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17.Jan.12, 01:33 AM
Talian dodged past one of his fellow healers, muttering a wispy and only barely-audible apology, before stepping through the door and out into the summer sunshine.
Ah, it was a lovely day. The heat of the day hadn’t quite arrived, leaving the outside world warm and bright, though not yet punishing. This was Talian’s second favorite time of day, after the midnight stars of course. It was a slow day too, affording him a little bit of time to get out of the hall and walk around before his midday meal.
Slowly, the young man was allowing himself such small pleasures. He was still far from happy. He didn’t imagine he ever would be. But on a morning like this, filled with the sights, sounds and smells of a perfect summer morning, it was possible to get away from his problems for at least a few minutes.
He sighed happily and put his hands in his pockets as he wandered away from the building. He’d learned his way around in his brief time here, less due to wandering and more due to his perfect memory. The weyr was laid out logically enough, though he rarely found any reason to go anywhere other than the healing hall and the dining hall.
He paused and ran his fingers through his coppery brown hair. There was the offhanded fear that some sort of serious incident may happen at the hall and he would be needed. That was enough to cause him to hesitate, pausing awkwardly in the middle of the grass in front of the hall. He cut his eyes towards the building, wondering if he needed to go back…
Nah, it would be fine. Ideally, this place could go without him forever. Surely they could go one morning.
And so he resumed walking, his eyes downcast and his face bearing an almost shameful expression. He’d always been a decisive and relatively driven young man. There was always a great purpose, a reason to progress…why did he feel so lost and isolated these days? Like he couldn’t make his own decisions?
He felt like a crumpled piece of paper tossed into the sea. It wouldn’t be so bad if he just felt like himself, but he didn’t. He couldn’t pull himself together, not even for a simple walk. This wasn’t good.
Ah, it was a lovely day. The heat of the day hadn’t quite arrived, leaving the outside world warm and bright, though not yet punishing. This was Talian’s second favorite time of day, after the midnight stars of course. It was a slow day too, affording him a little bit of time to get out of the hall and walk around before his midday meal.
Slowly, the young man was allowing himself such small pleasures. He was still far from happy. He didn’t imagine he ever would be. But on a morning like this, filled with the sights, sounds and smells of a perfect summer morning, it was possible to get away from his problems for at least a few minutes.
He sighed happily and put his hands in his pockets as he wandered away from the building. He’d learned his way around in his brief time here, less due to wandering and more due to his perfect memory. The weyr was laid out logically enough, though he rarely found any reason to go anywhere other than the healing hall and the dining hall.
He paused and ran his fingers through his coppery brown hair. There was the offhanded fear that some sort of serious incident may happen at the hall and he would be needed. That was enough to cause him to hesitate, pausing awkwardly in the middle of the grass in front of the hall. He cut his eyes towards the building, wondering if he needed to go back…
Nah, it would be fine. Ideally, this place could go without him forever. Surely they could go one morning.
And so he resumed walking, his eyes downcast and his face bearing an almost shameful expression. He’d always been a decisive and relatively driven young man. There was always a great purpose, a reason to progress…why did he feel so lost and isolated these days? Like he couldn’t make his own decisions?
He felt like a crumpled piece of paper tossed into the sea. It wouldn’t be so bad if he just felt like himself, but he didn’t. He couldn’t pull himself together, not even for a simple walk. This wasn’t good.
