04.Mar.12, 01:25 AM
Talian was content to let the awkward, uncomfortable moment pass.It wasn't his fault or Breccan's, and he could see that the girl as every bit as torn and uncomfortable as he was. There was one major difference, though. Talian was every bit the kind to wallow in sorrow. He didn't exactly care to show it due to his desire to avoid unwanted attention, but it was very much a part of him. His tendency to keep his tourbles to himself rather than complain probably contributed, causing his frustration to build up over time and finally explode in fits of emotion.
Now wasn't one of those times, though. He smiled at her again. Perfectly happy to let the conversation slip away, and nodded with gentle interest at her story. "There's something to be said for honesty," he said with a half-smile. He knew a lot of healers to be awfully self-righteous about their profession. He understood the sentiment, but there wasn't enough aggression in him (passive or otherwise) to be self-righteous.
"I do love it, though. I didn't handle people too well when I was younger, and going out on journey helped me feel more...connected, I suppose," he mused. His eyes widened and his face coiled into a conspiratorial, cautioning sneer as Grith was mentioned. He sidled close to Breccan, delicately craning his neck over to whisper in her ear. He was careful to avoid actually touching her. "That dragon ripped the doors off of the dining hall not long ago," he whispered. "I don't trust that thing near any building." He nodded with authority and cast a stern look towards the window, completely oblivious to how weird he was acting.
Shards, Talian wasn't even aware of the stereotype that prodigies tended to be weird people by nature. In his mind, he was giving Breccan necessary warning of potential disaster.
"Anyhow," he said with a curt nod, "I probably need to go have a bath. I must smell horrid after being out in the sun - and I apologize if I do. It was a pleasure meeting you, though." He moved to shake her hand, but stopped short and frowned at his bandage. He changed hands. "I'll see you around again, I'm sure. Have a nice day."
With that, he flashed a nervous but sincere smile and lightly stepped around her,. excusing himself from the room.
Now wasn't one of those times, though. He smiled at her again. Perfectly happy to let the conversation slip away, and nodded with gentle interest at her story. "There's something to be said for honesty," he said with a half-smile. He knew a lot of healers to be awfully self-righteous about their profession. He understood the sentiment, but there wasn't enough aggression in him (passive or otherwise) to be self-righteous.
"I do love it, though. I didn't handle people too well when I was younger, and going out on journey helped me feel more...connected, I suppose," he mused. His eyes widened and his face coiled into a conspiratorial, cautioning sneer as Grith was mentioned. He sidled close to Breccan, delicately craning his neck over to whisper in her ear. He was careful to avoid actually touching her. "That dragon ripped the doors off of the dining hall not long ago," he whispered. "I don't trust that thing near any building." He nodded with authority and cast a stern look towards the window, completely oblivious to how weird he was acting.
Shards, Talian wasn't even aware of the stereotype that prodigies tended to be weird people by nature. In his mind, he was giving Breccan necessary warning of potential disaster.
"Anyhow," he said with a curt nod, "I probably need to go have a bath. I must smell horrid after being out in the sun - and I apologize if I do. It was a pleasure meeting you, though." He moved to shake her hand, but stopped short and frowned at his bandage. He changed hands. "I'll see you around again, I'm sure. Have a nice day."
With that, he flashed a nervous but sincere smile and lightly stepped around her,. excusing himself from the room.