02.Feb.12, 06:11 AM
While B'jin was aware of the fact that a lot of the Northerners would go well out of their way to avoid doing any chores they were assigned, he was also aware that they had rest days and there were some few that tended to finish their chores early. However, given the early nature of the day, B'jin was inclined to think the young man either hadn't started his chores yet or was enjoying a rest day, much like B'jin was planning on doing. At any rate, the greenrider grinned at Valerian's simple statement, and then chuckled softly when Larrikith's bespeaking him caused him to stutter.
The Searchrider watched with amusement as his fellow Harper seemed to come towards them in a dreamlike state, obviously still trying to comprehend the situation in which he had found himself that bright morning. B'jin's grin was wide and heartfelt, while Larrikith's maw twisted in a wolfish grin of her own as Valerian finally shared his name with them, and hovered beside her. Larrikith crooned deeply in her throat, the sound warm and inviting as she watched Valerian with one warmly swirling eye. This was what it was to be a Search dragon! The reaction Valerian was giving her was what she had missed - the awe, the amazement! She gave a gusty sigh of contentment and shifted her weight ever so slightly, so that his hesitant hand fell upon her hide as she breathed in deeply and exhaled that warm breath all over his face.
Then she gave a high pitched chirp of amusement and flicked her right wing out for B'jin to scrub.
"She likes you," he said simply to Valerian, grinning. "Here," B'jin waited until he had Valerian's attention before he tossed a smaller scrubbing brush towards the Candidate. It was one the kids tended to use, when they helped him bathe the impossible dragon. "You want to use enough pressure to not be a waste of time," B'jin explained as he began detailing on Larrikith's extended wing, "but not so much as to damage the skin. Dragons have sensitive skin." B'jin's tone was light and pleasent as he explained - not at all lecturing - as he simply explained something he knew many people at Katila didn't know.
"Your arms are likely to be killing you within a quarter hour." He added, smirking. With his dark blue shirt's sleeves folded to just above his elbows, the muscles that had formed from years of dragon-based labour were mostly hidden. Loose calico pants hung to past his ankles, and his feet were bare. Not a particularly striking outfit, but more than acceptable for bathing a dragon that was usually insistant upon dunking him in the water at some point or another.
Go on, Larrikith encouraged, this time focusing enough to make sure Valerian heard her every word. In the unlikely event you hurt me, I will inform you.
The Searchrider watched with amusement as his fellow Harper seemed to come towards them in a dreamlike state, obviously still trying to comprehend the situation in which he had found himself that bright morning. B'jin's grin was wide and heartfelt, while Larrikith's maw twisted in a wolfish grin of her own as Valerian finally shared his name with them, and hovered beside her. Larrikith crooned deeply in her throat, the sound warm and inviting as she watched Valerian with one warmly swirling eye. This was what it was to be a Search dragon! The reaction Valerian was giving her was what she had missed - the awe, the amazement! She gave a gusty sigh of contentment and shifted her weight ever so slightly, so that his hesitant hand fell upon her hide as she breathed in deeply and exhaled that warm breath all over his face.
Then she gave a high pitched chirp of amusement and flicked her right wing out for B'jin to scrub.
"She likes you," he said simply to Valerian, grinning. "Here," B'jin waited until he had Valerian's attention before he tossed a smaller scrubbing brush towards the Candidate. It was one the kids tended to use, when they helped him bathe the impossible dragon. "You want to use enough pressure to not be a waste of time," B'jin explained as he began detailing on Larrikith's extended wing, "but not so much as to damage the skin. Dragons have sensitive skin." B'jin's tone was light and pleasent as he explained - not at all lecturing - as he simply explained something he knew many people at Katila didn't know.
"Your arms are likely to be killing you within a quarter hour." He added, smirking. With his dark blue shirt's sleeves folded to just above his elbows, the muscles that had formed from years of dragon-based labour were mostly hidden. Loose calico pants hung to past his ankles, and his feet were bare. Not a particularly striking outfit, but more than acceptable for bathing a dragon that was usually insistant upon dunking him in the water at some point or another.
Go on, Larrikith encouraged, this time focusing enough to make sure Valerian heard her every word. In the unlikely event you hurt me, I will inform you.