05.Sep.12, 05:02 AM
Sanderon listened with interest when Talian spoke about how many at the weyr were higher than average in skill. Part of him wanted to be unique; To be the best one among them. But the majority of his mind accepted it calmly as fact. Perhaps he had always suspected it to be so. It certainly made sense.
When hearing about unqualified, untrained people being put to the 'chore' of hunting he got a tight-lipped expression on his face. He had seen it time and again and he hated it every time. "Hunting is not a chore. It is a dangerous occupation that should be left to those that know what they are doing." He commented. The frustration clearly evident in his tone. "Your friend should never have been given that task. I'm glad he had you around. Or is your best friend a 'she'?" He had no clue. Except for B'jin being Talian's 'dad', Sanderon had no idea who the healer's friends were. He really hadn't paid that much attention. Now though, he was curious.
Sanderon's gaze switched towards the door when a bumping sound was heard. It wasn't very loud but obvious enough to where Talian also heard. "If I'shan is listening..." Sanderon frowned. There was no threat to his unfinished statement but his displeasure was obvious. Pushing the thought aside for now, he listened as Talian spoke again.
Hearing that Talian sympathized with his plight, Sanderon at first was prone not to believe him, but then he took note of the man's tone of voice, expression and body language. He came to realize that Talian truly did understand. It was surprising and more than Sanderon could have hoped for.
He understood though when Talian mentioned not having the clearance to grant Sanderon his request. He had already figured this was the case. But the very least the healer could do was mention his request to someone who did have the authority. To ensure that the man would mention it, Sanderon asked, "Just tell them that I need it and I won't run if they say yes. That's all I ask." He lowered his voice so even if I'shan was listening in he would not be able to hear his quiet plea. "...I need this. Please."
Sanderon left it at that and sat back in silence. Come what may, his fate was in Talian's hands. For some reason, he felt inclined to trust the man. He believed that if the Healer could help, he would.
When hearing about unqualified, untrained people being put to the 'chore' of hunting he got a tight-lipped expression on his face. He had seen it time and again and he hated it every time. "Hunting is not a chore. It is a dangerous occupation that should be left to those that know what they are doing." He commented. The frustration clearly evident in his tone. "Your friend should never have been given that task. I'm glad he had you around. Or is your best friend a 'she'?" He had no clue. Except for B'jin being Talian's 'dad', Sanderon had no idea who the healer's friends were. He really hadn't paid that much attention. Now though, he was curious.
Sanderon's gaze switched towards the door when a bumping sound was heard. It wasn't very loud but obvious enough to where Talian also heard. "If I'shan is listening..." Sanderon frowned. There was no threat to his unfinished statement but his displeasure was obvious. Pushing the thought aside for now, he listened as Talian spoke again.
Hearing that Talian sympathized with his plight, Sanderon at first was prone not to believe him, but then he took note of the man's tone of voice, expression and body language. He came to realize that Talian truly did understand. It was surprising and more than Sanderon could have hoped for.
He understood though when Talian mentioned not having the clearance to grant Sanderon his request. He had already figured this was the case. But the very least the healer could do was mention his request to someone who did have the authority. To ensure that the man would mention it, Sanderon asked, "Just tell them that I need it and I won't run if they say yes. That's all I ask." He lowered his voice so even if I'shan was listening in he would not be able to hear his quiet plea. "...I need this. Please."
Sanderon left it at that and sat back in silence. Come what may, his fate was in Talian's hands. For some reason, he felt inclined to trust the man. He believed that if the Healer could help, he would.