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03.Nov.12, 03:48 AM
Talian didn't like change. He never had, and in his stubborn mind he imagined that he never would.
He didn't like stupid things, either, but he'd come to accept them from Katila. This camping trip was yet another stupid thing imposed on him, and after the bad news of his imposed inclusion in this candidate class, he was too weary to complain about it. That was the thing with Talian; he hated being told what to do, but he always did what he was told. The morning of the trip, he showed up at B'jin's door, possessed of quiet dignity and a little hint of discomfort, and quietly asked for a ride. A few months before, he'd have insisted on walking. Today, he was wiling to suck it up and ride, but only for Larrikith.
After arriving, Tal had quietly set up his living space for the next few days, grimacing all the while. Tal still felt a little out of place in his nice room in the healer hall. He hated sleeping in unfamiliar places. This was going to be difficult to say the least. He rearranged it over and over for an undetermined amount of time before finally realizing it was as good as it was going to get. He sighed, crawled out, and looked out over the water.
The healer had to admit that the south was beautiful, if nothing else. Tal had never been the sort of person to sit and appreciate beauty. When he looked out into the jungle, he always saw a hostile and dangerous place, it's beauty irrelevant in the face of it's menace. Today, tired and quietly nervous about the days to come, he noticed the beauty simply because he was too anxious to lock on to anything that required more thought.
He smiled, for just a moment.
Afterwards, he wandered away from the others and seated himself beside the water. He was within line of sight and easy shouting distance, but far enough away that his classmates no longer made him uncomfortable. Talian didn't have the benefit of any friends in this class, and even those he had were still somewhat awkward to be around. B'jin was certainly busy, and there was no one else that Talian cared to speak to.
He'd made no effort to introduce himself to the others. He wasn't bitter towards them, he just wasn't interested. He knew their names, of course, because he paid attention to such details, but he would have been surprised if any of them knew his. The only exceptions were those who'd come to him as patients or shared his last classes with him, but that was over a turn before. He hadn't exactly spent a lot of time in classes, either.
He sighed softly and tossed a stone into the water. His mind whirled, trying to grasp on to something interesting to daydream over. He wondered what B'jin had in mind for this trip. Undoubtedly it was some sort of bonding exercise. D'ren had been pressuring the riders to make the northerners feel wanted and more at home, right? Good luck, old man.
Still, Talian wasn't exactly unhappy. It was nice to be away from the Weyr, and everyone he cared to talk to was at least around. He may have have wanted to socialize, but just being close to his friends and occasionally hearing their voices echoing made Talian feel much more at home than any edict or gimmicky plan ever would.
He didn't like stupid things, either, but he'd come to accept them from Katila. This camping trip was yet another stupid thing imposed on him, and after the bad news of his imposed inclusion in this candidate class, he was too weary to complain about it. That was the thing with Talian; he hated being told what to do, but he always did what he was told. The morning of the trip, he showed up at B'jin's door, possessed of quiet dignity and a little hint of discomfort, and quietly asked for a ride. A few months before, he'd have insisted on walking. Today, he was wiling to suck it up and ride, but only for Larrikith.
After arriving, Tal had quietly set up his living space for the next few days, grimacing all the while. Tal still felt a little out of place in his nice room in the healer hall. He hated sleeping in unfamiliar places. This was going to be difficult to say the least. He rearranged it over and over for an undetermined amount of time before finally realizing it was as good as it was going to get. He sighed, crawled out, and looked out over the water.
The healer had to admit that the south was beautiful, if nothing else. Tal had never been the sort of person to sit and appreciate beauty. When he looked out into the jungle, he always saw a hostile and dangerous place, it's beauty irrelevant in the face of it's menace. Today, tired and quietly nervous about the days to come, he noticed the beauty simply because he was too anxious to lock on to anything that required more thought.
He smiled, for just a moment.
Afterwards, he wandered away from the others and seated himself beside the water. He was within line of sight and easy shouting distance, but far enough away that his classmates no longer made him uncomfortable. Talian didn't have the benefit of any friends in this class, and even those he had were still somewhat awkward to be around. B'jin was certainly busy, and there was no one else that Talian cared to speak to.
He'd made no effort to introduce himself to the others. He wasn't bitter towards them, he just wasn't interested. He knew their names, of course, because he paid attention to such details, but he would have been surprised if any of them knew his. The only exceptions were those who'd come to him as patients or shared his last classes with him, but that was over a turn before. He hadn't exactly spent a lot of time in classes, either.
He sighed softly and tossed a stone into the water. His mind whirled, trying to grasp on to something interesting to daydream over. He wondered what B'jin had in mind for this trip. Undoubtedly it was some sort of bonding exercise. D'ren had been pressuring the riders to make the northerners feel wanted and more at home, right? Good luck, old man.
Still, Talian wasn't exactly unhappy. It was nice to be away from the Weyr, and everyone he cared to talk to was at least around. He may have have wanted to socialize, but just being close to his friends and occasionally hearing their voices echoing made Talian feel much more at home than any edict or gimmicky plan ever would.
