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16.Oct.13, 12:18 AM
Tal wrapped both hands around Tansy, cradling her gently as he lifted her. The little queen looked at him with warmth, in spite of her confusion. The healer leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the nose, prompting her to begin purring softly in his arms. "If we were supposed to judge people based on their parents, I'd be screwed," he said with a nice dose of brazen informality, followed by a dismissive snort. Tansy chirped, as if in agreement. Only Fellis seemed disturbed, but T'lian assumed it came from lack of petting before anything else. The little blue pawed at him, wondering why Tansy got a kiss and he didn't. Tal responded by shushing him, and as soon as the little dear complied, the healer shifted Tansy onto his shoulder and picked Fellis up instead. Share the love!
T'lian looked back to Val, smiling softly at the harper's idea. "I might do that," he muttered warily, eyes flashing with both interest and fear. Tal didn't like to think he was still afraid of J'ver, but he knew himself well enough to know that a real conflict might bring it out of him. J'ver's attack had filled the already-troubled young man with fear and a sense of helplessness, but in it's wake, he'd also come to realize that he was tough enough to slog through whatever he needed to. He'd made it, and while he would stand proud over that fact every day, he wasn't so sure if he wanted to shake the boat, so to speak.
It was a great idea, though. He hated wasting good ideas, let alone great ones. He laughed grimly. "I'm sure it would upset him. It would feel good, Val, but I hate to think what might happen if he decides it merits retaliation, you know? I'm not sure if starting a feud with a dragonrider is a good idea right now."
Pause. "...Well, a real dragonrider." He was a dragonrider, wasn't he? He was a baby, though. He was still a weyrling, and damned determined to get out of being a ranked fighter once he graduated. He would be a brownrider at least, in contrast to J'ver's green, but no among of color-privilege would save Tal from S'kef. He grimaced a little.
"Though I suppose something so simple as a 'thank you' is hard to interpret negatively," he reasoned, still thinking aloud as he approached every angle. He was in danger of over-thinking it, as he so often did. When Fellis chirped for attention again, he let it go for now and reached down to pet the creature. "...I just might do that, though. I wonder if he thinks I've figured it out or not? I have to wonder what the point was."
There were several possibilities, but Tal imagined it was a threat, first and foremost. Nice to know he was dangerous, he supposed? He couldn't imagine why anyone would think it, aside from perhaps the people who admired his refusal to cooperate. Tal had to admit that it felt good sometimes, even if his refusal was much quieter and more subtle these days.
He smiled at Val again. "Either way, I think think little girl won out," he said, making a light joke at J'ver's expense. He held one arm out, watching in amusement as Tansy mirrored his action by standing on his shoulder and fanning her wings. "Good girl."
The healer relaxed, sinking back into his seat. Now that the unpleasantness was dealt with, he couldn't help but slide into old habits. He didn't like small talk, at least not with most people, but damn he'd missed his friend. "How are you, Val? I know it's only been a few weeks, but I feel like I never see you."
T'lian looked back to Val, smiling softly at the harper's idea. "I might do that," he muttered warily, eyes flashing with both interest and fear. Tal didn't like to think he was still afraid of J'ver, but he knew himself well enough to know that a real conflict might bring it out of him. J'ver's attack had filled the already-troubled young man with fear and a sense of helplessness, but in it's wake, he'd also come to realize that he was tough enough to slog through whatever he needed to. He'd made it, and while he would stand proud over that fact every day, he wasn't so sure if he wanted to shake the boat, so to speak.
It was a great idea, though. He hated wasting good ideas, let alone great ones. He laughed grimly. "I'm sure it would upset him. It would feel good, Val, but I hate to think what might happen if he decides it merits retaliation, you know? I'm not sure if starting a feud with a dragonrider is a good idea right now."
Pause. "...Well, a real dragonrider." He was a dragonrider, wasn't he? He was a baby, though. He was still a weyrling, and damned determined to get out of being a ranked fighter once he graduated. He would be a brownrider at least, in contrast to J'ver's green, but no among of color-privilege would save Tal from S'kef. He grimaced a little.
"Though I suppose something so simple as a 'thank you' is hard to interpret negatively," he reasoned, still thinking aloud as he approached every angle. He was in danger of over-thinking it, as he so often did. When Fellis chirped for attention again, he let it go for now and reached down to pet the creature. "...I just might do that, though. I wonder if he thinks I've figured it out or not? I have to wonder what the point was."
There were several possibilities, but Tal imagined it was a threat, first and foremost. Nice to know he was dangerous, he supposed? He couldn't imagine why anyone would think it, aside from perhaps the people who admired his refusal to cooperate. Tal had to admit that it felt good sometimes, even if his refusal was much quieter and more subtle these days.
He smiled at Val again. "Either way, I think think little girl won out," he said, making a light joke at J'ver's expense. He held one arm out, watching in amusement as Tansy mirrored his action by standing on his shoulder and fanning her wings. "Good girl."
The healer relaxed, sinking back into his seat. Now that the unpleasantness was dealt with, he couldn't help but slide into old habits. He didn't like small talk, at least not with most people, but damn he'd missed his friend. "How are you, Val? I know it's only been a few weeks, but I feel like I never see you."
