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20.Mar.12, 03:19 PM
What an evening.
Tal sighed and peeled his bloody gloves off, tossing them into a garbage bin before sighing and reaching for the mug of Klah that some apprentice had brought to him. Maybe being a Master wasn't so bad after all, he thought dourly.
Farlint was all right. Indivara was...in one piece. Both of them would live, and they'd probably both have a full recovery. There would be scars, though. The whole evening had been a mess, filled with blood and vomit and rage. Talian hated it. Blood and exposed bone didn't churn his stomach, but the raw negativity staining what was supposed to be a magical evening sure did.
So much for the charming legend of the dragonriders.
He sighed and turned from the hall, knowing he could do nothing else for his patients but let them sleep. There were others to tend to any immediate needs they might have.
Tal frowned and stepped outside in the cooling autumn air. He should have felt relieved and proud of himself for what he'd done. Instead, he just felt lonely. He knew who he needed to talk to. He just dreaded actually doing it.
Not B'jin. B'jin would undoubtedly be basking in the aftermath of the hatching. After all, one of his searchees had Impressed a bronze. A gold had hatched, too...something not even Talian could deny the importance of. B'jin deserved to enjoy his evening without being disturbed by his problematic, high-maintenance little ward. Let the dragonriders have their misguided fun...
Tal wanted to speak to Erisi. Tal's pessimistic nature took over, reminding him that this might be his last chance. He remembered how cold he'd felt when he saw Erisi with that little green hatchling. Too many things had changed for Tal in the past few months. He didn't want anything else to!
Maybe his mind was still sick.
By the time he'd sorted his thoughts out, he'd walked most of the way to the hatching circuit. It was fairly quiet. Many of the new hatchlings were sleeping, though some still shuffled about. Some of the new weyrlings were chattering among one another in hushed tones.
Tal crept into the barracks. It didn't take him long to find Erisi. The healer sucked in a deep breath and knocked on the door frame before sticking his head in.
"...Eri?"
It was still the same Eri, right?
Tal sighed and peeled his bloody gloves off, tossing them into a garbage bin before sighing and reaching for the mug of Klah that some apprentice had brought to him. Maybe being a Master wasn't so bad after all, he thought dourly.
Farlint was all right. Indivara was...in one piece. Both of them would live, and they'd probably both have a full recovery. There would be scars, though. The whole evening had been a mess, filled with blood and vomit and rage. Talian hated it. Blood and exposed bone didn't churn his stomach, but the raw negativity staining what was supposed to be a magical evening sure did.
So much for the charming legend of the dragonriders.
He sighed and turned from the hall, knowing he could do nothing else for his patients but let them sleep. There were others to tend to any immediate needs they might have.
Tal frowned and stepped outside in the cooling autumn air. He should have felt relieved and proud of himself for what he'd done. Instead, he just felt lonely. He knew who he needed to talk to. He just dreaded actually doing it.
Not B'jin. B'jin would undoubtedly be basking in the aftermath of the hatching. After all, one of his searchees had Impressed a bronze. A gold had hatched, too...something not even Talian could deny the importance of. B'jin deserved to enjoy his evening without being disturbed by his problematic, high-maintenance little ward. Let the dragonriders have their misguided fun...
Tal wanted to speak to Erisi. Tal's pessimistic nature took over, reminding him that this might be his last chance. He remembered how cold he'd felt when he saw Erisi with that little green hatchling. Too many things had changed for Tal in the past few months. He didn't want anything else to!
Maybe his mind was still sick.
By the time he'd sorted his thoughts out, he'd walked most of the way to the hatching circuit. It was fairly quiet. Many of the new hatchlings were sleeping, though some still shuffled about. Some of the new weyrlings were chattering among one another in hushed tones.
Tal crept into the barracks. It didn't take him long to find Erisi. The healer sucked in a deep breath and knocked on the door frame before sticking his head in.
"...Eri?"
It was still the same Eri, right?
