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11.Dec.12, 11:42 PM
Talian could hardly believe what had just happened. He stared back at the other man disbelieving, his expression twisting from neutral discomfort to a sort of distantly offended, almost curious frown.
He was being...threatened?
Fellis creeled and plunged into Talian's shirt. The healer ignored him as he stepped forward, his curious eyes afire with disbelief and just a hint of anger. Talian was not an angry man; he was far more inclined to sorrow or offense when something spurred negativity in him. This, of course, was gravely offensive. Talian had been through a lot at Katila, however, and he was no longer keen on running away. He took a step closer and crossed his arms.
"I will do as I please," he said in a mellow tone, filled with self-assurance and his trademark stubbornness. "You do not own me, nor do these damnable dragonriders. Your beloved Weyrleader ruined my life, and yet I still risked my own to save his last night. Now, his successor is publicly humiliating me in his desperation to earn the Weyr's trust. I've been removed from the case, even though I'm fairly certain my own absence will cause the Weyrleader's death. "
Tal inhaled deeply, a mixture of anger and nervousness temporarily overtaking him. "Not to mention to numerous other crimes these dragonriders have committed against me." The weight in his tone was fitting, considering the memory he current entertained. It wasn't something he would ever share, but the anger and pain was visible in his eyes.
He spoke calmly, with only the faintest hint of anger, though there was a grave seriousness that seemed to overwhelm his previous nervousness and fear. "I will not be threatened on top of all that, sir. Not when I have done nothing wrong, neither to you or anyone else. Nor do I understand why you think I would do anything to harm you or Aparicus, even though you have both clearly come here with the intention of harming me. I would never do something to implicate an innocent person in a crime, and I find it insulting that you feel like you need to threaten me to prevent that."
He folded his arms across his chest and exhaled slowly. "Now that I've asked your question, please leave." He had no interest in talking to either of them, not when he was to be treated in such a way after being helpful...helpful, when he had no reason to be outside of his stupid, naive respect for human life. The Weyrleader deserved whatever befell him, but he was still a human being. How could any healer just let such a thing happen? Certainly not Talian.
He felt a knot forming in this throat. This day was too much.
He was being...threatened?
Fellis creeled and plunged into Talian's shirt. The healer ignored him as he stepped forward, his curious eyes afire with disbelief and just a hint of anger. Talian was not an angry man; he was far more inclined to sorrow or offense when something spurred negativity in him. This, of course, was gravely offensive. Talian had been through a lot at Katila, however, and he was no longer keen on running away. He took a step closer and crossed his arms.
"I will do as I please," he said in a mellow tone, filled with self-assurance and his trademark stubbornness. "You do not own me, nor do these damnable dragonriders. Your beloved Weyrleader ruined my life, and yet I still risked my own to save his last night. Now, his successor is publicly humiliating me in his desperation to earn the Weyr's trust. I've been removed from the case, even though I'm fairly certain my own absence will cause the Weyrleader's death. "
Tal inhaled deeply, a mixture of anger and nervousness temporarily overtaking him. "Not to mention to numerous other crimes these dragonriders have committed against me." The weight in his tone was fitting, considering the memory he current entertained. It wasn't something he would ever share, but the anger and pain was visible in his eyes.
He spoke calmly, with only the faintest hint of anger, though there was a grave seriousness that seemed to overwhelm his previous nervousness and fear. "I will not be threatened on top of all that, sir. Not when I have done nothing wrong, neither to you or anyone else. Nor do I understand why you think I would do anything to harm you or Aparicus, even though you have both clearly come here with the intention of harming me. I would never do something to implicate an innocent person in a crime, and I find it insulting that you feel like you need to threaten me to prevent that."
He folded his arms across his chest and exhaled slowly. "Now that I've asked your question, please leave." He had no interest in talking to either of them, not when he was to be treated in such a way after being helpful...helpful, when he had no reason to be outside of his stupid, naive respect for human life. The Weyrleader deserved whatever befell him, but he was still a human being. How could any healer just let such a thing happen? Certainly not Talian.
He felt a knot forming in this throat. This day was too much.
