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22.Aug.12, 01:16 AM
If everyone worked together, we probably would. But that is not happening now and probably never will. Sanderon thought back to Ronarth with a flash of anger. He wasn't angry at Ronarth but the way everything here was run so terribly. Even the leadership was fragmented. How could there be unity with examples like that? Not to mention the cruelty and unjust conditions placed upon some. It was just plain stupid. How could they have peace if the ones who wanted it the most were denied the very thing everyone claimed to want and that was peace.
It was all a vicious circle that had to be broken. Somehow, by someone or something, things had to be knocked around a bit and resettled in a better way. And it had to happen soon. If not, Sanderon with his new insight of dragons maybe reading his thoughts in order to find him, would disappear for good. And this time, he wouldn't fail. He was better equipped with a very important piece of knowledge. If he hid his every thought, they could not find him. At least that is what he surmised from what little he had learned from the bronze. It would be something worth testing before he made such a bold move as going away. The last thing he wanted was more lashings.
Thanks again Ronarth. You've helped more than you know. Sanderon thought at the bronze right before the sound of breaking glass could be heard. It made him jerk reflexively and then groan through clenched teeth with the movement.
His groan stopped short as he hated for anyone to hear it and watched as D'ren went to his bronze.
Seeing D'ren's gentleness with his Bronze was actually surprising to Sanderon. He thought the weyrleader was a harsh man. But several things he had seen and heard, within the last half-candlemark would contradict his belief. This show of affection was the most convincing of all.
Be well. Sanderon thought to Ronarth when he saw the ichor on his nose.
Sanderon noticed the footsteps stopping nearby and so he turned his full attention there. The healer, Talian, was there in the doorway. Sanderon observed his appearance and tried to judge what the young man was thinking. Would he relieve his pain now? Sanderon sure hoped so. When D'ren noticed Talian standing there too and said his goodbyes, Sand was relieved. He didn't want to think about the weyrleader anymore. There were too many conflicting thoughts and emotions racing around in his brain. He just wanted him gone.
The man's last statement though before he left, made Sand's eyes widen and then quickly narrow. How in the world was he suppose to take that?! Be in the weyrleader's wing? Wasn't that suppose to be a privileged and trusted place? Oh how much he wanted to hate the man right now. Instead of answering favorably or negatively, he closed his eyes until the man was gone. He was angry, frustrated, confused and in a great deal of anguish.
Sanderon opened his eyes again when it was 'safe' to do so and acknowledge the healer with something resembling respectful acceptance in his eyes. He would allow this person to care for him. He felt that Talian would treat him with respect and not like a poor helpless infant or a piece of scum. If he even grinned at Sanderon's pain though, it did not matter how much anguish he was in, he would get up and crawl out of the Healing Hall. In fact he had half a mind to do that already, especially with the window broken now. The soft breeze that came aggravated his open wounds.
"Talian." Sanderon spoke the healers name. Then he offered his own though he wondered if Talian already knew it. "Sanderon."
It was all a vicious circle that had to be broken. Somehow, by someone or something, things had to be knocked around a bit and resettled in a better way. And it had to happen soon. If not, Sanderon with his new insight of dragons maybe reading his thoughts in order to find him, would disappear for good. And this time, he wouldn't fail. He was better equipped with a very important piece of knowledge. If he hid his every thought, they could not find him. At least that is what he surmised from what little he had learned from the bronze. It would be something worth testing before he made such a bold move as going away. The last thing he wanted was more lashings.
Thanks again Ronarth. You've helped more than you know. Sanderon thought at the bronze right before the sound of breaking glass could be heard. It made him jerk reflexively and then groan through clenched teeth with the movement.
His groan stopped short as he hated for anyone to hear it and watched as D'ren went to his bronze.
Seeing D'ren's gentleness with his Bronze was actually surprising to Sanderon. He thought the weyrleader was a harsh man. But several things he had seen and heard, within the last half-candlemark would contradict his belief. This show of affection was the most convincing of all.
Be well. Sanderon thought to Ronarth when he saw the ichor on his nose.
Sanderon noticed the footsteps stopping nearby and so he turned his full attention there. The healer, Talian, was there in the doorway. Sanderon observed his appearance and tried to judge what the young man was thinking. Would he relieve his pain now? Sanderon sure hoped so. When D'ren noticed Talian standing there too and said his goodbyes, Sand was relieved. He didn't want to think about the weyrleader anymore. There were too many conflicting thoughts and emotions racing around in his brain. He just wanted him gone.
The man's last statement though before he left, made Sand's eyes widen and then quickly narrow. How in the world was he suppose to take that?! Be in the weyrleader's wing? Wasn't that suppose to be a privileged and trusted place? Oh how much he wanted to hate the man right now. Instead of answering favorably or negatively, he closed his eyes until the man was gone. He was angry, frustrated, confused and in a great deal of anguish.
Sanderon opened his eyes again when it was 'safe' to do so and acknowledge the healer with something resembling respectful acceptance in his eyes. He would allow this person to care for him. He felt that Talian would treat him with respect and not like a poor helpless infant or a piece of scum. If he even grinned at Sanderon's pain though, it did not matter how much anguish he was in, he would get up and crawl out of the Healing Hall. In fact he had half a mind to do that already, especially with the window broken now. The soft breeze that came aggravated his open wounds.
"Talian." Sanderon spoke the healers name. Then he offered his own though he wondered if Talian already knew it. "Sanderon."
