02.May.12, 05:32 AM
This entire encounter was already horribly, horribly awkward. Only Tal's desperate loneliness and desire to spend time with his elusive friends kept his feet rooted in place as his gaze moved between Erisi and Veeth. Tal's medical instincts and a healthy dose of 'concerned friend' blended together seamlessly, filling him with an intolerable desire to ask Erisi what happened and coddle him over his bruise. He knew Erisi would hate that, though. The healer frowned visibly, his indecision and just a wisp of distress visible in his eyes.
Veeth wasn't helping. Tal drew back immediately as the dragon's voice penetrated his mind. Now, it wasn't an unpleasant voice. It's touch was gentle in comparison with Larrikith's. She was the only dragon Talian had any regular interaction with, and while this compared favorably, it didn't make him any less wary.
He remembered the incident with Charath and the story about Nemall. Having no desire to be booted out of Valerian's life, Tal decided to play nice with the dragon. "Um, hello," he murmured, pursing his lips a little as he inspected the dragonet. The blues ones certainly were appealing, so bright and vibrant in comparison with the rest. There was something about the way nature produced the color blue...
Tal swallowed his reservations and extended one hand to lightly brush Veeth's neck. "I'm glad.." he managed in response to the little beast's words. "Valerian is a very dear friend of mine."
He inhaled deeply and shifted his attention to Charath. "...Hello, Charath," he said, hesitantly but politely. He still hoped Charath would at least tolerate him. He didn't hate the little dragonets, but they made him sharding uncomfortable. He'd found himself outright hating dragons less and less, mostly due to sheer resignation. He wasn't going to get away from the sharding things anytime soon, and hating them required energy. Of course, what he'd said to R'nd that evening stood true as well; he was just getting used to them. Resignation.
For some reason, his musings drew a nervous laugh from his lips. Realizing suddenly that he was acting weird, he snapped his hand back to his side and looked at the floor.
"....I think you're worth more than just an 'outlet'," Tal said, returning to the previous topic in an effort to cover up his own antics. He frowned when he realized how suspect his wording sounded. "...That came out wrong," he said with defensive meekness. He looked to Valerian, appealing to his friend for help.
Veeth wasn't helping. Tal drew back immediately as the dragon's voice penetrated his mind. Now, it wasn't an unpleasant voice. It's touch was gentle in comparison with Larrikith's. She was the only dragon Talian had any regular interaction with, and while this compared favorably, it didn't make him any less wary.
He remembered the incident with Charath and the story about Nemall. Having no desire to be booted out of Valerian's life, Tal decided to play nice with the dragon. "Um, hello," he murmured, pursing his lips a little as he inspected the dragonet. The blues ones certainly were appealing, so bright and vibrant in comparison with the rest. There was something about the way nature produced the color blue...
Tal swallowed his reservations and extended one hand to lightly brush Veeth's neck. "I'm glad.." he managed in response to the little beast's words. "Valerian is a very dear friend of mine."
He inhaled deeply and shifted his attention to Charath. "...Hello, Charath," he said, hesitantly but politely. He still hoped Charath would at least tolerate him. He didn't hate the little dragonets, but they made him sharding uncomfortable. He'd found himself outright hating dragons less and less, mostly due to sheer resignation. He wasn't going to get away from the sharding things anytime soon, and hating them required energy. Of course, what he'd said to R'nd that evening stood true as well; he was just getting used to them. Resignation.
For some reason, his musings drew a nervous laugh from his lips. Realizing suddenly that he was acting weird, he snapped his hand back to his side and looked at the floor.
"....I think you're worth more than just an 'outlet'," Tal said, returning to the previous topic in an effort to cover up his own antics. He frowned when he realized how suspect his wording sounded. "...That came out wrong," he said with defensive meekness. He looked to Valerian, appealing to his friend for help.