01.Feb.12, 06:13 PM
"Kerrin," Talian repeated, filing the name away. He never, ever forgot names. "It's a pleasure to meet you. How long have you been here?" He tended to assume that anyone he met was a captive like himself, though this Kerrin did look a good deal younger. How long had the dragonriders lived in the south again? Was it long enough for anyone in their adolescence to be a native? Talian could only barely remember the plague. He'd been both young and far too busy to pay much attention to it.
Suddenly, a greenrider. Talian twitched as Par'a seated herself close by and extended her hand. The woman's name sounded dragonrider-y, but it wasn't until she mentioned a 'th' name that Talian's suspicions were confirmed. He frowned. "No," he said, unsure of how else to cope with the sudden appearance of a rider. He avoided them when he could, with a single exception in B'jin.
He looked back at her wide-eyed, wide enough that anyone who'd ever met the boy before would know something was off. "Um...Talian. I'm a healer," he stuttered. Much like Kerrin's introductory dilemma, Talian wasn't sure what else to identify himself as.
At that moment, in the middle of the chattering crowd that had inexplicably formed around him, the young man realized what was going on. His heart was racing. His hands, normally steady as stone, were shaking, even as he pressed his fingers against his throat for a pulse. And now everyone was babbling about him being sick!
He closed his eyes and sank a bit lower in his chair. "Oh, no! P-please don't worry about me! I'm fine," he said, his voice bright and uncharacteristically loud, even though he'd tried to suppress it. He laughed a bit, almost giggled. "M-my heartrate is just a little bit...elevated."
Suddenly, a greenrider. Talian twitched as Par'a seated herself close by and extended her hand. The woman's name sounded dragonrider-y, but it wasn't until she mentioned a 'th' name that Talian's suspicions were confirmed. He frowned. "No," he said, unsure of how else to cope with the sudden appearance of a rider. He avoided them when he could, with a single exception in B'jin.
He looked back at her wide-eyed, wide enough that anyone who'd ever met the boy before would know something was off. "Um...Talian. I'm a healer," he stuttered. Much like Kerrin's introductory dilemma, Talian wasn't sure what else to identify himself as.
At that moment, in the middle of the chattering crowd that had inexplicably formed around him, the young man realized what was going on. His heart was racing. His hands, normally steady as stone, were shaking, even as he pressed his fingers against his throat for a pulse. And now everyone was babbling about him being sick!
He closed his eyes and sank a bit lower in his chair. "Oh, no! P-please don't worry about me! I'm fine," he said, his voice bright and uncharacteristically loud, even though he'd tried to suppress it. He laughed a bit, almost giggled. "M-my heartrate is just a little bit...elevated."