17.Dec.13, 01:56 PM
Swoon? Tal giggled, partially because the idea sounded so ridiculous. Tal was the one with a tendency to swoon over anyone who took an interest in him, so he had no idea how to react to someone else even suggesting the idea of being the one to swoon at him.
"Maybe, or I'll probably never realize what I've done otherwise," the healer said, taking a dry little jab at himself. "And hey. I'm getting better at rescuing myself," he pointed out with a little bit of a smile, thinking back on his former frailty. He was still no juggernaut, but it felt nice to be able to deal with his emotions. He didn't take it for granted, that was for sure. He still felt that he owed a life-debt to B'jin and V'ler for sticking by him when things were hard. He damn sure preferred rescuing himself, though. It made him feel strong, for the first time in his life.
Hey, maybe that contributed to why S'cer's suggestion amused the healer so. It was a role-reversal and a half!
He was a little less enthusiastic about the topic of flying, but he smirked and looked up disdainfully at the rain just the same. "Yeah.." he said. He searched for Khaduceth, only to find that the dragon had already snatched a meal and was curled up with it, taking his pleasant time at opening it up and starting his meal. Tal was unconcerned. Khaduceth was perfectly reasonable and trustworthy, and he needed no supervision. "Looks like it's dealt with, though," he said. He also took note of his fire lizards; Fellis was curled up in one of his pockets, cowering from the rain as if it had teeth, and Tansy was perched regally on a rock, watching Khaduceth feed. Tal may not have felt he needed supervision, but Tansy was another matter, and she remained poised in spite of the rain, ignoring it as if the mere act would make it go away. It was a comical sight.
Tal shifted his attention back to S'cer. "I'm sorry Quelseth isn't feeling well again," he said, his tone taking on a new softness. He tried to keep from sounding grim. It was very much in his nature, but he knew it wasn't exactly encouraging. Like many, he'd feared for the little green's life.
He glanced back up in the rain again. 'Can we head back and talk inside? I don't want to get sick, too," he implored softly, but with a hint of piteous urgency.
"Maybe, or I'll probably never realize what I've done otherwise," the healer said, taking a dry little jab at himself. "And hey. I'm getting better at rescuing myself," he pointed out with a little bit of a smile, thinking back on his former frailty. He was still no juggernaut, but it felt nice to be able to deal with his emotions. He didn't take it for granted, that was for sure. He still felt that he owed a life-debt to B'jin and V'ler for sticking by him when things were hard. He damn sure preferred rescuing himself, though. It made him feel strong, for the first time in his life.
Hey, maybe that contributed to why S'cer's suggestion amused the healer so. It was a role-reversal and a half!
He was a little less enthusiastic about the topic of flying, but he smirked and looked up disdainfully at the rain just the same. "Yeah.." he said. He searched for Khaduceth, only to find that the dragon had already snatched a meal and was curled up with it, taking his pleasant time at opening it up and starting his meal. Tal was unconcerned. Khaduceth was perfectly reasonable and trustworthy, and he needed no supervision. "Looks like it's dealt with, though," he said. He also took note of his fire lizards; Fellis was curled up in one of his pockets, cowering from the rain as if it had teeth, and Tansy was perched regally on a rock, watching Khaduceth feed. Tal may not have felt he needed supervision, but Tansy was another matter, and she remained poised in spite of the rain, ignoring it as if the mere act would make it go away. It was a comical sight.
Tal shifted his attention back to S'cer. "I'm sorry Quelseth isn't feeling well again," he said, his tone taking on a new softness. He tried to keep from sounding grim. It was very much in his nature, but he knew it wasn't exactly encouraging. Like many, he'd feared for the little green's life.
He glanced back up in the rain again. 'Can we head back and talk inside? I don't want to get sick, too," he implored softly, but with a hint of piteous urgency.