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12.Mar.12, 10:08 PM
Breccan's lips turned upward slightly at his description of Larrikith. She hadn't met the Green in question, and had no idea how valid his observations were, but she found something about his phrasing amusing. Even her small knowledge of Grith led her to believe firmly she hadn't a mean bone in her body, so she had to conclude that the dragons were as variable as the people they Chose. "What's her Rider like?" she asked. If he or she was calm, mean, smart, that would be two for two Riders with large similarities to their dragons. Having a dragon who was similar to her wouldn't be so bad...and a moment later, she refuted that thought. Grith was much more enthusiastic and bubbly than Par'a, perhaps Larrikith was much crueler than her Rider. A dragon who was more Breccan would be more what? Intelligent? Wildly insecure? She snorted lightly into her stew. Not such a cup of tea after all.
She wisely held her tongue about his explanation regarding the Touching. He genuinely looked as if he had been physically ill, but he had looked healthy enough to her the day they'd met, and that had only been a few sevendays before the Touching. Since she thought it unlikely he'd been sick from then until now, she had to conclude that it was a problem that lay a little deeper. And, well, though she enjoyed his company thus far, she recognized that he had some personal issues to work through. If pressed, she wouldn't have described him as unstable, necessarily...but perhaps slow to adjust? Interesting, though, that a dragon could make such a mistake. Echlerov had been insistent that they didn't choose anyone unsuitable, but it looked like the Weyrleadership had deemed Talian as such. From a practical standpoint, he was probably more valuable as a Master Healer than a Rider anyway; no rigorous Weyrlinghood to keep him out of the Infirmary. Did that mean, though, that he'd have to hover, spending his time as a Candidate until he was too old and creaky to be one any longer?
Those were Talian's problems, though, not hers, and none of her business. She accepted that predators were the most likely cause of death for would-be escapees, and exposure just as likely. This was a new environment even for her, and she had a wide-ranging knowledge of plants. Plenty here wouldn't be so lucky. She was reasonably confident that she could distinguish edible plantlife from the not-so-edible, and perhaps more importantly, knew how to test unfamiliar plants on herself in small amounts. However, she had no real knowledge of how to defend herself from predators, simply because she'd never needed to. There weren't felines on the Northern continent, and even journeying she'd never had to do much more than frighten off a lone wherry.
She grinned at his assertion that they were both sticks, and laughed easily along with him. "That would have been pretty special. I don't believe I've ever tried to out-sad someone before, but I can be pretty competitive," she answered, amused. Pretty competitive was a wild understatement, though. She really would have tried to be sadder than him. Or, possibly, been so disgusted by his moping that she'd quit her own.
Breccan was a little taken-aback by his opinion on the bond. What sounded wretched about complete acceptance? As he elaborated though, she winced, remembering the burst of noise that had been Grith in her head. "When I think ahead, I tend to overlook the 'someone in your head' part," she admitted, with a grimace of distaste that left no doubts about her feelings on that aspect of the bond. He continued, and she realized she'd never really considered that Impressing might actually hold her back. What if she did Impress Green? She wasn't sure if Greenriders were allowed to do much of anything. Perhaps they could aspire to Candidatemaster, and then she could be in charge of all the pouting. But what further responsibilities would she be given if she Impressed Blue, or Brown? At least with Brown she could perhaps be a Wingleader...but she hardly saw the purpose in that. Some around here seemed to blindly believe that dragons=Thread, but there hadn't been any Thread for hundreds of years. Spending her days doing pointless drills didn't appeal to her either. That really only left Gold, but before she gave it any thought, she realized suddenly that Talian was blushing.
Why was he blushing? It wasn't an innocent sort of blush, like he'd shocked himself by the mention of sex. It was downright secretive. "I've asked you enough of them," she answered agreeably, by way of assent, putting a spoonful of stew in her mouth and hoping that kept her from looking too eager. Was he going to ask her a question about sex? Well, she could probably answer just about anything he came up with. The idea of a dragon determining who you slept with hardly bothered her, unless Impressing a male dragon meant sleeping with women on a regular basis. She'd have to hope a man would volunteer to closet himself with her when her dragon Chased, in that eventuality.
She wisely held her tongue about his explanation regarding the Touching. He genuinely looked as if he had been physically ill, but he had looked healthy enough to her the day they'd met, and that had only been a few sevendays before the Touching. Since she thought it unlikely he'd been sick from then until now, she had to conclude that it was a problem that lay a little deeper. And, well, though she enjoyed his company thus far, she recognized that he had some personal issues to work through. If pressed, she wouldn't have described him as unstable, necessarily...but perhaps slow to adjust? Interesting, though, that a dragon could make such a mistake. Echlerov had been insistent that they didn't choose anyone unsuitable, but it looked like the Weyrleadership had deemed Talian as such. From a practical standpoint, he was probably more valuable as a Master Healer than a Rider anyway; no rigorous Weyrlinghood to keep him out of the Infirmary. Did that mean, though, that he'd have to hover, spending his time as a Candidate until he was too old and creaky to be one any longer?
Those were Talian's problems, though, not hers, and none of her business. She accepted that predators were the most likely cause of death for would-be escapees, and exposure just as likely. This was a new environment even for her, and she had a wide-ranging knowledge of plants. Plenty here wouldn't be so lucky. She was reasonably confident that she could distinguish edible plantlife from the not-so-edible, and perhaps more importantly, knew how to test unfamiliar plants on herself in small amounts. However, she had no real knowledge of how to defend herself from predators, simply because she'd never needed to. There weren't felines on the Northern continent, and even journeying she'd never had to do much more than frighten off a lone wherry.
She grinned at his assertion that they were both sticks, and laughed easily along with him. "That would have been pretty special. I don't believe I've ever tried to out-sad someone before, but I can be pretty competitive," she answered, amused. Pretty competitive was a wild understatement, though. She really would have tried to be sadder than him. Or, possibly, been so disgusted by his moping that she'd quit her own.
Breccan was a little taken-aback by his opinion on the bond. What sounded wretched about complete acceptance? As he elaborated though, she winced, remembering the burst of noise that had been Grith in her head. "When I think ahead, I tend to overlook the 'someone in your head' part," she admitted, with a grimace of distaste that left no doubts about her feelings on that aspect of the bond. He continued, and she realized she'd never really considered that Impressing might actually hold her back. What if she did Impress Green? She wasn't sure if Greenriders were allowed to do much of anything. Perhaps they could aspire to Candidatemaster, and then she could be in charge of all the pouting. But what further responsibilities would she be given if she Impressed Blue, or Brown? At least with Brown she could perhaps be a Wingleader...but she hardly saw the purpose in that. Some around here seemed to blindly believe that dragons=Thread, but there hadn't been any Thread for hundreds of years. Spending her days doing pointless drills didn't appeal to her either. That really only left Gold, but before she gave it any thought, she realized suddenly that Talian was blushing.
Why was he blushing? It wasn't an innocent sort of blush, like he'd shocked himself by the mention of sex. It was downright secretive. "I've asked you enough of them," she answered agreeably, by way of assent, putting a spoonful of stew in her mouth and hoping that kept her from looking too eager. Was he going to ask her a question about sex? Well, she could probably answer just about anything he came up with. The idea of a dragon determining who you slept with hardly bothered her, unless Impressing a male dragon meant sleeping with women on a regular basis. She'd have to hope a man would volunteer to closet himself with her when her dragon Chased, in that eventuality.
