of it makes me... nervous. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just can't promise that I won't. If that changes your mind about me, that's fine. I just thought you should know."
