19.Jan.12, 01:05 AM
His eyes glazed over as she spoke about home-building. It might have seemed like he wasn't paying attention, were it not for the slight mistiness in his eyes which he quickly blinked away. "That's the thing, Lysmelia...That stuff doesn't matter to me. I don't think I'll ever forgive them for this. I don't want to be a part of any of this. I have to though, so...Well, I'm still alive. It didn't kill me." He was being optimistic, but only just. Yeah, being stolen hadn't killed him. He certainly wasn't living, though. "I certainly don't have any interest in Impressing a dragon."
Through all of this, his voice never broke a whisper.
Honestly, he didn't understand how anyone could want or enjoy this. How could anyone actually like these evil dragonriders? But it wasn't important to know the intricate hows and whys. All that mattered was that they did. He understood that they did, but he'd come to terms with his own inability to share their feelings. If they wanted to love dragons, let them. Let those people Impress the ugly things.
"I really don't want to talk about this," he said hastily. He paused briefly, having noticed in passing that she'd called him Tal; his old nickname. It was a logical enough shortening, so there wasn't anything special about it, but it had stuck out to him just the same. A coincidence, but a nice one..and a bit biting as well. "Heh.." he said softly. "My friend back at home used to call me that." He didn't make any more comments about gardening, but he continued to follow anyhow. Grapes were a better topic than dragonriders.
Through all of this, his voice never broke a whisper.
Honestly, he didn't understand how anyone could want or enjoy this. How could anyone actually like these evil dragonriders? But it wasn't important to know the intricate hows and whys. All that mattered was that they did. He understood that they did, but he'd come to terms with his own inability to share their feelings. If they wanted to love dragons, let them. Let those people Impress the ugly things.
"I really don't want to talk about this," he said hastily. He paused briefly, having noticed in passing that she'd called him Tal; his old nickname. It was a logical enough shortening, so there wasn't anything special about it, but it had stuck out to him just the same. A coincidence, but a nice one..and a bit biting as well. "Heh.." he said softly. "My friend back at home used to call me that." He didn't make any more comments about gardening, but he continued to follow anyhow. Grapes were a better topic than dragonriders.