01.Dec.13, 08:22 PM
Quelseth had a cough? She was sick again? Poor dear. Tal always felt a little lingering sense of sympathy for S'cer, who was so like himself in so many ways, but also had to deal with the worry that came with a sickly dragon. Tal was honestly amazed that the other young man handled it so well. Before the hatching, S'cer had been awfully bitter and negative, something that T'lian wholeheartedly empathized with. After? He seemed so much brighter and happier, even with this new fear.
Tal was happier himself, but he didn't actively realize it. He was quieter and less outwardly cheerful about it, so something about it didn't click in his head. So instead, he just marveled at it for a moment...to the point that he spaced out.
"Oh! Um..." Khaduceth filled in the blanks so T'lian could continue. "...It's not so much that we can't fly as we don't like to..." he explained awkwardly. Wow, that sounded terrible. "Well, it's not that I don't like him, I just get a little sick, and I'm not very good at balance...not as bad as it sounds, though!"
The young brownrider paused and wrinkled his nose. He was rattling, and he realized at once that the longer he kept trying to clarify himself, the more pathetic he would sound. He wasn't even sure how to elegantly make his point now! He and Khaduceth weren't even the worst in their class. They weren't spectacularly bad, they were just...boringly bad. There was nothing flashy or amusing about their failings, they were just solidly below average. It was infuriating, really.
Feeling a little silly, the healer forced a laugh and then smiled. The smile was much more genuine. "...I'm rescuing you, am I? That's new. Normally I'm the one being rescued," he said with amusement.
Tal was happier himself, but he didn't actively realize it. He was quieter and less outwardly cheerful about it, so something about it didn't click in his head. So instead, he just marveled at it for a moment...to the point that he spaced out.
"Oh! Um..." Khaduceth filled in the blanks so T'lian could continue. "...It's not so much that we can't fly as we don't like to..." he explained awkwardly. Wow, that sounded terrible. "Well, it's not that I don't like him, I just get a little sick, and I'm not very good at balance...not as bad as it sounds, though!"
The young brownrider paused and wrinkled his nose. He was rattling, and he realized at once that the longer he kept trying to clarify himself, the more pathetic he would sound. He wasn't even sure how to elegantly make his point now! He and Khaduceth weren't even the worst in their class. They weren't spectacularly bad, they were just...boringly bad. There was nothing flashy or amusing about their failings, they were just solidly below average. It was infuriating, really.
Feeling a little silly, the healer forced a laugh and then smiled. The smile was much more genuine. "...I'm rescuing you, am I? That's new. Normally I'm the one being rescued," he said with amusement.