05.Jun.13, 07:56 AM
B’jin’s head tilted slightly to one side, watching Talian with a slight frown as the young man appeared to be fighting to find words – something B’jin could understand, if he took the time to recognise it – and he folded his hands neatly in his lap, letting the young man squirm away as he finally began. The greenrider blinked in surprise, before frowning in confusion. Khaduceth bother him? He started to shake his head, utterly confused, before Talian was off again and B’jin stopped, wondering what was going on.
“He doesn’t bother me,” B’jin said slowly, completely confused and taking the question very literally. Khaduceth had never spoken to him, and B’jin’s own thick skulled inability to hear dragons easily had meant that even as Hatchlings, B’jin had only been able to hear the loudest of them for those first few months before they learned to control how far they radiated their thoughts. He couldn’t recall Khaduceth ever being loud enough to speak, and likely he wouldn’t have recalled it anyway; he really did go out of his way not to hear other dragons and was especially dedicated to forgetting when he was forced to hear them.
B’jin raised a hand, brushing it over his face and back through his hair as he shook his head slightly. He was still confused, and he couldn’t remember where Larrikith fit into the odd spiel of words though he knew he’d heard her name at some point, along with accusations..? “He doesn’t bother me,” B’jin repeated, both looking and sounding utterly confused. “I don’t hear dragons very well. I like it that way.” That was pointed; he didn’t want to hear them talking to him and he didn’t want them in his brain. It was bad enough that Larrikith lived in there. Ayyonth only visited rarely and was very polite, while Veeth was cute enough to get away with his cheerful little pranks.
“He doesn’t bother me,” B’jin said slowly, completely confused and taking the question very literally. Khaduceth had never spoken to him, and B’jin’s own thick skulled inability to hear dragons easily had meant that even as Hatchlings, B’jin had only been able to hear the loudest of them for those first few months before they learned to control how far they radiated their thoughts. He couldn’t recall Khaduceth ever being loud enough to speak, and likely he wouldn’t have recalled it anyway; he really did go out of his way not to hear other dragons and was especially dedicated to forgetting when he was forced to hear them.
B’jin raised a hand, brushing it over his face and back through his hair as he shook his head slightly. He was still confused, and he couldn’t remember where Larrikith fit into the odd spiel of words though he knew he’d heard her name at some point, along with accusations..? “He doesn’t bother me,” B’jin repeated, both looking and sounding utterly confused. “I don’t hear dragons very well. I like it that way.” That was pointed; he didn’t want to hear them talking to him and he didn’t want them in his brain. It was bad enough that Larrikith lived in there. Ayyonth only visited rarely and was very polite, while Veeth was cute enough to get away with his cheerful little pranks.