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30.Aug.12, 09:27 PM
Things had been weird for Talian. He had a lot on his mind lately, stemming not only from recent events but also from past and upcoming anniversaries. His birthday and the day he'd been kidnapped passed quietly, celebrated and mourned only in the privacy of his own room and with no mention to his friends or new family. There was one final milestone remaining, but he was trying his very best not to dwell on that one too much. It was perhaps the worst of all, and it was perilously slow. He also had more recent baggage to worry about: J'ver, Valerian, and Jada. It was a mess.
Talian never was quite sure how he felt about things anymore. Perhaps that was for the best. He knew he should have been rattled more by certain recent events than he actually was, but that in and of itself was disturbing. He'd been upset at first, and he'd tried to be more upset later, but it didn't even seem worth the effort. Part of it was his natural instinct for resignation and submission. If it was easier to give in, sometimes that was the best thing. If anything, his bump with Valerian some months later had taught him to expect it more often.
How weird had that been. In a screwed up way, Tal was almost happy to have been J'ver's victim first. It taught him not to care.
Not caring: the ultimate Katilan survival tactic. He shrugged it off as if to say 'Keep it coming, Katila. I'm made of tougher stuff than you think'. It didn't offset his sadness, but it encouraged him to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Tal's thoughts were along these lines when he heard the knock at his door. Thank Faranth! Nothing kept him alert and in working order like a good patient. He sprang up and hustled to the door, where he found B'jin and a couple of kids waiting for him. One was familiar, the other was not.
Tal's eyes went to B'jin's, and he understood. He leaned forward and smiled at the young man. "Hello there, Bordtai," Talian said in a personable manner. He wasn't a childhealer specifically, but he had a good manner for working with them. No one had ever spoken to Talian like a child, least of all when he actually was one. He didn't speak to children like children, either. He spoke to them almost like grown-ups. He'd been scolded for this back at Healer Hall, but he saw no reason to argue with results. They liked being treated like grown-ups. They often felt as smart as grownups. As a child, Talian had been as smart as most grown-ups. He couldn't empathize with treating them any other way.
"Looks like nothing serious," Talian said. He walked back to his desk and got a cloth and some salve. He dampened the cloth in the bucket of water he kept close by, then returned and offered it to Bordtai. "Here you are. Once you're finished, do you mind if I do some basic first-aid?" he asked. He winked at B'jin.
Talian never was quite sure how he felt about things anymore. Perhaps that was for the best. He knew he should have been rattled more by certain recent events than he actually was, but that in and of itself was disturbing. He'd been upset at first, and he'd tried to be more upset later, but it didn't even seem worth the effort. Part of it was his natural instinct for resignation and submission. If it was easier to give in, sometimes that was the best thing. If anything, his bump with Valerian some months later had taught him to expect it more often.
How weird had that been. In a screwed up way, Tal was almost happy to have been J'ver's victim first. It taught him not to care.
Not caring: the ultimate Katilan survival tactic. He shrugged it off as if to say 'Keep it coming, Katila. I'm made of tougher stuff than you think'. It didn't offset his sadness, but it encouraged him to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Tal's thoughts were along these lines when he heard the knock at his door. Thank Faranth! Nothing kept him alert and in working order like a good patient. He sprang up and hustled to the door, where he found B'jin and a couple of kids waiting for him. One was familiar, the other was not.
Tal's eyes went to B'jin's, and he understood. He leaned forward and smiled at the young man. "Hello there, Bordtai," Talian said in a personable manner. He wasn't a childhealer specifically, but he had a good manner for working with them. No one had ever spoken to Talian like a child, least of all when he actually was one. He didn't speak to children like children, either. He spoke to them almost like grown-ups. He'd been scolded for this back at Healer Hall, but he saw no reason to argue with results. They liked being treated like grown-ups. They often felt as smart as grownups. As a child, Talian had been as smart as most grown-ups. He couldn't empathize with treating them any other way.
"Looks like nothing serious," Talian said. He walked back to his desk and got a cloth and some salve. He dampened the cloth in the bucket of water he kept close by, then returned and offered it to Bordtai. "Here you are. Once you're finished, do you mind if I do some basic first-aid?" he asked. He winked at B'jin.
