05.Apr.12, 04:51 AM
“Because,” I need people to like me. Going into seclusion with only his Searchrider and dragon as company for several turns had started to mess with his mind and made him crave interaction more than he had previously despite always being friendly and starting to learn the ways of being flirtatious. When the call to unite came, he had made the extra effort to befriend everyone he could and couldn’t bare the thought of people not liking him and making him an outcast once again. Alone in a sea of people sounded worse than simply being alone at the sea to R’nd. Sensing his rider’s sinking mood, Ayyonth’s laughter subsided and he sent reassuring thoughts, urging R’nd to not continue down that path of memories.
“You seem to be a decent person, B’jin likes you, and quite frankly it has been bothering me that you decided to lump me in as just another rider that doesn’t deserve more than glares of hatred when you aren’t cowering in fear. I like to think I’m rather unique but that aside, it’d be appreciated if you at least spoke to me once before deciding I was horrible.” He was beginning to ramble, a good sign that he was either getting frustrated and trying to find anything to prove his worth and opinion or he was trying to cover up his true feelings, something he normally didn’t even want to examine. In this case, it seemed to be a bit of both.
R’nd ran his hands through his hair and down onto his neck where they rested as his head lolled back to rest against the wall. Talian was infuriatingly stubborn in his opinion on dragonriders but it would be unfair and unkind to ignore everything that happened to the Candidates the moment a dragon Searched them. “I don’t want you to be a dragonrider either. As a weyrling you’ll be too busy to be a healer. Yes, after that you can return to your craft with more ease but I like you with your feet firmly on the ground,” R’nd hesitated for a moment, wondering if Talian cared to hear anything he had to say or if he was just talking to the walls that didn’t even have the courtesy to echo his words back and give the illusion of a conversation. Even if it made no difference, he had to say what was on his mind and call his attempts of at least being passing acquaintances done, “you have a passion for what you do. I saw the dedication in your eyes, when you weren’t eyeing me suspiciously, and in the way you moved when tending to B’jin’s back.” He stopped there, knowing that anything else said about it being admirable wouldn’t be believed or that saying Katila needed him wouldn’t sit well with the man that hated everything to do with the Weyr.
“You seem to be a decent person, B’jin likes you, and quite frankly it has been bothering me that you decided to lump me in as just another rider that doesn’t deserve more than glares of hatred when you aren’t cowering in fear. I like to think I’m rather unique but that aside, it’d be appreciated if you at least spoke to me once before deciding I was horrible.” He was beginning to ramble, a good sign that he was either getting frustrated and trying to find anything to prove his worth and opinion or he was trying to cover up his true feelings, something he normally didn’t even want to examine. In this case, it seemed to be a bit of both.
R’nd ran his hands through his hair and down onto his neck where they rested as his head lolled back to rest against the wall. Talian was infuriatingly stubborn in his opinion on dragonriders but it would be unfair and unkind to ignore everything that happened to the Candidates the moment a dragon Searched them. “I don’t want you to be a dragonrider either. As a weyrling you’ll be too busy to be a healer. Yes, after that you can return to your craft with more ease but I like you with your feet firmly on the ground,” R’nd hesitated for a moment, wondering if Talian cared to hear anything he had to say or if he was just talking to the walls that didn’t even have the courtesy to echo his words back and give the illusion of a conversation. Even if it made no difference, he had to say what was on his mind and call his attempts of at least being passing acquaintances done, “you have a passion for what you do. I saw the dedication in your eyes, when you weren’t eyeing me suspiciously, and in the way you moved when tending to B’jin’s back.” He stopped there, knowing that anything else said about it being admirable wouldn’t be believed or that saying Katila needed him wouldn’t sit well with the man that hated everything to do with the Weyr.