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21.Mar.12, 07:46 PM
The Breccan of a few months ago would have cringed at that expression on Talian's face, anticipating his disappointment and drowning in her own desperate response, her need to make him believe she could do better. Now's Breccan simply watched and waited, feeling a flutter in her chest that was almost unrecognizable as that old feeling simply because it was so much smaller. She didn't want to disappoint anyone, and still lived for praise, but something had changed. Perhaps it was only because, realistically, she knew she could hardly have known to try and chum up to her old Master so she could explain his deepest thoughts to his son on a different continent in the future. Or perhaps she really was changing. Huh.
She simply nodded, some of that anxious fluttering soothed by his reassurance that it was alright, though not all. She nearly spilled out some comment about Talerian's general unpleasantness, but managed to head off her mouth at the pass. Whatever his relationship was with his father -and it had to be odd- it was his business. Her own father, though a competent Lord, was just a randy old man who'd been beguiled and then thoroughly dominated by a seventeen-turn girl. Her private thoughts on that matter were her business, for example. It was interesting to watch him react so physically to the knowledge his father had noticed he was stolen. Noticed was the least she'd expect; she couldn't imagine reacting so positively to anything short of a tearful confession of love. Interesting indeed.
She toyed with her food. By now the stew was chilling and almost finished; what remained in the bowl wasn't worth bothering with. The meatrolls were long gone, but she thought she could manage a sweet of some variety, if they were up for grabs. Considering, her eyes turned towards the kitchens. Faranth, she needed to befriend a pastry-maker. There was a goal for a rainy day.
A little belatedly, she realized how long the silence had stretched, and glanced surreptitiously up through her eyelashes to see what he was doing. Talian was nonchalantly finishing up his drink, to all appearances completely unaware that they'd just been sitting there, not even looking at one another, for at least a minute and a half, maybe as many as three. She didn't feel awkward, though she knew she probably should. In her own way, Breccan was as confused by social protocol as Talian. Unlike him, she'd made it her business to know which were the correct responses for what, so that she'd never feel off-balance during a conversation. She disliked that particular emotion. If she could help it, she wanted to be prepared for things.
When he did speak, she flashed him an amused smile, the emotion reflected in her grey eyes. She did like Talian. Perhaps it was just that he was so different from most of the people she'd ever met, though similar enough to interact with. More or less. "The past is a quiet place," she answered readily, assuming he'd been musing over his father or something similar from his lost former life.
Another smile out of him, and then something she hadn't expected. He'd seemed content enough to talk about himself and leave her out of things. For a moment, Breccan completely balked. The alarm on her face was all too visible, and then she found her feet. She laughed. "Faranth, Talian, for a moment I thought you were hitting on me," she grinned at him, "Not that that's horrifying, I just didn't...it was, ah, unexpected." She fumbled a little lamely in her explanation, not wanting him to be offended by whatever her expression had just been. Without a mirror, she couldn't be sure, but she could guess it hadn't been super positive.
What on Pern did he even want to know about her, and what for? She supposed that this was how friendship was supposed to work, with sharing and all that, but she'd found it much easier to just get people talking about themselves. By the time they were done they were so convinced you liked them you hardly even had to be friendly. How did you even start that conversation? 'Oh, I like walks on the beach?' Talian would have to push a little to get much out of her, and she was reasonably confident he wouldn't.
She simply nodded, some of that anxious fluttering soothed by his reassurance that it was alright, though not all. She nearly spilled out some comment about Talerian's general unpleasantness, but managed to head off her mouth at the pass. Whatever his relationship was with his father -and it had to be odd- it was his business. Her own father, though a competent Lord, was just a randy old man who'd been beguiled and then thoroughly dominated by a seventeen-turn girl. Her private thoughts on that matter were her business, for example. It was interesting to watch him react so physically to the knowledge his father had noticed he was stolen. Noticed was the least she'd expect; she couldn't imagine reacting so positively to anything short of a tearful confession of love. Interesting indeed.
She toyed with her food. By now the stew was chilling and almost finished; what remained in the bowl wasn't worth bothering with. The meatrolls were long gone, but she thought she could manage a sweet of some variety, if they were up for grabs. Considering, her eyes turned towards the kitchens. Faranth, she needed to befriend a pastry-maker. There was a goal for a rainy day.
A little belatedly, she realized how long the silence had stretched, and glanced surreptitiously up through her eyelashes to see what he was doing. Talian was nonchalantly finishing up his drink, to all appearances completely unaware that they'd just been sitting there, not even looking at one another, for at least a minute and a half, maybe as many as three. She didn't feel awkward, though she knew she probably should. In her own way, Breccan was as confused by social protocol as Talian. Unlike him, she'd made it her business to know which were the correct responses for what, so that she'd never feel off-balance during a conversation. She disliked that particular emotion. If she could help it, she wanted to be prepared for things.
When he did speak, she flashed him an amused smile, the emotion reflected in her grey eyes. She did like Talian. Perhaps it was just that he was so different from most of the people she'd ever met, though similar enough to interact with. More or less. "The past is a quiet place," she answered readily, assuming he'd been musing over his father or something similar from his lost former life.
Another smile out of him, and then something she hadn't expected. He'd seemed content enough to talk about himself and leave her out of things. For a moment, Breccan completely balked. The alarm on her face was all too visible, and then she found her feet. She laughed. "Faranth, Talian, for a moment I thought you were hitting on me," she grinned at him, "Not that that's horrifying, I just didn't...it was, ah, unexpected." She fumbled a little lamely in her explanation, not wanting him to be offended by whatever her expression had just been. Without a mirror, she couldn't be sure, but she could guess it hadn't been super positive.
What on Pern did he even want to know about her, and what for? She supposed that this was how friendship was supposed to work, with sharing and all that, but she'd found it much easier to just get people talking about themselves. By the time they were done they were so convinced you liked them you hardly even had to be friendly. How did you even start that conversation? 'Oh, I like walks on the beach?' Talian would have to push a little to get much out of her, and she was reasonably confident he wouldn't.
