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21.Aug.12, 10:50 PM
A soft thump on the window, brought Sanderon's attention away from D'ren and back onto the bronze. Again, he tried to move nothing but his eyes. As his mind wondered why the healer was taking so long, he heard D'ren say that his bronze was worried about him. Sand was about to open his mouth and say 'I know', but he didn't. He didn't owe this man anything. Why should he care if D'ren knew his bronze had bespoken him already?
When the bronze did speak with him again, Sanderon actually welcomed it. He liked to feel as if he wasn't so alone in his own mind. He tried to hide his deeper thoughts though. It would not be good for the weyrleader or anyone here to know how he truly felt about things. All they knew now was that he was trying to escape back north to his family. Let them keep thinking that. In fact....now that he had been lashed perhaps he could 'pretend' that he wouldn't try to 'escape' anymore. That way, when he did make his exit and lived off the land here on his own, they might not know that instead of going north, he would be headed in another direction entirely.
Catching himself thinking these very things as he listened to Ronarth, he quickly slammed those thoughts down deep and covered them over with layers upon layers of built up defenses. Keeping a passive mind now, he concentrated on what Ronarth had to say. It caused Sanderon to frown slightly and glance to D'ren from time to time. He wanted to ask questions about what he was hearing but wondered if he should. Maybe he was better off not knowing. The last thing he wanted to do right now was like this man. That was not going to happen. The less he knew about him the better.
But Sand also couldn't ignore what his eyes were seeing for themselves. Sand was a hunter. That being the case, he had years of training how to be observant and watchful. His observance now, as he looked upon the weyrleader, clearly picked up how shot the man's nerves really were. Added to that was Ronarth's admission that D'ren wanted to go home. Also that D'ren hoped the fighting would stop so they could.
So if we stopped rebelling against our bonds, we would go home? He questioned Ronarth skeptically and then added. If we could go home or at least have the freedom to wander as we wished, I would not have to fight. I just want to be left alone if I can't go home.
Sanderon had not meant to think what he did and hoped suddenly that Ronarth would not relay that to his rider. He was already in enough trouble. He didn't need this added worry of being watched 24/7 on top of it, though he had a very good idea that he already was. How else could they pick him up when he tried to 'escape'.
Can you really read my thoughts and intentions? He asked Ronarth. The answer would be very useful. It never occurred to him until this very moment that he had been tracked by his thoughts alone. That would at least give him back some of his confidence in his ability to disappear from sight and sound.
Hearing D'ren speak up then and tell him about the Healer being the best, and an Honorary Master at that, Sanderon wondered if he should really care. Then he thought that perhaps he should and was hoping that this Honorary Master Healer was also someone who could walk quickly. Because the pain Sand still felt seemed to be increasing in intensity. Perhaps the bruising the slashes caused was also beginning to set in. The swelling of his flesh did not help matters either.
When the footsteps were heard by Sand and then confirmed by D'ren, a part of his mind was relieved. The other part was silently screaming for the person to run.
Honorary Master Healer? Talian. Sanderon finally made the connection. And he was relieved.
When the bronze did speak with him again, Sanderon actually welcomed it. He liked to feel as if he wasn't so alone in his own mind. He tried to hide his deeper thoughts though. It would not be good for the weyrleader or anyone here to know how he truly felt about things. All they knew now was that he was trying to escape back north to his family. Let them keep thinking that. In fact....now that he had been lashed perhaps he could 'pretend' that he wouldn't try to 'escape' anymore. That way, when he did make his exit and lived off the land here on his own, they might not know that instead of going north, he would be headed in another direction entirely.
Catching himself thinking these very things as he listened to Ronarth, he quickly slammed those thoughts down deep and covered them over with layers upon layers of built up defenses. Keeping a passive mind now, he concentrated on what Ronarth had to say. It caused Sanderon to frown slightly and glance to D'ren from time to time. He wanted to ask questions about what he was hearing but wondered if he should. Maybe he was better off not knowing. The last thing he wanted to do right now was like this man. That was not going to happen. The less he knew about him the better.
But Sand also couldn't ignore what his eyes were seeing for themselves. Sand was a hunter. That being the case, he had years of training how to be observant and watchful. His observance now, as he looked upon the weyrleader, clearly picked up how shot the man's nerves really were. Added to that was Ronarth's admission that D'ren wanted to go home. Also that D'ren hoped the fighting would stop so they could.
So if we stopped rebelling against our bonds, we would go home? He questioned Ronarth skeptically and then added. If we could go home or at least have the freedom to wander as we wished, I would not have to fight. I just want to be left alone if I can't go home.
Sanderon had not meant to think what he did and hoped suddenly that Ronarth would not relay that to his rider. He was already in enough trouble. He didn't need this added worry of being watched 24/7 on top of it, though he had a very good idea that he already was. How else could they pick him up when he tried to 'escape'.
Can you really read my thoughts and intentions? He asked Ronarth. The answer would be very useful. It never occurred to him until this very moment that he had been tracked by his thoughts alone. That would at least give him back some of his confidence in his ability to disappear from sight and sound.
Hearing D'ren speak up then and tell him about the Healer being the best, and an Honorary Master at that, Sanderon wondered if he should really care. Then he thought that perhaps he should and was hoping that this Honorary Master Healer was also someone who could walk quickly. Because the pain Sand still felt seemed to be increasing in intensity. Perhaps the bruising the slashes caused was also beginning to set in. The swelling of his flesh did not help matters either.
When the footsteps were heard by Sand and then confirmed by D'ren, a part of his mind was relieved. The other part was silently screaming for the person to run.
Honorary Master Healer? Talian. Sanderon finally made the connection. And he was relieved.
