05.Sep.12, 01:20 AM
Talian smiled, just a little bit. "Almost everyone here is at least above average, from what I've gathered." Of course, that also had the effect of making above-average 'average', but Talian was slowly developing some level of social tact. Saying something like that hardly seemed fitting. Besides, then he'd have to go ahead and elaborate, explaining that hunting was still an uncommon skill and shards he was monogramming to himself again.
He realized there was a far better comment he could make. He smiled again. "You know, I met my best friend patching him up after a hunting expedition...They have people with no experience at all going off into the jungle in their nonsensical 'chore rotations'..." Really, the Katilan way of assigning work made no sense. Why not let people focus on what they were actually good at?
Bah, that was a sour subject. Tal just nodded as he listened, though his attention was briefly called by a bumping sound in the hallway. He wondered for a moment if someone had ben eavesdropping on them.
"I sympathize," he said at length. He often buried himself in his craft. It was all he had, in a lot of ways. He relaxed a bit in his seat as he thought about all the crowing the weyr had done over him when they found out he was a Master. That had been terrible, really. He'd hoped to escape that level of pressure, but at least it had earned him some special exemptions. Sometimes, having a master healer on staff was too important to make him do stupid things. Only sometimes, but sometimes was enough to make him feel like his knots were at least worth something.
"I wish I could go ahead and give you clearance, Sanderon. But my profession doesn't allow for personal bias. I hope you'll be feeling better soon, though. I can't imagine being disallowed to treat patients."
That was perhaps where his reputation had saved him the most; master healer, too valuable to cut of from work because of something silly like a suicide attempt. His face blanched at the thought.
He realized there was a far better comment he could make. He smiled again. "You know, I met my best friend patching him up after a hunting expedition...They have people with no experience at all going off into the jungle in their nonsensical 'chore rotations'..." Really, the Katilan way of assigning work made no sense. Why not let people focus on what they were actually good at?
Bah, that was a sour subject. Tal just nodded as he listened, though his attention was briefly called by a bumping sound in the hallway. He wondered for a moment if someone had ben eavesdropping on them.
"I sympathize," he said at length. He often buried himself in his craft. It was all he had, in a lot of ways. He relaxed a bit in his seat as he thought about all the crowing the weyr had done over him when they found out he was a Master. That had been terrible, really. He'd hoped to escape that level of pressure, but at least it had earned him some special exemptions. Sometimes, having a master healer on staff was too important to make him do stupid things. Only sometimes, but sometimes was enough to make him feel like his knots were at least worth something.
"I wish I could go ahead and give you clearance, Sanderon. But my profession doesn't allow for personal bias. I hope you'll be feeling better soon, though. I can't imagine being disallowed to treat patients."
That was perhaps where his reputation had saved him the most; master healer, too valuable to cut of from work because of something silly like a suicide attempt. His face blanched at the thought.