02.Apr.12, 08:41 PM
Breccan smiled into her empty plate at his serious rejoinder, a few choice memories of Talerian in her own head. She really had never given any thought to the man being someone's father, though she'd known of course that Talian was his son. She could remember more than a couple of Apprentices breaking into tears under his careful ministration. She had no desire to try living with him, and still hadn't wrapped her mind around all the damage that man had probably done to Talian as a child. She'd tried her best to impress the man -the difficult ones were the sweetest victories- and had never managed, despite her dogged pursuit of perfection. Perhaps, though, he'd taught Talian not to seek approval from others quite so much, since it had been so hard to find from him.
She was happy to drop the Larrikith subject again, having never met the Green. It still astonished her that he could speak so well of B'jin in one breath and have such confused feelings about his dragon in the next; like he said, they were a package, a team. Odd, that. She wondered if this upcoming Clutch resulted in her Impression if he'd like her dragonet, then dismissed the idea. Of course he would, and if he didn't, well, they'd just have to grab time while the beast slept. She had no intentions of losing one of her few friends just because she Impressed.
It was her turn to be embarrassed; she knew precisely how much she would have sought his favor if they'd met back up North. Adoring fan hardly did it justice. She wondered briefly what the same old questions were, but she guessed they were along the same vein as the ones she wanted to ask: how'd you rank so quickly, how did you deal with the pressure, can you teach me to 'insert procedure here.' She managed not to blush, but was almost grateful she'd been snatched off to Southern. At least she hadn't been just one in another long line of people wanting to worship at the throne of Talian. The feeling passed, though. As pleased as she was to have met him, and as much as she enjoyed his company, she still would have been happier up North, and she guessed, if asked, he'd say the same. There wasn't too much Katila offered that competed with their former lives up North.
"I've probably lingered too long as well," she agreed, then flashed a smile, "But I'm still grabbing a bubbly pie on my way out. It was a pleasure, Talian."
After a moment, she gave him a second, almost-shy smile. "Thanks," she added, trying to encompass everything succinctly. Thanks for keeping me from another dinner sitting alone, thanks for listening to everything I had to say, thanks for saying you were glad to have caught me. Saying all of those things would have been uncomfortable, even unnecessary. She thought, perhaps, he understood.
A moment after he left, she also returned her dirty dishes and helped herself to a bubbly pie. They really were good here.
She was happy to drop the Larrikith subject again, having never met the Green. It still astonished her that he could speak so well of B'jin in one breath and have such confused feelings about his dragon in the next; like he said, they were a package, a team. Odd, that. She wondered if this upcoming Clutch resulted in her Impression if he'd like her dragonet, then dismissed the idea. Of course he would, and if he didn't, well, they'd just have to grab time while the beast slept. She had no intentions of losing one of her few friends just because she Impressed.
It was her turn to be embarrassed; she knew precisely how much she would have sought his favor if they'd met back up North. Adoring fan hardly did it justice. She wondered briefly what the same old questions were, but she guessed they were along the same vein as the ones she wanted to ask: how'd you rank so quickly, how did you deal with the pressure, can you teach me to 'insert procedure here.' She managed not to blush, but was almost grateful she'd been snatched off to Southern. At least she hadn't been just one in another long line of people wanting to worship at the throne of Talian. The feeling passed, though. As pleased as she was to have met him, and as much as she enjoyed his company, she still would have been happier up North, and she guessed, if asked, he'd say the same. There wasn't too much Katila offered that competed with their former lives up North.
"I've probably lingered too long as well," she agreed, then flashed a smile, "But I'm still grabbing a bubbly pie on my way out. It was a pleasure, Talian."
After a moment, she gave him a second, almost-shy smile. "Thanks," she added, trying to encompass everything succinctly. Thanks for keeping me from another dinner sitting alone, thanks for listening to everything I had to say, thanks for saying you were glad to have caught me. Saying all of those things would have been uncomfortable, even unnecessary. She thought, perhaps, he understood.
A moment after he left, she also returned her dirty dishes and helped herself to a bubbly pie. They really were good here.