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12.Dec.12, 08:00 AM
Relieved as Ronarth himself gave a rumble and taking note of the smile on the healer Nejerc relaxed slightly patting the large bronze again. He wanted the bronze to understand that Nejerc cared for him, no doubt not nearly as much as D'ren did, but still. With that thought Nejerc was slightly troubled a moment but pushed the thought away for later analyzing.
He listened attentively as the healer spoke healer information about what he wanted Nejerc got the simple jist of it, and watched as the healer began to work at applying it to the dragon. When the healer apologized and made room for Nejerc next to him he rose his eyebrows the only sign of his surprise, but he stepped next to the healer and copied his movements carefully and likely much slower in his inexperience with what was to be done in comparison to Talian who had probably done this many times, or something similar repeatedly.
“You need not apologize Talian.” He paused a moment thinking about it. “For anything.” He added his gaze not turning to the healer trying to focus on what he was doing so it was done properly, for Ronarth's sake. He would have normally apologized in return to Talian but he found he couldn't. He had meant what he said and could not take that back, perhaps he had gone about it the wrong way but Nejerc found an approach could not be backed up and retaken easily. He wouldn't retake what was said.
Clearly the healer had suffered being brought here but there wasn't anything that could be done about it. Certainly nothing that Nejerc himself could do about it. He had already given Talian leave to hate him, and leave to slander his name there was nothing else Nejerc could offer Talian to ease whatever had been done to him by others, or the lose of his northern home.
D'ren may have made mistakes but he'd only done what anyone could have done, if Nejerc had been in his position.... Well what would Talian himself have done if he had been in D'ren's shoes? It was something that maybe Nejerc should put to Talian to see if he could perhaps answer it in any fashion. Or if he would even understand how hard a choice it had likely been to even steal from the north for what they had needed to survive. What they had needed for the dragons to survive..
And yet here Nejerc was hinging on bets that he would never impress so he wouldn't have a dragon of his own yet he had stood on the sands many times and with increasing frequency of late... He wasn't any better than Talian, but at least he didn't take out his troubles on other people. Only on himself.
As he paused to stare at the wound on Ronarth he found that this was likely a horrible time to be having this internal conversation and should likely continue it later.. But Tsuen, and S'kef and really crossed a line here by over looking Ronarth as if he weren't even there. They were acting as if he'd already gone between... 'Those bastards'
He listened attentively as the healer spoke healer information about what he wanted Nejerc got the simple jist of it, and watched as the healer began to work at applying it to the dragon. When the healer apologized and made room for Nejerc next to him he rose his eyebrows the only sign of his surprise, but he stepped next to the healer and copied his movements carefully and likely much slower in his inexperience with what was to be done in comparison to Talian who had probably done this many times, or something similar repeatedly.
“You need not apologize Talian.” He paused a moment thinking about it. “For anything.” He added his gaze not turning to the healer trying to focus on what he was doing so it was done properly, for Ronarth's sake. He would have normally apologized in return to Talian but he found he couldn't. He had meant what he said and could not take that back, perhaps he had gone about it the wrong way but Nejerc found an approach could not be backed up and retaken easily. He wouldn't retake what was said.
Clearly the healer had suffered being brought here but there wasn't anything that could be done about it. Certainly nothing that Nejerc himself could do about it. He had already given Talian leave to hate him, and leave to slander his name there was nothing else Nejerc could offer Talian to ease whatever had been done to him by others, or the lose of his northern home.
D'ren may have made mistakes but he'd only done what anyone could have done, if Nejerc had been in his position.... Well what would Talian himself have done if he had been in D'ren's shoes? It was something that maybe Nejerc should put to Talian to see if he could perhaps answer it in any fashion. Or if he would even understand how hard a choice it had likely been to even steal from the north for what they had needed to survive. What they had needed for the dragons to survive..
And yet here Nejerc was hinging on bets that he would never impress so he wouldn't have a dragon of his own yet he had stood on the sands many times and with increasing frequency of late... He wasn't any better than Talian, but at least he didn't take out his troubles on other people. Only on himself.
As he paused to stare at the wound on Ronarth he found that this was likely a horrible time to be having this internal conversation and should likely continue it later.. But Tsuen, and S'kef and really crossed a line here by over looking Ronarth as if he weren't even there. They were acting as if he'd already gone between... 'Those bastards'
