Post by Requiem on Jan 19, 2011 22:17:36 GMT -5
It seemed that neither of the candidates he was with had any interest in answering him. Which was their right, he supposed. Faolan pushed his food around on his plate. Most of it wasn't making it anywhere close to down his throat. The man would have been more comfortable moving through the crowd, filling glasses or something. Being in the middle of the press while eating was disturbing him.
When Denvaril finally spoke up, the wher candidate had almost forgotten he'd even asked the question, a problem that was only furthered by the fact that the younger man had completely misunderstood his question. Or so it seemed by the answer. Faolan hadn't been referring to anything as abstract as Denvaril was addressing, merely the sheer volume of people in here. Though it did give some small insight into the nature of the boy's thoughts.
An exchanged look? Faolan glanced at Porita. The Hatching, everything was different, these two candidates...and the rumors that had drawn him here to begin with. The slender man returned to eating slowly. A moment passed before he again turned his mind to what Denvaril had said. "That's why I came," he admitted quietly. "This is...probably as close to home to me as I'll get. Had to know." His words trailed off into a murmur.
Know what? Just what was happening to Selenitas. And maybe he'd been hoping to find a familiar face in this sea of strangers, too, in the backmost portion of his mind where he entertained such...unlikely...hopes. Aliscia, really. The rest that he'd known were dead or he didn't really want to see. He shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes fixed on his food again. Still.
"At least...this isn't Fort." It was the only bit of comfort he could offer to candidates who'd been involved in the horror of that Hatching. He didn't know - couldn't know - had no desire to assume whether or not these two had been bonded to the murdered hatchlings. "No slave trade." No further hell for those already immersed in it. He didn't add that at least the weyrlings hadn't been bonded too strongly yet, either. New weyrlings bounced back far swifter than full riders...for the most part.
When Denvaril finally spoke up, the wher candidate had almost forgotten he'd even asked the question, a problem that was only furthered by the fact that the younger man had completely misunderstood his question. Or so it seemed by the answer. Faolan hadn't been referring to anything as abstract as Denvaril was addressing, merely the sheer volume of people in here. Though it did give some small insight into the nature of the boy's thoughts.
An exchanged look? Faolan glanced at Porita. The Hatching, everything was different, these two candidates...and the rumors that had drawn him here to begin with. The slender man returned to eating slowly. A moment passed before he again turned his mind to what Denvaril had said. "That's why I came," he admitted quietly. "This is...probably as close to home to me as I'll get. Had to know." His words trailed off into a murmur.
Know what? Just what was happening to Selenitas. And maybe he'd been hoping to find a familiar face in this sea of strangers, too, in the backmost portion of his mind where he entertained such...unlikely...hopes. Aliscia, really. The rest that he'd known were dead or he didn't really want to see. He shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes fixed on his food again. Still.
"At least...this isn't Fort." It was the only bit of comfort he could offer to candidates who'd been involved in the horror of that Hatching. He didn't know - couldn't know - had no desire to assume whether or not these two had been bonded to the murdered hatchlings. "No slave trade." No further hell for those already immersed in it. He didn't add that at least the weyrlings hadn't been bonded too strongly yet, either. New weyrlings bounced back far swifter than full riders...for the most part.