03.Mar.14, 08:39 PM
"I'm sure nobody would panic," T'lian replied casually as he glanced over his newly-ruined clothes. He generally wore brown just so blood wouldn't be so visible, but it would be sort of hard to miss in his current state. As he looked over himself and realized just how wrong he was, he let out a gruff little laugh. "..But you're probably right regardless," he quickly amended, keen on making himself look as less-awkward as possible, and entirely aware of how unlikely that was.
As they neared the greenrider's hut, T'lian snorted in amusement and peeled his tunic off in preparation to wash up. He tossed the majority of his bloodied and muddy clothes aside, and he immediately felt awfully small. Weyrling training toned his thin form a bit, but it did little for his bulk. He was thin and stringy, and without his wet clothes he felt like he might wash away.It's not that bad his dragon commented warmly. You're elegant and handsome. You ought to proud of yourself.
I appreciate the kind words, but I don't think 'drowned canine' is a good look he replied.
The pair shared a moment of mutual humor before T'lian glanced back to S'cer. He smiled just a little and offered a slow, polite shrug. "It's been quiet. That's how it usually is around here, though...Small population, and a lot of people have at least some concept of first aid...So it sort of swings between 'slow' and 'panic'," he replied. Most of the time, his worthwhile workload was rather sparse. He liked to think of himself as a trauma specialist only, and all of the first aid missions, bumps and bruises, and minor lacerations were just busywork. He hated to be idle as much as ever, so he made sure to scratch up plenty of busywork in between those big cases. There were plenty of bumps and bruises to be had, but they weren't worth small talking about.
Small talk? That's what this was, wasn't it? He'd never been very good at it, but he liked S'cer and was enjoying his company, so T'lian quite suddenly resolved not to screw it up. "Um...Had someone with a serious scalp laceration, though," he said. Bah! That had been months now, but it was the best he had to go on. He shrugged again and let out a nervous laugh before rinsing his hands off and splashing a bit of water on his face. He politely waited his turn for the sweetsand, though he was rather looking forward to feeling clean. Sharding dragon.
As they neared the greenrider's hut, T'lian snorted in amusement and peeled his tunic off in preparation to wash up. He tossed the majority of his bloodied and muddy clothes aside, and he immediately felt awfully small. Weyrling training toned his thin form a bit, but it did little for his bulk. He was thin and stringy, and without his wet clothes he felt like he might wash away.
I appreciate the kind words, but I don't think 'drowned canine' is a good look he replied.
The pair shared a moment of mutual humor before T'lian glanced back to S'cer. He smiled just a little and offered a slow, polite shrug. "It's been quiet. That's how it usually is around here, though...Small population, and a lot of people have at least some concept of first aid...So it sort of swings between 'slow' and 'panic'," he replied. Most of the time, his worthwhile workload was rather sparse. He liked to think of himself as a trauma specialist only, and all of the first aid missions, bumps and bruises, and minor lacerations were just busywork. He hated to be idle as much as ever, so he made sure to scratch up plenty of busywork in between those big cases. There were plenty of bumps and bruises to be had, but they weren't worth small talking about.
Small talk? That's what this was, wasn't it? He'd never been very good at it, but he liked S'cer and was enjoying his company, so T'lian quite suddenly resolved not to screw it up. "Um...Had someone with a serious scalp laceration, though," he said. Bah! That had been months now, but it was the best he had to go on. He shrugged again and let out a nervous laugh before rinsing his hands off and splashing a bit of water on his face. He politely waited his turn for the sweetsand, though he was rather looking forward to feeling clean. Sharding dragon.