04.Mar.12, 09:44 PM
Selfishness. He wondered self-consciously if she was referring to what he was afraid she was referring to. She seemed like she had the potential to be sharp-tongued and self-absorbed. Neither of those traits were the sort of thing to scare Tal away; his two best friends were sharp-tongued, self-absorbed and foul tempered as well. It did mean he should perhaps prepare for some claws to dig in, though.
Much to his surprise, they didn't. He was alarmed at first, but as the seconds passed, he realized that Breccan wasn't only leaving him be over the whole issue, but was happy to talk as if nothing had happened. Encouraged by this unexpected but welcomed turn of events, he flashed her a smile. It was more organic and less hollow than previous smiles. He remembered the ill mood he'd been in the first time he'd met Breccan. He'd been hurried and uncomfortable that day. He was still a pile of awkward, but less nervous, especially now that she didn't seem to have him in her crosshairs.
Tal didn't need approval. He was used to not having it. He was just tired of receiving the same lecture. How was he going to move on from his mistake if no one else did?
In spite of himself, he was flattered by the attention Breccan seemed willing to give him. Perhaps, he was learning slowly, attention wasn't so bad. Her little jabs rolled over him easily as he situated himself. "I never took any lessons on dragonhealing to speak of. I often wondered if it was covered in regular classes,' he said. He took a sip of klah. Undoubtedly he'd soon be back to drinking too much of the stuff. "I personally can't stand dragons," he said, eyes widening in a flash of discomfort, 'but they're awfully interesting. I've never done much work with any greenblooded creatures."
"Another healer I know was also talking about it one day. Lymsleia...nice girl." He imagined Breccan knew Lym on some level, so he didn't bother to explain. "Since there are so few books, perhaps we can find a way to split them up and rotate them so we all get to have a look. As far as I know, the Weyr has no proper dragonhealers....Shards, there are few enough of us at it is," he said. He took another long drink.
He cleared his throat a bit and masked his discomfort at the rasp. It was still terribly raw, but it was a small price to pay. How nice it was to be able to move again! He probably didn't need to exert himself too much, though. Perhaps after dinner he'd ask Breccan to prepare his medicine for him. He imagined Erisi and Valerian would stroke just at the sight of him out of bed!
Much to his surprise, they didn't. He was alarmed at first, but as the seconds passed, he realized that Breccan wasn't only leaving him be over the whole issue, but was happy to talk as if nothing had happened. Encouraged by this unexpected but welcomed turn of events, he flashed her a smile. It was more organic and less hollow than previous smiles. He remembered the ill mood he'd been in the first time he'd met Breccan. He'd been hurried and uncomfortable that day. He was still a pile of awkward, but less nervous, especially now that she didn't seem to have him in her crosshairs.
Tal didn't need approval. He was used to not having it. He was just tired of receiving the same lecture. How was he going to move on from his mistake if no one else did?
In spite of himself, he was flattered by the attention Breccan seemed willing to give him. Perhaps, he was learning slowly, attention wasn't so bad. Her little jabs rolled over him easily as he situated himself. "I never took any lessons on dragonhealing to speak of. I often wondered if it was covered in regular classes,' he said. He took a sip of klah. Undoubtedly he'd soon be back to drinking too much of the stuff. "I personally can't stand dragons," he said, eyes widening in a flash of discomfort, 'but they're awfully interesting. I've never done much work with any greenblooded creatures."
"Another healer I know was also talking about it one day. Lymsleia...nice girl." He imagined Breccan knew Lym on some level, so he didn't bother to explain. "Since there are so few books, perhaps we can find a way to split them up and rotate them so we all get to have a look. As far as I know, the Weyr has no proper dragonhealers....Shards, there are few enough of us at it is," he said. He took another long drink.
He cleared his throat a bit and masked his discomfort at the rasp. It was still terribly raw, but it was a small price to pay. How nice it was to be able to move again! He probably didn't need to exert himself too much, though. Perhaps after dinner he'd ask Breccan to prepare his medicine for him. He imagined Erisi and Valerian would stroke just at the sight of him out of bed!