26.Jan.12, 05:32 AM
Valerian’s gaze was on the healer but his attention remained split between the two men as he had no intentions of letting Allendris sneak in any comment that deserved some sort of reply with word or glare. But while the glass-smith likely fuming, silently of course, over allowing himself to be put in second place, a little extra attention on the man he hadn’t met before wouldn’t hurt. Except, what was there to say about the guy? He didn’t have any remarkable features though that didn’t make him unappealing to the eyes, yet Valerian knew that even his attention to details and his surroundings wouldn’t pick him out of a crowd. Then again, he wouldn’t be surprised if Talian worked at that particular skill given the way he dressed, spoke, and carried himself. It was like the man didn’t want to be seen and was only in the room because he did enjoy his profession and couldn’t let anyone injured pass him by without a thorough once over.
“I was out hunting,” Valerian answered the question and echo without hesitation since he wasn’t one to lie, although hedging the truth was sometimes unavoidable, and there wasn’t a way that he could conceive of that would make him look bad for obtaining such minor injuries while doing such a dangerous activity. “So you have me to thank for that duck you’ll be dining on later. Well, assuming you can move that far with such a well done tan.” That overexposure to the sun would be questioned soon enough but there was still a healer gently poking at his minor wounds and pointing out they were in need of a cleaning and since his well-being took priority over teasing someone, Valerian had to do some prioritizing.
“Anyway, healer, I will appreciate anything you can do for me but I generally prefer having a name to go with the hands running over my body.” He wasn’t particularly the flirty type but Valerian felt he had an eye for the type of comments that would fluster people and Talian seemed like he might run away shrieking at such a line, though it would suck if that did happen before being properly tended to.
“I was out hunting,” Valerian answered the question and echo without hesitation since he wasn’t one to lie, although hedging the truth was sometimes unavoidable, and there wasn’t a way that he could conceive of that would make him look bad for obtaining such minor injuries while doing such a dangerous activity. “So you have me to thank for that duck you’ll be dining on later. Well, assuming you can move that far with such a well done tan.” That overexposure to the sun would be questioned soon enough but there was still a healer gently poking at his minor wounds and pointing out they were in need of a cleaning and since his well-being took priority over teasing someone, Valerian had to do some prioritizing.
“Anyway, healer, I will appreciate anything you can do for me but I generally prefer having a name to go with the hands running over my body.” He wasn’t particularly the flirty type but Valerian felt he had an eye for the type of comments that would fluster people and Talian seemed like he might run away shrieking at such a line, though it would suck if that did happen before being properly tended to.