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18.Feb.12, 12:59 AM
Talian managed a small but sincere smile. "I haven't been sleeping well," he replied truthfully. "Thank you for asking. I've had trouble sleeping well for most of my life, and this place is really..unfamiliar to me. Still," he said, elaborating just a bit for Erisi's benefit. Normally cold in such regards, the healer was slowly opening up to Erisi. Tal had a bad habit of providing minimal information. The fact that he was willing to elaborate for Erisi meant something in and of itself.
An uncharacteristic grin crossed his face, like he was trying to find humor in a place where there was none. "I can't get used to this place, Erisi," he admitted. Katila wasn't really no different from home. He was expected to do what he was told and live the life laid out for him either way. The only thing missing was an arranged marriage. His craft was selected for him and he was kept under a strict schedule. Here or there, it was all the same.
He frowned a bit, a sudden shift from his previous expression. He knew that wasn't entirely true. He'd finally manged to break the cycle back at home. He'd been free for the first time in his life, only to have the entire process start over. He was the bottom of the totem pole again. His past accomplishments, those which he spent his entire life focusing on, meant little to nothing. He was just another stolen candidate, and he wasn't able to accept it.
He snorted suddenly and changed topics. "...I'm looking for some herbs. The hall needs to be restocked..." he said.
An uncharacteristic grin crossed his face, like he was trying to find humor in a place where there was none. "I can't get used to this place, Erisi," he admitted. Katila wasn't really no different from home. He was expected to do what he was told and live the life laid out for him either way. The only thing missing was an arranged marriage. His craft was selected for him and he was kept under a strict schedule. Here or there, it was all the same.
He frowned a bit, a sudden shift from his previous expression. He knew that wasn't entirely true. He'd finally manged to break the cycle back at home. He'd been free for the first time in his life, only to have the entire process start over. He was the bottom of the totem pole again. His past accomplishments, those which he spent his entire life focusing on, meant little to nothing. He was just another stolen candidate, and he wasn't able to accept it.
He snorted suddenly and changed topics. "...I'm looking for some herbs. The hall needs to be restocked..." he said.
