04.May.14, 06:30 PM
S'cer seemed agitated, and T'lian had absolutely no idea what to do. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, though. S'cert shared so many of T'lian's sentiments about the situation, and to find him here, aggravated and worrying his dragon to the point that she was bespeaking other people? Something must have really been wrong, and T'lian would have put money on exactly what it was. Too bad he had no idea how to approach the topic in a meaningful way, though!
How was he supposed to talk about it? It was no secret between them that they both held on to some bitterness., though they had different coping mechanisms. It also immediately stuck out to T'lian that the green dragon mentioned his self-harm. It didn't particularly bother him - in fact, he was more bothered by how little it bothered him than he was by the memory itself. Today, he was regretting upsetting B'jin far more than he regretted any pain he'd caused himself! He even went as far as to name one of his sharding flits after the plant he'd used. Was that in poor taste?
Shards, what should he do? Why was S'cer so quiet?
T'lian cleared his throat and tried again. "Um, your dragon is worried about you. She said you might want to talk to me. I hope I'm not bothering you." I sound like an idiot! He chewed on the inside of his cheek and looked around uncomfortably. "...Um...mind if I sit with you? I just..."
He glanced around and let out a weary sigh. "...I get it. I really do." There were plenty of times were he wished he'd had someone to talk to who didn't try to justify the whole thing. It didn't torment him like it once had, but he didn't now about S'cer, and he remembered that feeling well enough to hold sympathy. "...We can..talk if you need to?"
How was he supposed to talk about it? It was no secret between them that they both held on to some bitterness., though they had different coping mechanisms. It also immediately stuck out to T'lian that the green dragon mentioned his self-harm. It didn't particularly bother him - in fact, he was more bothered by how little it bothered him than he was by the memory itself. Today, he was regretting upsetting B'jin far more than he regretted any pain he'd caused himself! He even went as far as to name one of his sharding flits after the plant he'd used. Was that in poor taste?
Shards, what should he do? Why was S'cer so quiet?
T'lian cleared his throat and tried again. "Um, your dragon is worried about you. She said you might want to talk to me. I hope I'm not bothering you." I sound like an idiot! He chewed on the inside of his cheek and looked around uncomfortably. "...Um...mind if I sit with you? I just..."
He glanced around and let out a weary sigh. "...I get it. I really do." There were plenty of times were he wished he'd had someone to talk to who didn't try to justify the whole thing. It didn't torment him like it once had, but he didn't now about S'cer, and he remembered that feeling well enough to hold sympathy. "...We can..talk if you need to?"