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31.Aug.12, 09:04 PM
Talian could remember his first night on the island. He remembered curling helplessly under his bedsheets, body trembling and chest heaving, though he was unable to cry. He hadn't been much of a crier in his past life. Inward emotions were one thing, but physical expressions were difficult. They brought him father down on him and they made him seem weak in front of his peers. He didn't necessarily care about his reputation, but he did care about making himself a target. Even on that fight night, when his world was crumbling around him, he couldn't find it in him to cry.
As he stepped onto the island for the second time, he actually found he was in much more danger of shedding tears. He hated this place. It dragged up all the memories he wanted to repress forever, things he'd already dedicated far too many sleepless nights to. He sighed and turned back to the dragonrider who stood behind him. "Thank you," Talian said, more icily than he intended. He kept his composure and kept his chin up, strength born purely of resignation. He could lash out at the bluerider all he wanted. He could pitch a fit at having to come to the island or ride that ugly dragon. Neither would do him any good, though.
If there was one thing Talian understood these days, it was his own helplessness. Besides, he did have a job to do. It was a shame Katila lacked a proper mindhealer, for Talian was probably the least comfortable in this particular position. That designation once went to prenatal care, but he'd made a point of brushing up when he feared Fiora was pregnant. Of course, Tal had devoured any number of manuals and pamphlets on mindhealing when he was still a student, and naturally he remembered them all. Being a prodigy had it's uses, even if he did feel like he'd hit a wall in term of his career and growth. He hadn't learned a damn thing in over a turn now. At this rate, the rest of the sharding world was going to catch up and he wasn't going to have anything going for him.
He was a surgeon, not a shrink. But at least he could give Sanderon what he wished he'd had just a little over a turn before.
Talian walked down the familiar hallways, clutching the vase of flowers given to him by Aparicus. There was also a note, but he kept it buried in his pocket, intending to give it to Sanderon right before leaving so the contents wouldn't distract the patient. I'shan walked close behind, and Talian tried his best to ignore him. Before J'ver, Tal would have cringed before the rider and tried to keep his distance, but he no longer saw the point. If I'shan wanted to hurt him, he simply would. He'd proven that by ruining Erisi's life...Erisi, Talian's best friend.
Sanderon could forgive the bluerider all he wanted, but Talian never would. He suspected I'shan could sense it, too. The bluerider seemed almost nervous.
The door was unlocked, and Talian stepped inside. "Leave us, please," he whispered to I'shan. He knew the bluerider had been working hard to care for Sanderon. A brief interview at the healer hall had revealed that. I'shan had been washing the boy's clothes, cooking his meals, and in one particular event, cleaning his urine off of the walls. The rider seemed dedicated to fixing it all, but Talian wasn't willing to make comment on his sincerity. All he cared about was the facts; I'shan had seen rapidly shifting emotions in the patient, including rage fits and conversational mood swings. Physically, however, he was healthy. Good start.
The door closed and locked. Talian would have been nervous, but he knew the dragonrider was right outside. Talian turned to Sanderon, offering a meek smile, before setting his bag down. "A young lady asked me to bring these flowers to you," Talian said. "Where would you like them?"
As he stepped onto the island for the second time, he actually found he was in much more danger of shedding tears. He hated this place. It dragged up all the memories he wanted to repress forever, things he'd already dedicated far too many sleepless nights to. He sighed and turned back to the dragonrider who stood behind him. "Thank you," Talian said, more icily than he intended. He kept his composure and kept his chin up, strength born purely of resignation. He could lash out at the bluerider all he wanted. He could pitch a fit at having to come to the island or ride that ugly dragon. Neither would do him any good, though.
If there was one thing Talian understood these days, it was his own helplessness. Besides, he did have a job to do. It was a shame Katila lacked a proper mindhealer, for Talian was probably the least comfortable in this particular position. That designation once went to prenatal care, but he'd made a point of brushing up when he feared Fiora was pregnant. Of course, Tal had devoured any number of manuals and pamphlets on mindhealing when he was still a student, and naturally he remembered them all. Being a prodigy had it's uses, even if he did feel like he'd hit a wall in term of his career and growth. He hadn't learned a damn thing in over a turn now. At this rate, the rest of the sharding world was going to catch up and he wasn't going to have anything going for him.
He was a surgeon, not a shrink. But at least he could give Sanderon what he wished he'd had just a little over a turn before.
Talian walked down the familiar hallways, clutching the vase of flowers given to him by Aparicus. There was also a note, but he kept it buried in his pocket, intending to give it to Sanderon right before leaving so the contents wouldn't distract the patient. I'shan walked close behind, and Talian tried his best to ignore him. Before J'ver, Tal would have cringed before the rider and tried to keep his distance, but he no longer saw the point. If I'shan wanted to hurt him, he simply would. He'd proven that by ruining Erisi's life...Erisi, Talian's best friend.
Sanderon could forgive the bluerider all he wanted, but Talian never would. He suspected I'shan could sense it, too. The bluerider seemed almost nervous.
The door was unlocked, and Talian stepped inside. "Leave us, please," he whispered to I'shan. He knew the bluerider had been working hard to care for Sanderon. A brief interview at the healer hall had revealed that. I'shan had been washing the boy's clothes, cooking his meals, and in one particular event, cleaning his urine off of the walls. The rider seemed dedicated to fixing it all, but Talian wasn't willing to make comment on his sincerity. All he cared about was the facts; I'shan had seen rapidly shifting emotions in the patient, including rage fits and conversational mood swings. Physically, however, he was healthy. Good start.
The door closed and locked. Talian would have been nervous, but he knew the dragonrider was right outside. Talian turned to Sanderon, offering a meek smile, before setting his bag down. "A young lady asked me to bring these flowers to you," Talian said. "Where would you like them?"
