23.Dec.13, 08:20 PM
If anything, S'cer was pleased that T'lian responded sharply back; he was even more weary of others' pity than he was of the healer business. Quelseth was surprisingly strong-willed and she wasn't happy necessarily that S'cer tended to panic over every little sickness; the little green was a fighter, though it was not evident by simply looking at her. They as a pair didn't need anyone's pity, and despite Quelseth's proneness for catching the slightest cold, they were managing to make it through their weyrling lessons well enough.
S'cer's stubbornness had often been cited as one of the most difficult obstacles when he had been forced to collaborate as a Journeyman with other Farmcrafters. It hadn't abated now; there were sharp edges to him that most didn't suspect. He watched T'lian's face as it shifted from slightly stunned to a scowl, and S'cer automatically assumed the worst--he didn't want to come. A retort was there on the tip of his tongue, jaw working as he clenched and unclenched his teeth, because S'cer just didn't invite anyone to his home. How rude of him!
But T'lian assented, and it left S'cer shocked. It surely showed on his face, the fleeting widening of his eyes, before he looked away, offended anger dissipating. The riding leathers were hot, almost unbearably so in the southern heat, and S'cer wanted nothing more than to have the opportunity to strip them off. Never mind the fact that they were streaked with mud, for it felt like he was over-heating, and he couldn't quite look at T'lian without feeling ashamed of himself, for being so stupid.
Perhaps all I do is push people away.
S'cer could feel Quelseth in his mind, the warm mothering comfort of her love for him, and some days it was almost too much. He knew that no matter what she said, there was a part of him that had been so severely damaged by his Stealing that S'cer doubted he could ever fully trust again, let alone maintain a friendship like a normal human. "Good," he managed after a moment, too gruff and horribly pathetic because of it, falling silent as he observed Khaduceth finishing off his meal.
S'cer's stubbornness had often been cited as one of the most difficult obstacles when he had been forced to collaborate as a Journeyman with other Farmcrafters. It hadn't abated now; there were sharp edges to him that most didn't suspect. He watched T'lian's face as it shifted from slightly stunned to a scowl, and S'cer automatically assumed the worst--he didn't want to come. A retort was there on the tip of his tongue, jaw working as he clenched and unclenched his teeth, because S'cer just didn't invite anyone to his home. How rude of him!
But T'lian assented, and it left S'cer shocked. It surely showed on his face, the fleeting widening of his eyes, before he looked away, offended anger dissipating. The riding leathers were hot, almost unbearably so in the southern heat, and S'cer wanted nothing more than to have the opportunity to strip them off. Never mind the fact that they were streaked with mud, for it felt like he was over-heating, and he couldn't quite look at T'lian without feeling ashamed of himself, for being so stupid.
Perhaps all I do is push people away.
S'cer could feel Quelseth in his mind, the warm mothering comfort of her love for him, and some days it was almost too much. He knew that no matter what she said, there was a part of him that had been so severely damaged by his Stealing that S'cer doubted he could ever fully trust again, let alone maintain a friendship like a normal human. "Good," he managed after a moment, too gruff and horribly pathetic because of it, falling silent as he observed Khaduceth finishing off his meal.