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06.Dec.12, 03:36 AM
Talian was unimpressed by Nejerc's observations, as they all seemed immediately obvious to him. He reminded himself, however, that Nejerc was probably just thinking out loud as Talian himself had once habitually done. His expression remained flat and neutral. He listened, nodding slowly, and continued to cradle his nervous fire lizard.
"I don't know about Ronarth. I'm not a dragon-healer, and after tending to D'ren, I had to tend to myself," the healer explained. He frowned, expecting a negative response, and carefully extracted Fellis from his shirt. The fire lizard creeled sadly and quickly attached himself to the man's shoulder. His tail wrapped around
Talian's neck and he buried his snout in the healer's hair, as if trying to hide.
Tal unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back, revealing the neatly-stitched gash on his left shoulder. Fellis objected to the motion, but responded simply by pressing himself closer to Daddy's neck. Once the wound was visible, Talian waited a couple seconds before modestly sliding his shirt back into place and buttoning it back.
"I've treated dragons before, but only for minor lacerations and flight damage. I doubt they'll want me touching Ronarth, at any rate," he said. For the first time, a hint of bitterness rose up in his voice. He'd saved that man's life! Being removed was insulting, humiliating...and in all likelihood, was going to be the death of the poor man. Maybe someone else would step up. If not
Talian sighed and slumped onto his bed. He leaned into his palms and sighed, taking the moment to steady himself again. Shards, he was so tired! What was he going to do? What was he going to do if they accused him? What if the Weyrleader died because he wasn't allowed to work the case?
He shuddered for a moment, but he refused to let it overcome him. Not in front of these people, and not with Fellis already upset. Talian scowled to himself and pushed his fingers through his hair, brushing it back and looking wearily at the others.
"...The plant's effects are pretty well known after what happened with me last summer. I wouldn't say that the person responsible had any special knowledge so much as....was very thorough." It was easier to move back into the conversation than to let his emotions catch up to him. Focus on one thing at a time, Talian...
"I don't know about Ronarth. I'm not a dragon-healer, and after tending to D'ren, I had to tend to myself," the healer explained. He frowned, expecting a negative response, and carefully extracted Fellis from his shirt. The fire lizard creeled sadly and quickly attached himself to the man's shoulder. His tail wrapped around
Talian's neck and he buried his snout in the healer's hair, as if trying to hide.
Tal unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back, revealing the neatly-stitched gash on his left shoulder. Fellis objected to the motion, but responded simply by pressing himself closer to Daddy's neck. Once the wound was visible, Talian waited a couple seconds before modestly sliding his shirt back into place and buttoning it back.
"I've treated dragons before, but only for minor lacerations and flight damage. I doubt they'll want me touching Ronarth, at any rate," he said. For the first time, a hint of bitterness rose up in his voice. He'd saved that man's life! Being removed was insulting, humiliating...and in all likelihood, was going to be the death of the poor man. Maybe someone else would step up. If not
Talian sighed and slumped onto his bed. He leaned into his palms and sighed, taking the moment to steady himself again. Shards, he was so tired! What was he going to do? What was he going to do if they accused him? What if the Weyrleader died because he wasn't allowed to work the case?
He shuddered for a moment, but he refused to let it overcome him. Not in front of these people, and not with Fellis already upset. Talian scowled to himself and pushed his fingers through his hair, brushing it back and looking wearily at the others.
"...The plant's effects are pretty well known after what happened with me last summer. I wouldn't say that the person responsible had any special knowledge so much as....was very thorough." It was easier to move back into the conversation than to let his emotions catch up to him. Focus on one thing at a time, Talian...
