06.Jun.12, 05:51 PM
Talian flinched, his entire body drawing up defensively as he watched. He'd never seen someone in such a fit of sorrow before. He'd never even imagined a girl like Lymsleia crying! He swallowed hard and took a step forward, bold in spite of his nervousness, his timid nature overcome by the healer's desire to help.
He slowly seated himself on the floor, sliding against her and tentatively twining one arm around her shoulders, albeit loosely. "He did?" he asked breathlessly. Hardly surprising. The dragonriders were no longer successful in gentle temptation-based control, so of course they would resort of such barbarous methods. "That's because these people are monsters, Lym..." Tal said in a shallow, jaded way. His usually gentle eyes glazed over, his body shuddering in distaste. "...We're not guests to them. We're not privileged. I'm not sure if we're even people to them, Lym." Tal pessimism was coming out full force, but in those moments he found himself more furious with the dragoners than he'd been in a very long time.
He hoped the plague came back. He hardly noticed the thought pass, but once he did and he realized what exactly he'd entertained, he was a little sick with himself.
"...I'm sorry," he whispered, hugging her gently so as to avoid hurting her. What else could he say?
He slowly seated himself on the floor, sliding against her and tentatively twining one arm around her shoulders, albeit loosely. "He did?" he asked breathlessly. Hardly surprising. The dragonriders were no longer successful in gentle temptation-based control, so of course they would resort of such barbarous methods. "That's because these people are monsters, Lym..." Tal said in a shallow, jaded way. His usually gentle eyes glazed over, his body shuddering in distaste. "...We're not guests to them. We're not privileged. I'm not sure if we're even people to them, Lym." Tal pessimism was coming out full force, but in those moments he found himself more furious with the dragoners than he'd been in a very long time.
He hoped the plague came back. He hardly noticed the thought pass, but once he did and he realized what exactly he'd entertained, he was a little sick with himself.
"...I'm sorry," he whispered, hugging her gently so as to avoid hurting her. What else could he say?