23.Dec.13, 12:45 PM
"I don't know anything about dragons," T'lian reminded S'cer, almost as sharp but lacking any harsh intent. Such things rolled right off of the healer, but he'd developed a habit of giving what he got. He smiled, almost smirked, and wiped a bit of his scraggly wet hair from his face. "I have no business tending to her anyhow." He didn't bother to tack a 'but I worry just the same' or an 'I wish her well' on there, figuring that it should be obvious enough.
The statement wasn't exactly accurate, though. He'd memorized everything he learned in his lessons and he'd tended to cuts and bruises on Larrikith any number of times, but that hardly qualified him to look after a sickly little mystery like Quelseth.
Oh, wait. In the middle of his wordy little daydream, he'd been invited to go somewhere. Khaduceth filled him in, smooth mindvoice filled with mellow humor. Oh T'lian replied lamely. He froze, staring into the raid and unmoving while he processed the choice at hand. He was undoubtedly overthinking it, which Khaduceth wasted no time pointing out.
Just go. I'll take you in a moment the dragon said gently. He knew that his bonded was accustomed to keeping only very few friends: B'jin and V'ler, and a couple others at various points in time, though they had all moved on. T'lian was usually pathetically clinging to someone, not receiving the invitation to socialize, at least from someone outside of his usual pair. T'lian liked S'cer and liked to think of him as a friend, but he'd never expected to be welcomed beyond casual interaction. Khaduceth thought it was a pleasant enough idea, though he'd have preferred someone more...worthy.
Eh, the greenrider would do.
Khaduceth!
My apologies . Whoops.
Tal scowled a little. He still had no poker face. He promptly looked to S'cer and gave a sudden nod. "Yes! I'd love to. Khaduceth will be over here in a moment, I think he's finishing his meal."
The statement wasn't exactly accurate, though. He'd memorized everything he learned in his lessons and he'd tended to cuts and bruises on Larrikith any number of times, but that hardly qualified him to look after a sickly little mystery like Quelseth.
Oh, wait. In the middle of his wordy little daydream, he'd been invited to go somewhere. Khaduceth filled him in, smooth mindvoice filled with mellow humor. Oh T'lian replied lamely. He froze, staring into the raid and unmoving while he processed the choice at hand. He was undoubtedly overthinking it, which Khaduceth wasted no time pointing out.
Eh, the greenrider would do.
Khaduceth!
Tal scowled a little. He still had no poker face. He promptly looked to S'cer and gave a sudden nod. "Yes! I'd love to. Khaduceth will be over here in a moment, I think he's finishing his meal."