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20.Jan.12, 05:22 AM
B'jin listened quietly as Talian seemed to go off on a tangent. He learned more about the young man in those few moments than he had been able to previously, and felt that it was probably a step forward even if Talian was going backwards in the process. A small, quiet smile worked itself onto B'jin's lips, and he gave the young healer a patient look.
"We all have much to learn, Talian, and experience can only be obtained through the years." He indicated the knots the young man was fiddling with, "you, however, do have the knowledge required to assist the other young men and women who claim Healer as their craft through to a Masters ranking."
Pausing at that, B'jin seemed to let the subject die - or at least, he changed it to something else. His voice was soft and low as he spoke, leaning forward slightly in his chair so his weight was on his elbows upon the table. The dragonrider's expression was wide eyed, and home to the innocent gleam that was more commonly seen and accepted around Katila Weyr. His eyes, however, were home to pain and regrets that he let the healer see.
"Very few at Katila Weyr are happy to be here, Talian. We all have friends, family and loved ones back North. The decision to stay here is not something everyone agreed with, but we do as we are commanded, for we cannot outrank our Queen." He sounded sad, and he picked at his sleeve with one hand, not looking him in the eye for a moment. Glancing up, B'jin met Talian's eyes. "I have a son, up north, a little older than you would be. There are many here, with children that were left behind. More, still, with children that never made it through the Plague."
A shudder twisted down his spine, and B'jin jerked straighter in his seat. His expression reformed in an instant, eyes flashing as he glanced towards Larrikith. Obviously, something had been said, and he smiled lovingly at the green beast in the window. B'jin was still feeling the very real sting of losing his sister and her children.
"But, we all make do. We all build new lives." He grinned. "I have two small children, now. A son, and a daughter. Amorandii is only four, and very sweet." A pause. "She looks so much like her late aunt." Whispered as it was, the healer may not have heard. Either way, it wouldn't matter. So long as the young man understood one thing -- he was hardly alone. B'jin didn't enjoy being made out to be a monster, and was watching the young man sadly.
"We all have much to learn, Talian, and experience can only be obtained through the years." He indicated the knots the young man was fiddling with, "you, however, do have the knowledge required to assist the other young men and women who claim Healer as their craft through to a Masters ranking."
Pausing at that, B'jin seemed to let the subject die - or at least, he changed it to something else. His voice was soft and low as he spoke, leaning forward slightly in his chair so his weight was on his elbows upon the table. The dragonrider's expression was wide eyed, and home to the innocent gleam that was more commonly seen and accepted around Katila Weyr. His eyes, however, were home to pain and regrets that he let the healer see.
"Very few at Katila Weyr are happy to be here, Talian. We all have friends, family and loved ones back North. The decision to stay here is not something everyone agreed with, but we do as we are commanded, for we cannot outrank our Queen." He sounded sad, and he picked at his sleeve with one hand, not looking him in the eye for a moment. Glancing up, B'jin met Talian's eyes. "I have a son, up north, a little older than you would be. There are many here, with children that were left behind. More, still, with children that never made it through the Plague."
A shudder twisted down his spine, and B'jin jerked straighter in his seat. His expression reformed in an instant, eyes flashing as he glanced towards Larrikith. Obviously, something had been said, and he smiled lovingly at the green beast in the window. B'jin was still feeling the very real sting of losing his sister and her children.
"But, we all make do. We all build new lives." He grinned. "I have two small children, now. A son, and a daughter. Amorandii is only four, and very sweet." A pause. "She looks so much like her late aunt." Whispered as it was, the healer may not have heard. Either way, it wouldn't matter. So long as the young man understood one thing -- he was hardly alone. B'jin didn't enjoy being made out to be a monster, and was watching the young man sadly.
