01.Feb.12, 05:29 AM
Valerian suddenly found himself in a strange new position and he didn’t like it. Both men were picking on him? Since when had they decided to team up and needle him about everything that was potentially embarrassing? Actually, no, scratch that idea. Given the way Talian seemed to shrink back into himself after he was done with the clean up and earned a tongue lashing, there was no conceivable way he was saying anything malicious intentionally. The healer seemed like the sort that loved to learn, his nose in books and his social life in the negatives so he wouldn’t knowingly embarrass someone, especially a patient. In a way, the cluelessness was sort of cute.
Then what was Allendris’ excuse? Revenge, plain and simple. Given the way he took each jab like a champ which impressed Valerian, and had him continuing to tease the glass-smith because their repartee was fun, it was only natural that he would eventually land a good blow in return. So it was with only that brief gaping of the mouth at the shock of both men pointing out his flaws of the day that Valerian responded in truth and with as much dignity as he could muster while leaving himself on such display. “Yes, I fell as I made quick work of leaving the area where a pride and I were seconds away from being far too intimate for a first meeting, and no I do not have any further wounds nor do I wish to be drugged at this point in time.” Even though he had a sinking suspicion that being stitched up wasn’t going to be labelled as a fond memory and fun times.
Valerian paused only long enough to catch a breath and look over Talian yet again, fascinated how a man that held such confidence while performing his craft could simultaneously try to fade away and not have anyone converse with him or judge him. “You, however, look like you could use that glass of wine. And perhaps you have something for Allendris’ newly developed cough?”
Then what was Allendris’ excuse? Revenge, plain and simple. Given the way he took each jab like a champ which impressed Valerian, and had him continuing to tease the glass-smith because their repartee was fun, it was only natural that he would eventually land a good blow in return. So it was with only that brief gaping of the mouth at the shock of both men pointing out his flaws of the day that Valerian responded in truth and with as much dignity as he could muster while leaving himself on such display. “Yes, I fell as I made quick work of leaving the area where a pride and I were seconds away from being far too intimate for a first meeting, and no I do not have any further wounds nor do I wish to be drugged at this point in time.” Even though he had a sinking suspicion that being stitched up wasn’t going to be labelled as a fond memory and fun times.
Valerian paused only long enough to catch a breath and look over Talian yet again, fascinated how a man that held such confidence while performing his craft could simultaneously try to fade away and not have anyone converse with him or judge him. “You, however, look like you could use that glass of wine. And perhaps you have something for Allendris’ newly developed cough?”