22.Aug.12, 06:10 PM
Jada's lighthearted greeting was annoying. There was nothing happy or good about this day. Sanderon kept his mouth shut against the obscenities he felt like describing his day as. There was no point. Besides, Jada had never done anything against him personally so right now, his opinion of her character was still under review. He had to hand it to her though, she could be pleasant even in the most unpleasant of places. Just the fact that she had come to see him at all without flying fists or sharp words was a positive mark in his estimation of her. Whether the rest of the visit went as well remained to be seen.
When he heard her acknowledgment of how he was probably feeling, he tried to keep a stern expression but a quick twitch at the corners of his mouth might have suggested the beginnings of an agreeable smirk. A moment later all trace of it was gone. Instead a passive-aggressive frown in his countenance remained.
Jada brought up the subject of food then, much to Sanderon's inner relief. He was starving. With her talk about the food in Healer Hall, the quick hint of that half-hidden smirk returned though he fought to get it back under control. Now was not the time to make nice. He did not want friends here. He just wanted to be respected as a human being and not the feral creature everyone seemed to think he was. He just wanted to be left alone. He was a caged hunter and he did not like it one bit. At least they didn't tie him up. That was some consolation.
This good food that Jada had brought was also a nice consolation. But could he trust it? Was it laced with sedatives too?
His mind having been distracted with the food she was revealing, suddenly looked upon her when she mentioned that he 'looked good'. After studying her expression and body language and determined that she was sincere, he opened his mouth for the first time and said,
"Thank you Jada. Since I look so good, as you say, perhaps you can make them let me out of here. You are a queen rider, aren't you?"
Well his words did start out thankful and almost kind but they turned sour as his angry frustration leaked out.
When he heard her acknowledgment of how he was probably feeling, he tried to keep a stern expression but a quick twitch at the corners of his mouth might have suggested the beginnings of an agreeable smirk. A moment later all trace of it was gone. Instead a passive-aggressive frown in his countenance remained.
Jada brought up the subject of food then, much to Sanderon's inner relief. He was starving. With her talk about the food in Healer Hall, the quick hint of that half-hidden smirk returned though he fought to get it back under control. Now was not the time to make nice. He did not want friends here. He just wanted to be respected as a human being and not the feral creature everyone seemed to think he was. He just wanted to be left alone. He was a caged hunter and he did not like it one bit. At least they didn't tie him up. That was some consolation.
This good food that Jada had brought was also a nice consolation. But could he trust it? Was it laced with sedatives too?
His mind having been distracted with the food she was revealing, suddenly looked upon her when she mentioned that he 'looked good'. After studying her expression and body language and determined that she was sincere, he opened his mouth for the first time and said,
"Thank you Jada. Since I look so good, as you say, perhaps you can make them let me out of here. You are a queen rider, aren't you?"
Well his words did start out thankful and almost kind but they turned sour as his angry frustration leaked out.