31.Jan.12, 05:56 AM
"I requested a desk and a couple chairs, but I don't have it yet," Talian said. He moved from his bed to the floor and assumed a cross-legged posture, his bottle still beside him. He assumed the bed wasn't suitable, since Erisi hadn't helped himself; he seemed like the kind of guy who would if it struck his fancy. Naturally, the healer was oblivious to the signals he was giving. The idea of men flirting with men still seemed distant and foreign to him.
"No glasses either, unfortunately," he said apologetically. He almost - but not quite - laughed at the dragonrider allergy that Erisi suggested. Talian was slowly coming to hate them less. He remained bitter and doubted he'd ever forgive them entirely, but outright hating them was contrary to his nature. Rather, he resented them, feared them... and avoided them when he could.
It was still hard to believe that he was never going home. He uncorked his bottle and took a cautious sip. It was dry, but smooth..the sort of wine he was conditioned to enjoy. He looked back at Erisi, staring straight into the other man's eyes, as he tended to do. He was curious about Erisi, wondering how he ended up at the weyr as well. He wasn't sure what he could ask without being invasive. Some of it was obvious, though. Erisi was a harper, obviously stolen because of his craft...probably by one of the few that had taken the others he'd heard about. It seemed like a small group was responsible for most of it...
"Where are you from?" Talian finally asked.
"No glasses either, unfortunately," he said apologetically. He almost - but not quite - laughed at the dragonrider allergy that Erisi suggested. Talian was slowly coming to hate them less. He remained bitter and doubted he'd ever forgive them entirely, but outright hating them was contrary to his nature. Rather, he resented them, feared them... and avoided them when he could.
It was still hard to believe that he was never going home. He uncorked his bottle and took a cautious sip. It was dry, but smooth..the sort of wine he was conditioned to enjoy. He looked back at Erisi, staring straight into the other man's eyes, as he tended to do. He was curious about Erisi, wondering how he ended up at the weyr as well. He wasn't sure what he could ask without being invasive. Some of it was obvious, though. Erisi was a harper, obviously stolen because of his craft...probably by one of the few that had taken the others he'd heard about. It seemed like a small group was responsible for most of it...
"Where are you from?" Talian finally asked.