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10.Dec.12, 06:36 PM
Fellis peeped, burying his snout into Talian's chest as the weird tiny human looked back at them. Tal kept stroking the creature with one thin hand, focusing his thoughts on reassuring the little beast. It was amazing the difference that keeping himself calm could have on his little friend!
"Unwell," Talian replied to the question, his voice light and gentle in spite of the dour undertones. He shook his head slowly. How could he be anything but unwell? He'd been accused, albeit informally, of murdering the man he'd saved only hours before such an accusation appeared! It irritated Talian, it insulted him, and initially it had frightened him as well. As days went on and no one approached him to arrest or murder him, though, he gradually became less frightened and more frustrated.
He wasn't there to defend himself, though. He just frowned slowly and instead chose to retain his quiet dignity regarding the situation. "But not so unwell that I don't survive."
He slowly looked towards the window. He'd heard a rumor that earlier, D'ren had woken from his drugged state long enough to groan that Ronarth was in pain. A passing glance revealed that no one had yet treated the dragon's wounds. He'd been cleaned up a bit the first day, but his hide remained openly torn. Talian wasn't allowed to deal with it, but as much as he disliked the Weyrleader, he hated to see that. Talian was no longer content to see a dragon in pain since meeting his little friend Fellis.
"Unwell," Talian replied to the question, his voice light and gentle in spite of the dour undertones. He shook his head slowly. How could he be anything but unwell? He'd been accused, albeit informally, of murdering the man he'd saved only hours before such an accusation appeared! It irritated Talian, it insulted him, and initially it had frightened him as well. As days went on and no one approached him to arrest or murder him, though, he gradually became less frightened and more frustrated.
He wasn't there to defend himself, though. He just frowned slowly and instead chose to retain his quiet dignity regarding the situation. "But not so unwell that I don't survive."
He slowly looked towards the window. He'd heard a rumor that earlier, D'ren had woken from his drugged state long enough to groan that Ronarth was in pain. A passing glance revealed that no one had yet treated the dragon's wounds. He'd been cleaned up a bit the first day, but his hide remained openly torn. Talian wasn't allowed to deal with it, but as much as he disliked the Weyrleader, he hated to see that. Talian was no longer content to see a dragon in pain since meeting his little friend Fellis.
