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28.Jan.12, 10:27 PM
Talian chose to ignore B'jin's comments about 'relevance', as well as his little story about Larrikith. In true fashion, however, the boy's lips quivered uncomfortably as the topic of dragons arose. He didn't care for the beasts any more now than he had before. He was still convinced they were ugly and considered them no more than animals, even if the green had proven her sentience by screaming at him.
Yes, that dragon in particular was his least favorite.
"You were going to be promoted early as well?" Talian asked, his interest aroused by the shift in topic. He could feel himself relaxing as the topic of dragons apparently faded into the background, but he couldn't quite forget one little thing that had been bothering him. He squashed it down for the time being. "That's a strange coincidence. It's rather uncommon," he said softly, almost without emotion. He looked down again and continued to wring his hands. "..My father argued with a committee at the Hall for a couple turns before they agreed to promote me. It took that surgery to finally convince them." Of course, performing something like that was awfully messy. The poor man had to be loaded with alcohol before the first cut could be made.
The next question took some thought. Talian bit his lip and thought hard for a moment. "...Injury wise, or illness? Because I once heard of a girl who had a very strangely deformed hand," he said. He hadn't worked directly with that case, but he'd seen sketches. "As for myself...hmm..." That really did require some thought! "I once saw a man who tripped onto a fence and had a spike rammed through the back of his mouth. He survived because it just happened to slide between two arteries...he made the correct choice not to pull it out himself. Instead, they cut through the wood and he came in with it still stuck inside." That case hadn't turned out so well. The spike was safely removed, but he later died from infection. Talian's fleeting depressed expression was a testament to that.
He turned away for a moment, consciously avoiding eye contact. He didn't want to look desperate to B'jin, but he couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. "...I couldn't help but notice something on that form you filled out about me," he said. "You wrote that I wasn't likely Impressionable. So does that mean you took me from home for no reason after all?"
Yes, that dragon in particular was his least favorite.
"You were going to be promoted early as well?" Talian asked, his interest aroused by the shift in topic. He could feel himself relaxing as the topic of dragons apparently faded into the background, but he couldn't quite forget one little thing that had been bothering him. He squashed it down for the time being. "That's a strange coincidence. It's rather uncommon," he said softly, almost without emotion. He looked down again and continued to wring his hands. "..My father argued with a committee at the Hall for a couple turns before they agreed to promote me. It took that surgery to finally convince them." Of course, performing something like that was awfully messy. The poor man had to be loaded with alcohol before the first cut could be made.
The next question took some thought. Talian bit his lip and thought hard for a moment. "...Injury wise, or illness? Because I once heard of a girl who had a very strangely deformed hand," he said. He hadn't worked directly with that case, but he'd seen sketches. "As for myself...hmm..." That really did require some thought! "I once saw a man who tripped onto a fence and had a spike rammed through the back of his mouth. He survived because it just happened to slide between two arteries...he made the correct choice not to pull it out himself. Instead, they cut through the wood and he came in with it still stuck inside." That case hadn't turned out so well. The spike was safely removed, but he later died from infection. Talian's fleeting depressed expression was a testament to that.
He turned away for a moment, consciously avoiding eye contact. He didn't want to look desperate to B'jin, but he couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. "...I couldn't help but notice something on that form you filled out about me," he said. "You wrote that I wasn't likely Impressionable. So does that mean you took me from home for no reason after all?"
