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04.Mar.12, 09:20 PM
Breccan was far too absorbed in her reading to notice Talian until he spoke. She looked up, startled and wide-eyed, blinking, and tried to recover herself. She recognized him immediately, though he looked a little off. Quickly, she found a welcoming smile for him. "Yes, thank you," she answered, warmed to the core of her at the mere thought of more information, "I'd appreciate it. They don't cover dragonhealing in the Hall so much these days. I guess I can forgive your selfishness if you really will let me borrow one." She was so pleased she nearly winked, but managed to hold herself in check. Good dinner company and books? Things could hardly get any better.
She was warmed again when he proved he remembered her name, though she was hardly shocked. He'd known it before even being properly introduced. If he'd forgotten it after meeting her, though, she would have been quite...something. Embarrassed? Displeased? Maybe even offended? Well, there was no point in dwelling on it. He'd remembered, and she, of course, remembered him. "Breccan indeed, and I assume you're still Talian?" she questioned facetiously. His sudden embarrassed scrutiny of his plate puzzled her. Did he think, perhaps, he had the wrong face for the name? She doubted he made those kinds of mistakes. Even she rarely confused identities, particularly when she'd spoken to someone previously.
No matter why he was embarrassed, she was going to have to say something soon, or risk increasing the sudden sense of discomfort. Commenting on the food was banal, and she'd rather avoid the weather for the same reasons. That pretty much left Healing; she didn't know much about him personally, so there wasn't a lot she could ask about. "Are there any official dragonhealers here?" she asked, wiping her hands carefully free of meatroll-grease. "I'd like to learn some things about it, but I wasn't sure who to ask. And I'm not sure if they'd even let me." She shrugged one shoulder and helped herself to a spoonful of stew. Mmm. Just as good as the meatrolls.
"The dragons, I mean," she clarified, "Surely they'd know I have absolutely no experience with them." She certainly wouldn't let a dragonhealer who'd never treated people just leap into action on her. It was almost certainly the same the other way around, right? "Have you ever had to treat one?" she wondered. What even befell dragons that required treatment? Perhaps wing-sprains or too-long toenails, like a canine. The image of Talian clipping some enormous dragon's toenails made her grin into her stew. Not likely. He didn't seem so comfortable with dragons, or perhaps he was just specifically uncomfortable with Grith. It wasn't an unreasonable attitude, despite Indivara and Par'a's assurances that she was a nice dragon. Anything with that much energy was bound to hurt someone at some point, good intentions or not.
She was warmed again when he proved he remembered her name, though she was hardly shocked. He'd known it before even being properly introduced. If he'd forgotten it after meeting her, though, she would have been quite...something. Embarrassed? Displeased? Maybe even offended? Well, there was no point in dwelling on it. He'd remembered, and she, of course, remembered him. "Breccan indeed, and I assume you're still Talian?" she questioned facetiously. His sudden embarrassed scrutiny of his plate puzzled her. Did he think, perhaps, he had the wrong face for the name? She doubted he made those kinds of mistakes. Even she rarely confused identities, particularly when she'd spoken to someone previously.
No matter why he was embarrassed, she was going to have to say something soon, or risk increasing the sudden sense of discomfort. Commenting on the food was banal, and she'd rather avoid the weather for the same reasons. That pretty much left Healing; she didn't know much about him personally, so there wasn't a lot she could ask about. "Are there any official dragonhealers here?" she asked, wiping her hands carefully free of meatroll-grease. "I'd like to learn some things about it, but I wasn't sure who to ask. And I'm not sure if they'd even let me." She shrugged one shoulder and helped herself to a spoonful of stew. Mmm. Just as good as the meatrolls.
"The dragons, I mean," she clarified, "Surely they'd know I have absolutely no experience with them." She certainly wouldn't let a dragonhealer who'd never treated people just leap into action on her. It was almost certainly the same the other way around, right? "Have you ever had to treat one?" she wondered. What even befell dragons that required treatment? Perhaps wing-sprains or too-long toenails, like a canine. The image of Talian clipping some enormous dragon's toenails made her grin into her stew. Not likely. He didn't seem so comfortable with dragons, or perhaps he was just specifically uncomfortable with Grith. It wasn't an unreasonable attitude, despite Indivara and Par'a's assurances that she was a nice dragon. Anything with that much energy was bound to hurt someone at some point, good intentions or not.
