30.Sep.13, 05:58 PM
Z'jan found Trel's calm reaction to the topic of stolen candidates welcoming. The little knot that bounced in his stomach went away. Why had he been so worried? They were just talking. Z'jan wasn't the best at talk, sure, and lately he'd felt like everytime he opened his mouth he said something he shouldn't have. But this guy was different. They were on the same level, the same page. More or less.
Z'jan nodded in acknowledgement to his own stolen status. "I guess you could call it luck. But..." he trailed for a minute, staring down at the empty hallway,"...it's just different, that's all. I mean, I don't think I was ever supposed to be a Dragonrider. But here I am: a Dragonrider. Is that luck?" he shrugged "Maybe you're supposed to be something else. Maybe not. But either way, I can tell you one thing for sure:" he looked down at the blond with a smile bordering on sheepishness "...I never thought I'd be a green rider, you know? Blue sure, maybe brown and no-way bronze. But green?" He gave a little laugh, almost a nervous laugh, then went awkwardly quiet.
Trelanvor's comments about his green rising circled his mind. Only at that moment did he realize: he wasn't waiting for Ghalath to rise; he was praying that she wouldn't.
"I wouldn't trade Ghalath for the world, of course. But... it's just weird how much your dragons color dictates your life here. What people expect from you. Like it's all big a game or something. I dunno. I miss my old life sometimes. The sea. Ships, seacrafters, rope burns and fish guts..." he gave a quiet chuckle, drifting off on a wave of nostalgia.
Recovering himself, he drummed his fingers against the wall, trying to think of a quick and appropriate seque. He couldn't, really. He cleared his throat a little, rubbing an eyebrow. "So... bout done there? Or should I give it another shove?"
Z'jan nodded in acknowledgement to his own stolen status. "I guess you could call it luck. But..." he trailed for a minute, staring down at the empty hallway,"...it's just different, that's all. I mean, I don't think I was ever supposed to be a Dragonrider. But here I am: a Dragonrider. Is that luck?" he shrugged "Maybe you're supposed to be something else. Maybe not. But either way, I can tell you one thing for sure:" he looked down at the blond with a smile bordering on sheepishness "...I never thought I'd be a green rider, you know? Blue sure, maybe brown and no-way bronze. But green?" He gave a little laugh, almost a nervous laugh, then went awkwardly quiet.
Trelanvor's comments about his green rising circled his mind. Only at that moment did he realize: he wasn't waiting for Ghalath to rise; he was praying that she wouldn't.
"I wouldn't trade Ghalath for the world, of course. But... it's just weird how much your dragons color dictates your life here. What people expect from you. Like it's all big a game or something. I dunno. I miss my old life sometimes. The sea. Ships, seacrafters, rope burns and fish guts..." he gave a quiet chuckle, drifting off on a wave of nostalgia.
Recovering himself, he drummed his fingers against the wall, trying to think of a quick and appropriate seque. He couldn't, really. He cleared his throat a little, rubbing an eyebrow. "So... bout done there? Or should I give it another shove?"