04.Mar.12, 08:45 PM
Time had passed, and all seemed well.
Only a handful of days had passed since the Tansy incident, but Tal already felt a great deal better. His friends truly were amazing. They'd taken excellent care of him and tended to his every need, and the other healers had been just as supportive, if perhaps a bit mystified and overly-curious. It wasn't every day that one of their number poisoned themselves, now was it? He was happy, though. His recovery gave him a glimmer of hope and he felt more at home at Katila than he'd ever expected he would. It was just a shameful way to reach such peace.
Not that it was perfect peace. He wasn't happy about his fate, but he could soundly claim to have accepted it. He'd accepted it, and he was pleased to be alive. That was something. Right now, his focus was on getting better and getting his head on straight. He was a sturdy young man who rarely got sick during his childhood, and he had a sharp eye for detail when it came to medical matters. Within three days he was able to sit up in bed, and now only two days later he was out and walking about.
And hungry!
He wasn;t sure if he'd ever been so hungry, in fact. He collected a large plate of food and moved to find a seat, where a quick sweep of the room quickly located Breccan. He remembered her; a bright, friendly girl who'd shared a brief conversation with him in the craft hall not long ago. He remembered she'd seemed awfully cowed by him. He wondered with a moment of trepidation if she'd heard about his attempted suicide, and whether she'd lost her respect for him. He supposed he would deserve it, though he certainly hoped not. He needed more friends, and unlike before, he was actually eager to try to make them.
He walked past, trying to decide whether or not to say anything to her. His mind was made up for him when he noticed the paper clutched in her hands.
"I have a few dragonhealing manuals, if you'd like to borrow them," he blurted without thinking. The academic side of his mind had taken over. His face scrunched in distaste before continuing. "I've been reading them in my spare time, but I hadn't thought about anyone else wanting to have a go at them."
He placed his food down across from her and took a seat. "Breccan, right?" he said. He knew he'd remembered her name correctly, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he remembered. He was trying to be social, but already he had that awkward feeling that he was doing something wrong. He looked down at his plate in embarrassment.
Only a handful of days had passed since the Tansy incident, but Tal already felt a great deal better. His friends truly were amazing. They'd taken excellent care of him and tended to his every need, and the other healers had been just as supportive, if perhaps a bit mystified and overly-curious. It wasn't every day that one of their number poisoned themselves, now was it? He was happy, though. His recovery gave him a glimmer of hope and he felt more at home at Katila than he'd ever expected he would. It was just a shameful way to reach such peace.
Not that it was perfect peace. He wasn't happy about his fate, but he could soundly claim to have accepted it. He'd accepted it, and he was pleased to be alive. That was something. Right now, his focus was on getting better and getting his head on straight. He was a sturdy young man who rarely got sick during his childhood, and he had a sharp eye for detail when it came to medical matters. Within three days he was able to sit up in bed, and now only two days later he was out and walking about.
And hungry!
He wasn;t sure if he'd ever been so hungry, in fact. He collected a large plate of food and moved to find a seat, where a quick sweep of the room quickly located Breccan. He remembered her; a bright, friendly girl who'd shared a brief conversation with him in the craft hall not long ago. He remembered she'd seemed awfully cowed by him. He wondered with a moment of trepidation if she'd heard about his attempted suicide, and whether she'd lost her respect for him. He supposed he would deserve it, though he certainly hoped not. He needed more friends, and unlike before, he was actually eager to try to make them.
He walked past, trying to decide whether or not to say anything to her. His mind was made up for him when he noticed the paper clutched in her hands.
"I have a few dragonhealing manuals, if you'd like to borrow them," he blurted without thinking. The academic side of his mind had taken over. His face scrunched in distaste before continuing. "I've been reading them in my spare time, but I hadn't thought about anyone else wanting to have a go at them."
He placed his food down across from her and took a seat. "Breccan, right?" he said. He knew he'd remembered her name correctly, but he wanted to make sure she knew that he remembered. He was trying to be social, but already he had that awkward feeling that he was doing something wrong. He looked down at his plate in embarrassment.