08.Feb.12, 03:59 AM
B'jin laughed, but the sound was sour, and held no humour within it. His eyes were dark as he leaned forward seriously and pursed his lips, waiting until he caught Talian's eyes with his own. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, shaking his head as he did so, but never once letting go of Talian's eyes.
"With a dragon, Tal, there is no choice. You do not choose to Imperss them, they choose to Impress you. All you can hope, is that you'll be ready." From B'jin's bitter tone and irritable expression as he sat back in his chair with a huff, it was obvious he had not been given even that much. Even Talian, and his fellow Stolen, were given far more training and assistance than B'jin had recieved. He had only attented the Hatching in order to fulfil part of his Journey requirements! He had hardly been the only one shocked beyond belief when the little green had screamed his name in outrage when he wouldn't acknowledge her more gentle prods. B'jin took a deep breath and then shrugged slightly.
"Nemall had no reason to be jealous of Larri," B'jin grumbled, shaking his head. "He was literally jealous of the dragon herself. I don't understand it, and he refused to elaborate. Larri is no better; she keeps secrets like a... harper," he added lamely, resisting the urge to drop his head onto the tables. Shaking himself visibly, B'jin once more threw it off like a winter coat and latched on to awkwardness that Talian was giving off, his good natured and teasing smirk back in place.
The greenrider burst into cheerful laughter as Talian denied looking, and his smirk widened, "Really? There are at least three of them I would not say no to..." His smirk now was completely made of mischief, his comment obviously designed to make his young friend uncomfortable and his brown eyes sparkled delightfully. "Ooh! Who?" Without missing a beat, B'jin leaned forward and stared at Talian with high curiosity, expression far too interested to satisfy simple curiosity.
"With a dragon, Tal, there is no choice. You do not choose to Imperss them, they choose to Impress you. All you can hope, is that you'll be ready." From B'jin's bitter tone and irritable expression as he sat back in his chair with a huff, it was obvious he had not been given even that much. Even Talian, and his fellow Stolen, were given far more training and assistance than B'jin had recieved. He had only attented the Hatching in order to fulfil part of his Journey requirements! He had hardly been the only one shocked beyond belief when the little green had screamed his name in outrage when he wouldn't acknowledge her more gentle prods. B'jin took a deep breath and then shrugged slightly.
"Nemall had no reason to be jealous of Larri," B'jin grumbled, shaking his head. "He was literally jealous of the dragon herself. I don't understand it, and he refused to elaborate. Larri is no better; she keeps secrets like a... harper," he added lamely, resisting the urge to drop his head onto the tables. Shaking himself visibly, B'jin once more threw it off like a winter coat and latched on to awkwardness that Talian was giving off, his good natured and teasing smirk back in place.
The greenrider burst into cheerful laughter as Talian denied looking, and his smirk widened, "Really? There are at least three of them I would not say no to..." His smirk now was completely made of mischief, his comment obviously designed to make his young friend uncomfortable and his brown eyes sparkled delightfully. "Ooh! Who?" Without missing a beat, B'jin leaned forward and stared at Talian with high curiosity, expression far too interested to satisfy simple curiosity.