14.Jun.13, 05:21 PM
Respect. It was a concept that Isscer couldn't quite wrap his head around, and he couldn't help the confused look that flitted across his face as Talian described it. There was some reason a dragon chose to bond with whom they bonded with, but Isscer was so afraid of the dragons that it had just been easier to demonize them rather than have to consider why they could possibly want him. "A dragon who isn't good at flying? That is a first," he conceded, a tentative , slightly teasing, smile gracing his features as he observed the pair. "You seem to have gotten lucky, though."
Talian was different. Isscer could recognize genius when he met it, and he had never heard of an Honorary Master only being twenty-six Turns old. If anyone had had reasons to not Impress, it was someone of that caliber of experience; perhaps Isscer's avoidance of Impression was not because of his ability in his Craft, though he had previously thought that was the case. "Fate, probably. It can't be cheated, though I have surely tried." Isscer shook his head in a case of wry amusement, but it covered his distress. "I suppose I will only have to hope that my dragon is as understanding," he forced himself to say, uncertain as to what else he could possibly say. He would have felt bad if he had said anything bad about Impression in the presence of Khaduceth; Isscer forced a smile instead.
"Thank you for fixing my nose. I don't suppose I will have to come back for a check-up later on, will I?" Isscer didn't think he would mind if it was Talian looking at him, but the fact of the matter was that he was often busy, as he tended to take on more Craft-related work than one person ought to have. "I will make time for it, if you think it's something that needs monitoring."
Talian was different. Isscer could recognize genius when he met it, and he had never heard of an Honorary Master only being twenty-six Turns old. If anyone had had reasons to not Impress, it was someone of that caliber of experience; perhaps Isscer's avoidance of Impression was not because of his ability in his Craft, though he had previously thought that was the case. "Fate, probably. It can't be cheated, though I have surely tried." Isscer shook his head in a case of wry amusement, but it covered his distress. "I suppose I will only have to hope that my dragon is as understanding," he forced himself to say, uncertain as to what else he could possibly say. He would have felt bad if he had said anything bad about Impression in the presence of Khaduceth; Isscer forced a smile instead.
"Thank you for fixing my nose. I don't suppose I will have to come back for a check-up later on, will I?" Isscer didn't think he would mind if it was Talian looking at him, but the fact of the matter was that he was often busy, as he tended to take on more Craft-related work than one person ought to have. "I will make time for it, if you think it's something that needs monitoring."