19.Jan.12, 12:34 AM
This was bad. He tried to hold his uncertainty back, but as always, his emotions betrayed him. He was pitiful at hiding his emotions, and as such, he always cursed moments like this. What was the proper course of action, try to lie and fail?
No. He just cast her an apologetic frown. "I understand what you're saying about this place needing everything it can get..but to be perfectly honest, I don't think very highly of the dragonriders." He hated to say it, because he imagined it would make him an instant villain. Shards, he was even putting it mildly. Were he capable of anger, he'd probably be wishing the plague would come back and wipe them all out. He certainly didn't think he would ever forgive them. That's what made him saddest, though; their plight obviously called for desperate measures.
How is it that he had to be one of the casualties, though? There had to be a better way.
He'd hoped this wouldn't come up, but he couldn't just nod and smile at this girl and pretend to be pleased. He shrugged though, willing to let it go now that he'd been honest. "I'd give anything to go back home," he said. Even as he spoke, he considered the fact that he didn't have a whole lot to go home to. Well, except a few things...
He gave Lymsleia a look of helpless apology. "But on to other things. Gardening, you say? I...can't say that really strikes my interest, but I could always give it a try," he said shyly. "I guess I don't really know what strikes my interest, though." He didn't want to play in the dirt. Dirt caused infections. But it beat being alone, so he would give it a shot.
No. He just cast her an apologetic frown. "I understand what you're saying about this place needing everything it can get..but to be perfectly honest, I don't think very highly of the dragonriders." He hated to say it, because he imagined it would make him an instant villain. Shards, he was even putting it mildly. Were he capable of anger, he'd probably be wishing the plague would come back and wipe them all out. He certainly didn't think he would ever forgive them. That's what made him saddest, though; their plight obviously called for desperate measures.
How is it that he had to be one of the casualties, though? There had to be a better way.
He'd hoped this wouldn't come up, but he couldn't just nod and smile at this girl and pretend to be pleased. He shrugged though, willing to let it go now that he'd been honest. "I'd give anything to go back home," he said. Even as he spoke, he considered the fact that he didn't have a whole lot to go home to. Well, except a few things...
He gave Lymsleia a look of helpless apology. "But on to other things. Gardening, you say? I...can't say that really strikes my interest, but I could always give it a try," he said shyly. "I guess I don't really know what strikes my interest, though." He didn't want to play in the dirt. Dirt caused infections. But it beat being alone, so he would give it a shot.