16.Feb.12, 08:01 PM
Talian sighed as he approached the familiar hut. He imagined a dragonrider would have been willing to give him a lift, but he still couldn't bring himself to associate with them any more than he had to, least of all ask them for favors that would indebt them to him. He'd spent an entire season at Katila now and he was no closer to trusting the dragonriders or adjusting to his new, unwanted life. He drug his feet, weary from the long walk, though the morning was mercifully cool. He could feel the season changing.
He approached with caution. If Larrikith was in her little portion of the hut, he couldn't see her. That was a good start. Talian felt a twinge of guilt as he approached and knocked on the door. He'd promised B'jin a breakfast some time ago, but he'd never gotten around to it. On the mornings he was both free and could be bothered to get out of bed, B'jin was busy. Tal didn't care for the scheduling. He felt like his talents would be better spent as a healer than trudging through those miserable, military-esque lessons and chore regiments; especially since he wasn't even going to stand. That was the most recent news he had, in any case. He was fine with that, too. A dragon was just another thing to take his life from him.
He was still looking forward to the meeting. He hadn't spoken one on one with B'jin in a while, and well, he was lonely. He liked B'jin, even though he knew he should not. He also had a lot on his mind and wasn't sure who else to vent it to.
Talian stood there quietly for a moment before recalling one important detail. Just let yourself in the greenrider has said. A privilege indeed. He nervously clutched the doorknob and inched the door open just enough for this thin body to pass through. "B'jin?" he whispered, eyes widening as he glanced around the hut. He realized he'd barely heard himself. He cleared his throat and tried again. "B'jin?" he called out meekly.
He approached with caution. If Larrikith was in her little portion of the hut, he couldn't see her. That was a good start. Talian felt a twinge of guilt as he approached and knocked on the door. He'd promised B'jin a breakfast some time ago, but he'd never gotten around to it. On the mornings he was both free and could be bothered to get out of bed, B'jin was busy. Tal didn't care for the scheduling. He felt like his talents would be better spent as a healer than trudging through those miserable, military-esque lessons and chore regiments; especially since he wasn't even going to stand. That was the most recent news he had, in any case. He was fine with that, too. A dragon was just another thing to take his life from him.
He was still looking forward to the meeting. He hadn't spoken one on one with B'jin in a while, and well, he was lonely. He liked B'jin, even though he knew he should not. He also had a lot on his mind and wasn't sure who else to vent it to.
Talian stood there quietly for a moment before recalling one important detail. Just let yourself in the greenrider has said. A privilege indeed. He nervously clutched the doorknob and inched the door open just enough for this thin body to pass through. "B'jin?" he whispered, eyes widening as he glanced around the hut. He realized he'd barely heard himself. He cleared his throat and tried again. "B'jin?" he called out meekly.