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27.Jan.12, 03:46 PM
Talian's face hardened as Erisi spoke. The other young man expressed opinions so similar to those held by Talian, though his were much less hard-edged and cold in their connotations. Talian was quietly bitter towards the dragonriders, but he couldn't bring himself to rage at them so. Still, for someone so timid and used to shying away from the outrage of others, Talian took comfort in hearing Erisi's words. He wasn't alone in detesting the dragonriders for their cruel ways, swooping down on young men and women and plucking them away from their livelihoods. In some cases, those livelihoods were all they had.
The healer had lost a lot in his trip south. His life had finally started to work out. He'd achieved a job he enjoyed rather than one thrust upon him, he'd been recognized for his hard work..he even had a girlfriend, possibly even a wife or even a child. Instead, he was here, forced to do work he hated for people who expected him to embrace their way of life.
It just wasn't working.
He tossed his hair aside and reached for a nearby chair. He pulled it close and seated himself before clearing his throat to answer Erisi. "I'm normally not much of a drinker," he announced, "But I wouldn't be surprised to see them lay even more arbitrary rules on us once that mother dragon lays her eggs...So perhaps I should give it a try while I still can," he reasoned lightly. The prospect of going out and drinking with someone was new to him. He'd enjoyed a celebratory drink once or twice, but that was about the extent of it. He laced his fingers together in his lap and bit his lip.
"I may have escaped standing for a dragon, though," he said. He hadn't been directly told that he was 'unfit', but he highly suspected it based on how B'jin and the Weyrleader acted around him. "I think they've decided that picking me up was a mistake." Of course, such a realization was too late to help him.
The healer had lost a lot in his trip south. His life had finally started to work out. He'd achieved a job he enjoyed rather than one thrust upon him, he'd been recognized for his hard work..he even had a girlfriend, possibly even a wife or even a child. Instead, he was here, forced to do work he hated for people who expected him to embrace their way of life.
It just wasn't working.
He tossed his hair aside and reached for a nearby chair. He pulled it close and seated himself before clearing his throat to answer Erisi. "I'm normally not much of a drinker," he announced, "But I wouldn't be surprised to see them lay even more arbitrary rules on us once that mother dragon lays her eggs...So perhaps I should give it a try while I still can," he reasoned lightly. The prospect of going out and drinking with someone was new to him. He'd enjoyed a celebratory drink once or twice, but that was about the extent of it. He laced his fingers together in his lap and bit his lip.
"I may have escaped standing for a dragon, though," he said. He hadn't been directly told that he was 'unfit', but he highly suspected it based on how B'jin and the Weyrleader acted around him. "I think they've decided that picking me up was a mistake." Of course, such a realization was too late to help him.
