25.Jun.13, 05:49 PM
Isscer shot Talian a look as he dismissed the notion of fate, part disbelief and part amused. Of course the healer would say that; in all his life Isscer had never met a person so... factual about everything. That probably had something to do with the fact that Talian operated on a level of intellect that Isscer could never hope to attain and as such thought he could solve everything. Isscer sympathized, but did not see how there could be any logical explanation for Impression--it was too random, too sudden, for facts.
The Farmcrafter nodded, taking heart in the reassurance about the nose. "Good--I wouldn't want to have to give up work just because of this." Days of lazing about did not sit well with him, and Isscer had no desire to be bored stiff. He nodded, glancing at the flitter as it settled on Talian's arm, trying to look for distinguishing marks so he would recognize it later. "I'll look forward to it, then," Isscer concluded, a genuine smile curling at the corners of his mouth. While he still did not feel quite at ease around Talian, this was a good start; time would only tell if Isscer would be able to forgive himself for abandoning the Healer like he had when Khaduceth had come into the picture, but at least he had told Talian he was sorry if nothing else.
Isscer sighed, shading a hand with a large, callused palm as he glanced skyward. The grumbling of his stomach was pressing, and he turned towards the Dining Hall, intent on finding something to slake his hunger.
The Farmcrafter nodded, taking heart in the reassurance about the nose. "Good--I wouldn't want to have to give up work just because of this." Days of lazing about did not sit well with him, and Isscer had no desire to be bored stiff. He nodded, glancing at the flitter as it settled on Talian's arm, trying to look for distinguishing marks so he would recognize it later. "I'll look forward to it, then," Isscer concluded, a genuine smile curling at the corners of his mouth. While he still did not feel quite at ease around Talian, this was a good start; time would only tell if Isscer would be able to forgive himself for abandoning the Healer like he had when Khaduceth had come into the picture, but at least he had told Talian he was sorry if nothing else.
Isscer sighed, shading a hand with a large, callused palm as he glanced skyward. The grumbling of his stomach was pressing, and he turned towards the Dining Hall, intent on finding something to slake his hunger.