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22.Aug.12, 08:24 PM
Truth be told he was far from being well enough to leave. But he would be the last one to admit it. Seeing Jada's emotions flow across her face, gave Sanderon a good idea of what she might be thinking. Who was this Jada person? Every moment that went by seemed to provide another tiny piece of the puzzle. Did he really care about how Jada felt right now or who she really was? Surprisingly the answer was yes. But again he would be the last to admit it. He did not want to be 'nice' right now. He wanted to pummel the world and roar out his raging defiance.
For now, he behaved. There was no reason for him to move and thus cause himself more pain. There was no reason to harm Jada. Not that he would want to anyway. He wasn't the type that would ever hurt a female. He cared about them too much. Should she turn and attack him though, he would have no reservations about defending himself against her. He seriously doubted Jada would do such a thing anyway. All the pieces of her character's puzzle that he had seen so far suggested a kind pillar of strength. Not a devious enemy.
Calming down slightly from his frustrated anger when she began speaking again, her comment about getting chased out with a spoon caused a surprising sound to come softly to his throat. It was silenced quickly but was unmistakeable. Even the twitch of his mouth suggested at the truth. He had chuckled.
Having caught himself chuckling even for the briefest of moments seemed like a betrayal to his family. He could not be happy here. He should not smile. He should not find humor even in the littlest of things. Life without his parents and his two brothers was not suppose to be good. Turning his face down to look upon the wrappings covering his wrist wounds, he gave a troubled sigh and just sat there looking unhappy again as Jada spoke.
He had just been tied like a dangerous beast in the midst of a crowd of people that really didn't care about him personally and tortured until he cried and screamed out his agony. How could he possibly chuckle now? Shaking his head just slightly at himself as he buried himself in his own mind, he missed some of what Jada said.
When he raised his eyes again and considered her, she was pouring fruit juice. Taking his own cup very carefully so as not to show his pain with the movement caused, he took a sip and closed his eyes for a brief moment as the cool taste comforted his throat. Opening them again he commented to Jada, "Well, I wasn't scraped."
Hearing her explain to him about how she wasn't 'technically' a Queen Rider yet but a weyrling, made a lot of things fall into place. Jada held no authority...at all. Not yet. So even if she were to tell someone to let him go, they probably wouldn't listen.
Looking into his juice glass and then over to the basket the promised good food, his gaze tried to search her own. He was truly confused and his expression hinted at it around his eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you here Jada? ...The truth please." His voice was low and surprisingly calm.
Whether she trusted him enough to tell him why she had come, even if it was just to be nice, or not tell him was totally up to her. He would be satisfied with a shrug at that point and leave it at that. But he did hope to be told. He did not know what to think of her yet. Was her act of generous kindness to be trusted? He had no idea and it made him uncomfortable.
Taking another sip of his juice, he moved the glass back over to the table next to him and kicked himself mentally when a slight cringe escaped his control. Don't show pain. He told himself for the millionth time since his capture. Be strong Sanderon.
For now, he behaved. There was no reason for him to move and thus cause himself more pain. There was no reason to harm Jada. Not that he would want to anyway. He wasn't the type that would ever hurt a female. He cared about them too much. Should she turn and attack him though, he would have no reservations about defending himself against her. He seriously doubted Jada would do such a thing anyway. All the pieces of her character's puzzle that he had seen so far suggested a kind pillar of strength. Not a devious enemy.
Calming down slightly from his frustrated anger when she began speaking again, her comment about getting chased out with a spoon caused a surprising sound to come softly to his throat. It was silenced quickly but was unmistakeable. Even the twitch of his mouth suggested at the truth. He had chuckled.
Having caught himself chuckling even for the briefest of moments seemed like a betrayal to his family. He could not be happy here. He should not smile. He should not find humor even in the littlest of things. Life without his parents and his two brothers was not suppose to be good. Turning his face down to look upon the wrappings covering his wrist wounds, he gave a troubled sigh and just sat there looking unhappy again as Jada spoke.
He had just been tied like a dangerous beast in the midst of a crowd of people that really didn't care about him personally and tortured until he cried and screamed out his agony. How could he possibly chuckle now? Shaking his head just slightly at himself as he buried himself in his own mind, he missed some of what Jada said.
When he raised his eyes again and considered her, she was pouring fruit juice. Taking his own cup very carefully so as not to show his pain with the movement caused, he took a sip and closed his eyes for a brief moment as the cool taste comforted his throat. Opening them again he commented to Jada, "Well, I wasn't scraped."
Hearing her explain to him about how she wasn't 'technically' a Queen Rider yet but a weyrling, made a lot of things fall into place. Jada held no authority...at all. Not yet. So even if she were to tell someone to let him go, they probably wouldn't listen.
Looking into his juice glass and then over to the basket the promised good food, his gaze tried to search her own. He was truly confused and his expression hinted at it around his eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why are you here Jada? ...The truth please." His voice was low and surprisingly calm.
Whether she trusted him enough to tell him why she had come, even if it was just to be nice, or not tell him was totally up to her. He would be satisfied with a shrug at that point and leave it at that. But he did hope to be told. He did not know what to think of her yet. Was her act of generous kindness to be trusted? He had no idea and it made him uncomfortable.
Taking another sip of his juice, he moved the glass back over to the table next to him and kicked himself mentally when a slight cringe escaped his control. Don't show pain. He told himself for the millionth time since his capture. Be strong Sanderon.
