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13.Sep.12, 09:42 AM
Bordtai had winced at his younger classmate’s sudden accusation of being a liar. It wasn’t so much that being called that bothered him as much as it was the way that she said it. She was annoyed, but what struck a cord more was that she was annoyed because she apparently seemed to care. Nobody ever cared one way or another, which was why it was so easy to make them believe the lies. People, especially adults, were willing to take the easy road even if it meant letting his simple lies and half-truths go. Just like they were quick to believe he was okay, they were just as quick to take his neglect to speak the truth about some error as confirmation that it had been HIS fault. How often did he become a scape goat just because it was easier and it kept him away from the worst of the bullies? Extra chores were easier than the beatings to endure.
Even the green rider’s words stung a little, but Bordtai had already given in to the small girl. He hated taking off the shirt that was four sizes too large for him – it was his protection from adult eyes; his protection from women’s complaints that he was underfed; protection from the crèche worker’s protests that he needed to learn to stand up for himself. Without that protection, he was nothing more than a punching bag that clearly skipped on meals simply to avoid certain individuals or find quieter areas when his headaches were occurring. When the headaches lasted for days, well he’d go quite a while with only a small bite to eat here and there and it showed.
He looked like a terrible piece of art, colored by a colorblind Weyrbrat. Old bruises of various ages and degrees mixed with those that were new. Thankfully, even the healer could see that none were worse than simple discoloring at a glance and the administration of the numbweed was over quickly. The man’s touch had been surprisingly light compared to some healers Bordtai had dealt with before. It was a nice change, but it didn’t stop the boy from pulling the shirt and it’s comforting security quickly back over his head.
Bordtai was listening to the quiet conversation and while he didn’t really care to speak up, he found himself taken aback by one of the healer’s statements. “You needed special teachers when you were little? But you’re a healer. Healers are smart.” He said with a slight wrinkle to his nose. He really refused to believe a dimglow might ever become a healer, special teachers or not.
When he mentioned the healing hall as a safe haven, Bordtai shrugged, making a point of not looking at the little girl in the room. He was finding it difficult to see her upset – for some reason it made him feel uneasy. “They ain’t so bad.” Pausing, he looked at his feet for a moment before deciding that he liked the healer who spoke to him like and adult and more importantly listened. “If… If I do hurt… Not saying that I will – “ he said pointedly, interrupting himself. “- can I come back to see you again?”
He had no intentions of coming back for his run-in’s with bullies, but instead he had his headaches in mind. If the healer promised no terrible drinks this time, maybe he had something else that would help them that also included nothing too nasty. It might be worth the try and might cheer up the little girl at the same time.
Even the green rider’s words stung a little, but Bordtai had already given in to the small girl. He hated taking off the shirt that was four sizes too large for him – it was his protection from adult eyes; his protection from women’s complaints that he was underfed; protection from the crèche worker’s protests that he needed to learn to stand up for himself. Without that protection, he was nothing more than a punching bag that clearly skipped on meals simply to avoid certain individuals or find quieter areas when his headaches were occurring. When the headaches lasted for days, well he’d go quite a while with only a small bite to eat here and there and it showed.
He looked like a terrible piece of art, colored by a colorblind Weyrbrat. Old bruises of various ages and degrees mixed with those that were new. Thankfully, even the healer could see that none were worse than simple discoloring at a glance and the administration of the numbweed was over quickly. The man’s touch had been surprisingly light compared to some healers Bordtai had dealt with before. It was a nice change, but it didn’t stop the boy from pulling the shirt and it’s comforting security quickly back over his head.
Bordtai was listening to the quiet conversation and while he didn’t really care to speak up, he found himself taken aback by one of the healer’s statements. “You needed special teachers when you were little? But you’re a healer. Healers are smart.” He said with a slight wrinkle to his nose. He really refused to believe a dimglow might ever become a healer, special teachers or not.
When he mentioned the healing hall as a safe haven, Bordtai shrugged, making a point of not looking at the little girl in the room. He was finding it difficult to see her upset – for some reason it made him feel uneasy. “They ain’t so bad.” Pausing, he looked at his feet for a moment before deciding that he liked the healer who spoke to him like and adult and more importantly listened. “If… If I do hurt… Not saying that I will – “ he said pointedly, interrupting himself. “- can I come back to see you again?”
He had no intentions of coming back for his run-in’s with bullies, but instead he had his headaches in mind. If the healer promised no terrible drinks this time, maybe he had something else that would help them that also included nothing too nasty. It might be worth the try and might cheer up the little girl at the same time.
