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26.Aug.12, 10:44 AM
"I'm not your peer," he corrected quickly, turning his face away as he did so. His words were neither cruel not abrupt, but spoken as a simple and elegant fact. Jada was a dragonrider, and her behavior of late made her alliance painfully clear. It didn't provoke the hatred in Talian that it would have during his walk through the darkness. Talian simply didn't consider any dragonriders his peers. Not even Valerian and Erisi. Not even B'jin. Why would she be an exception?
It wasn't so simple as an 'us and them' situation to Talian. He understood the subtleties and blurred lines involved in the whole Katila affair. He considered the black and white outlook maintained by so many Katilans - riders and northerners alike - to be one of the great causes of their division. Either side could view it as this-or-that situation, but Jada herself was an example of how that didn't work in practice. Northerners Impressed dragons and became dragonriders. Dragonriders sometimes saw both sides. Sometimes northerners were converted.
All of them were idiots.
All Talian wanted was to feel at home somewhere. Anywhere, at this point. Katila remained a foul prison, though a bearable one with the small number of friends who'd breached his unresponsive exterior. Few spared him a second look, and even fewer stuck through through his bitter phase to stand with him today. They weren't enough to make it home, though.
Shards, he could still remember the day after his suicide attempt. He rested on the best beside B'jin, and wearily promised to the greenrider that he accepted Katila as his home. It was true, in a way. That was the day he realized he had no choice, that the entire ordeal wasn't just some awful nightmare that he'd wake up from. Katila was his home. Today, he still felt the same weighty resignation. 'Home' wasn't the right word. It was where he lived, but it would never be home until it felt like home. The dragonriders could say what they wanted about northerners, but no one could deny that they were shitty hosts. It wasn't the sort of thing Talian complained about any more, but it still bothered him just a much as it once had.
'Home' wouldn't feel like home anymore even if he could go back, not with Fiora raising his child without him all this time. Maybe he should just hide in the south forever, ashamed that he'd somehow failed at parenting even worse than his own father had. At least then he'd never have to show his face to the people who'd once had faith in him. Besides, he'd managed to make his room and office comfortable. In fact, he hardly saw a reason to come out unless something particular called out to him.
Tal's expression remained curiously neutral after his comment. Jada's comments about Krypth seemed out of place, but Tal assumed it was natural for her to defend her dragon. "I didn't think she had," he replied softly. "It's my understanding that dragons don't harm humans." In spite of this, he still cringed from her.
His demeanor shifted suddenly art her next sentence. Tal's eyes suddenly widened and he felt his heart stop.
Look, I've... heard the rumors about what happened to you
Tal didn't think about the suicide. That was long in his past now, so long ago to his mind that he had a hard time believing it hadn't even been a while turn yet. He thought only of the much more recent incident, something so horrifying that he kept to himself. He turned to her, eyes wide in horror.
"You....y-you heard about that?" he whispered furiously, a look of pure panic setting into his face. No! No one could know! J'ver had promised to repeat the action, or even worse, if so much as a whisper got back to him. Talian could feel his stomach churning at the very thought. He sank into his covers, pulling them over his head like a child afraid of the dark, as if hiding there could keep him safe from the retribution that he so greatly feared.
"Who did you h-hear it from?" he asked, quivering.
It wasn't so simple as an 'us and them' situation to Talian. He understood the subtleties and blurred lines involved in the whole Katila affair. He considered the black and white outlook maintained by so many Katilans - riders and northerners alike - to be one of the great causes of their division. Either side could view it as this-or-that situation, but Jada herself was an example of how that didn't work in practice. Northerners Impressed dragons and became dragonriders. Dragonriders sometimes saw both sides. Sometimes northerners were converted.
All of them were idiots.
All Talian wanted was to feel at home somewhere. Anywhere, at this point. Katila remained a foul prison, though a bearable one with the small number of friends who'd breached his unresponsive exterior. Few spared him a second look, and even fewer stuck through through his bitter phase to stand with him today. They weren't enough to make it home, though.
Shards, he could still remember the day after his suicide attempt. He rested on the best beside B'jin, and wearily promised to the greenrider that he accepted Katila as his home. It was true, in a way. That was the day he realized he had no choice, that the entire ordeal wasn't just some awful nightmare that he'd wake up from. Katila was his home. Today, he still felt the same weighty resignation. 'Home' wasn't the right word. It was where he lived, but it would never be home until it felt like home. The dragonriders could say what they wanted about northerners, but no one could deny that they were shitty hosts. It wasn't the sort of thing Talian complained about any more, but it still bothered him just a much as it once had.
'Home' wouldn't feel like home anymore even if he could go back, not with Fiora raising his child without him all this time. Maybe he should just hide in the south forever, ashamed that he'd somehow failed at parenting even worse than his own father had. At least then he'd never have to show his face to the people who'd once had faith in him. Besides, he'd managed to make his room and office comfortable. In fact, he hardly saw a reason to come out unless something particular called out to him.
Tal's expression remained curiously neutral after his comment. Jada's comments about Krypth seemed out of place, but Tal assumed it was natural for her to defend her dragon. "I didn't think she had," he replied softly. "It's my understanding that dragons don't harm humans." In spite of this, he still cringed from her.
His demeanor shifted suddenly art her next sentence. Tal's eyes suddenly widened and he felt his heart stop.
Look, I've... heard the rumors about what happened to you
Tal didn't think about the suicide. That was long in his past now, so long ago to his mind that he had a hard time believing it hadn't even been a while turn yet. He thought only of the much more recent incident, something so horrifying that he kept to himself. He turned to her, eyes wide in horror.
"You....y-you heard about that?" he whispered furiously, a look of pure panic setting into his face. No! No one could know! J'ver had promised to repeat the action, or even worse, if so much as a whisper got back to him. Talian could feel his stomach churning at the very thought. He sank into his covers, pulling them over his head like a child afraid of the dark, as if hiding there could keep him safe from the retribution that he so greatly feared.
"Who did you h-hear it from?" he asked, quivering.
