07.Jun.12, 02:44 PM
"Maybe we won't even need them. Wouldn't that be a delight?" He sincerely hoped thread would fail to appear for simple humanitarian reasons alone, but it would be admittedly satisfying if the dragonriders turned out to be useless and could no longer justify their crimes.
Tal shook his head, mostly at himself. Thanks to his internal outburst, he'd come to notice just how bitter he had become. There had never been much room for anger in him; he always got sad or upset instead. He could barely even manage true anger at his father. His solution was always to focus on something else so the resentment wouldn't blossom into hate. That same solution hadn't served him quite as well here with the riders, but his issues with his father kept reemerging alongside the new ones. Maybe looking the other way had never really helped at all.
Was the anger a side effect of trying not to be sad?
He sighed softly and focused his attention back on Lymsleia. Now wasn't the time to muddle over it, especially since he tended to act strange when he got too introspective. He was tired of thinking of all the same things on repeat.
"You're welcome," he said, snapping himself back from dour thoughtfulness. He smiled at her once more, this time less timid and less tainted by his own bitterness. "Maybe. I still have some work to do..." He couldn't have just left her there, though. "Let's go ahead and get you that numbweed first, though."
He motioned for her to follow him.
Think we're almost done?
Tal shook his head, mostly at himself. Thanks to his internal outburst, he'd come to notice just how bitter he had become. There had never been much room for anger in him; he always got sad or upset instead. He could barely even manage true anger at his father. His solution was always to focus on something else so the resentment wouldn't blossom into hate. That same solution hadn't served him quite as well here with the riders, but his issues with his father kept reemerging alongside the new ones. Maybe looking the other way had never really helped at all.
Was the anger a side effect of trying not to be sad?
He sighed softly and focused his attention back on Lymsleia. Now wasn't the time to muddle over it, especially since he tended to act strange when he got too introspective. He was tired of thinking of all the same things on repeat.
"You're welcome," he said, snapping himself back from dour thoughtfulness. He smiled at her once more, this time less timid and less tainted by his own bitterness. "Maybe. I still have some work to do..." He couldn't have just left her there, though. "Let's go ahead and get you that numbweed first, though."
He motioned for her to follow him.
Think we're almost done?