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06.Mar.12, 10:01 PM
Though ostensibly keeping most of her attention on her meal, Breccan was watching her dinner guest closely. His discomfort seemed, if anything, even more intense than it had been when a dragon had been dancing on the roof. She couldn't imagine what she'd done to earn such awkwardness, so she had to conclude that it wasn't her, it was him. That was simplest anyway; she could hardly expect better results if she was less friendly and welcoming.
Abruptly, though, his smile flashed out, looking reasonably at ease. Hmm. Intrigued by rather than content with the change, she resolved to find out more about him. He didn't seem the type to volunteer personal information as willingly as everyone else alive. Most people she could set to nattering on about themselves and all but sleep while she made appropriate responses. Talian would be more of a challenge, but that wasn't even a hurdle to Breccan. She relished a challenge. Besides, she would likely only have to discover who he was closest to to learn about him. If he wouldn't talk about him, well, someone else certainly would.
"Unlikely. Perhaps there was a Master or two interested, but it's a subject with little practical implications up North," she answered. His statement about his personal feelings on dragons tilted her head fractionally to one side, brows furrowed over her grey eyes. "None of them? I thought perhaps you were just uncomfortable with Grith," she said, "Understandable, if she really did tear the doors off of this place. Have you met many? I assumed they were all different, like humans." This was a revelation to her. If someone could dislike all dragons, was it conceivable that that someone might end up Impressed to a dragon that he or she couldn't stand? Ugh. The idea was unpleasant. For instance, if she were to be paired with a dragon like Grith, sweet as she might be, she'd simply lose her mind. She required a very different set of characteristics in a bondmate. And, apparently, she needed to meet some more dragons, and test this unfortunate theory. She probably should have done that before now; the Eggs were quite hard, and she estimated the Hatching would be within the season.
"Yes," she answered, simply confirming his suspicions that she knew the girl. The emotions that flickered across her face were many. They had been friendly at the Hall, but not necessarily friends, at least not from Breccan's point of view. It wasn't that the girl wasn't good-hearted, but in fact, quite the opposite. Breccan simply did not understand what she saw as Lymsleia's naivete, and had little use for it. What was the point of being so polite and selfless? No one could look out for your interests as well as you, and some people needed a good tongue-lashing or they'd never learn any differently. She couldn't recall seeing Lym even really upset, except about the reproduction edict, and even then, the girl had defended it in the end. "Are you and Lym the only others?" she asked, surprised. Healer Hall should have been a bigger target, in her mind. The specialties were diverse, but she couldn't think of any that didn't have great practical value. Some things about Katila made no sense.
"I don't suppose there's any formal accreditation process," she remarked with wry humor, "Perhaps I'll have to switch specialties. If there's no chance of leaving, of course." She enjoyed a few spoonfuls of stew, wondering what he'd have to say. So far no one she'd spoken to had any desire to go, which was a little baffling to say the least. Talian, though, had quite a lot to life for in the North, or she was missing her guess.
Abruptly, though, his smile flashed out, looking reasonably at ease. Hmm. Intrigued by rather than content with the change, she resolved to find out more about him. He didn't seem the type to volunteer personal information as willingly as everyone else alive. Most people she could set to nattering on about themselves and all but sleep while she made appropriate responses. Talian would be more of a challenge, but that wasn't even a hurdle to Breccan. She relished a challenge. Besides, she would likely only have to discover who he was closest to to learn about him. If he wouldn't talk about him, well, someone else certainly would.
"Unlikely. Perhaps there was a Master or two interested, but it's a subject with little practical implications up North," she answered. His statement about his personal feelings on dragons tilted her head fractionally to one side, brows furrowed over her grey eyes. "None of them? I thought perhaps you were just uncomfortable with Grith," she said, "Understandable, if she really did tear the doors off of this place. Have you met many? I assumed they were all different, like humans." This was a revelation to her. If someone could dislike all dragons, was it conceivable that that someone might end up Impressed to a dragon that he or she couldn't stand? Ugh. The idea was unpleasant. For instance, if she were to be paired with a dragon like Grith, sweet as she might be, she'd simply lose her mind. She required a very different set of characteristics in a bondmate. And, apparently, she needed to meet some more dragons, and test this unfortunate theory. She probably should have done that before now; the Eggs were quite hard, and she estimated the Hatching would be within the season.
"Yes," she answered, simply confirming his suspicions that she knew the girl. The emotions that flickered across her face were many. They had been friendly at the Hall, but not necessarily friends, at least not from Breccan's point of view. It wasn't that the girl wasn't good-hearted, but in fact, quite the opposite. Breccan simply did not understand what she saw as Lymsleia's naivete, and had little use for it. What was the point of being so polite and selfless? No one could look out for your interests as well as you, and some people needed a good tongue-lashing or they'd never learn any differently. She couldn't recall seeing Lym even really upset, except about the reproduction edict, and even then, the girl had defended it in the end. "Are you and Lym the only others?" she asked, surprised. Healer Hall should have been a bigger target, in her mind. The specialties were diverse, but she couldn't think of any that didn't have great practical value. Some things about Katila made no sense.
"I don't suppose there's any formal accreditation process," she remarked with wry humor, "Perhaps I'll have to switch specialties. If there's no chance of leaving, of course." She enjoyed a few spoonfuls of stew, wondering what he'd have to say. So far no one she'd spoken to had any desire to go, which was a little baffling to say the least. Talian, though, had quite a lot to life for in the North, or she was missing her guess.
