is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?
There would always be good with the bad, and the social structure had issues. It was mostly peaceful there -- aside from the pit -- but the ranking system was limited to only the ruling species, and only their efforts mattered. As something half and stuck in both sides, Lasairian had his personal struggles with all of that. Perhaps there was greed in wanting more, in wishing his efforts mattered more, but Lasairian couldn't help that. Some of it was in the way he was raised and who he was, and the rest was simply in that striving need to be better than he felt he was. To matter more.
At least here, in this place, this type of world, that sort of thing did seem more possible to him. Not that Lasairian expected much, considering his desired field as a medic, but he did want to become a better medic. Once he decided on which field to specialize in, at least. Something for another day. Yet it did help in how he was settling in here, despite what he missed about the Bheo and those within it. Mostly a select few of those who lived there, but that was the place he was not so interested to go into with explanations to others. Parts of it would bother him to admit, even.
He's shaken from that train of thought when Cassilyn speaks again, and he nods to that, because the layout, the nature of it is wonderful, even if it comes with downsides. When she asks if he enjoyed it there, Lasairian was silent for a moment, "yes, and sometimes no," he answered it honestly, without holding back the fact that there was negativity in it all somewhere. With the conversation turned to beginning the journey, and how she was glad she wasn't finishing the journey on her own, Lasairian smiled, "it is, indeed, a great thing to have good company on long walks," he responded as he kept going.
(( exit post ))
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