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03.Mar.12, 08:36 AM
Aware of Talian's squeak of pain, B'jin was gentle with his grip but no less fierce in his determination not to let the young man go. He'd almost lost him! He couldn't believe his good fortune, at having managed to pull him, pull them both, through. Faranth was watching over them last night! Allowing Talian to slip out of his grip, B'jin stood up carefully from where he was kneeling, and sat heavily on the foot of Talian's bed, grimacing as he allowed the young healer to look at his arm.
"Probably," he muttered, taking his arm back as Talian made himself comfortable. "But that stuff knocks me around." Maybe he'd always been given heavier doses to account for his allergy to Numbweed, or perhaps he was effected more strongly by that plant, too. Whatever the case, B'jin was liable to pass out if he drank it, and he'd just woken up, however grumpily. Grumpy, grumpy- "Larrikith!" B'jin used the silence that Talian unintentionally gave him to search out his dragon's mind. His face paled when he failed to find her straight away, before relief touched his muscles when he discovered her, still outside, and completely gone to the world. Her mind a hazy swirl of tangled emotions, he took the time to filter through them and sort them out, buffering the negative aside in favour of leaving her with sweeter emotions - such as his elation at have Talian alive and well - to give her sweeter dreams and, hopefully, a sweeter disposition when she awoke. He wasn't going to hold his breath, however.
Opening his eyes slowly with a lazy smile, B'jin turned his bright gaze upon Talian with quiet assurance that the world was as it should be, albeit somewhat sore and tender, before frowning as Talian spoke. His left eyebrow arched slightly as he gave Talian an amused, slightly tired expression. "Talian, no one is in control of their life, and especially not for the first twenty turns or so. No one is exempt from that." B'jin paused a moment. "Talerian was undoubtedly stricter on you than others parents may be, but it doesn't change the fact that your life, my life, every brat born within this Weyr, and those born North; Their lives are controlled by the adults that surround them. My own life, controlled by my parents, then my masters," He shook his head, "Impressing Larrikith is a moot point, Talian, because while I probably would have made it to Master, I would still be under the thumb of the Master Harper. Impressed to Larri, I was under the thumb of everyone that out ranked me, and because of Larri's small size, that was just about everyone. We can out maneuver just about anyone in the sky, we are an amazing Search pair, and my candidates always Impress well - but being a wingrider is expected and being a Searcher is not a rank of any note, unless you happen to nab the next Queenrider and she takes a fancy to you." He shook his head slightly, letting his words roll around the room before falling away. "The only ones in control of their own life, are the Holdless, and I don't know about you, Kiddo, but I like having a little more stability than that, even if it does come by sitting on the bottom of the shit heap."
"It was incredibly selfish," B'jin said, and his tone was very matter of fact without being very emotive at all. It wasn't so much that there was no emotion involved in the words, as that what he was saying was simply a fact. It was, as far as he was concerned. He wasn't going to lecture Talian on how wrong it was for him to do such a thing, because he was pretty sure Talian knew that much. He wasn't going to threaten to not be there if he did it again, because as much as it would kill him, B'jin probably would be there to drag him out of the mess. Either that, or he'd have Larri drop the kid between. At least that was clean and tidy! The man gazed down absently at his chest, noting with disgusted interest the amount of dried brown blood that was smeared across it and soaked through it. He would need a new shirt.
"You owe me a new shirt." He said mildly, apparently accepting Talian's promise at face value without the need to expand upon it. If Talian said he wouldn't do it again, B'jin would believe him and accept it as truth. He wasn't about to tell the boy that if he had really wanted to die, there were two hundred odd dragons living in their Weyr, and while suicide was frowned upon by the non-bonded, it was still an accepted part of their life; no one was expected to live if they truly wanted to die. It was a lot messier and much easier to clean up after dropping someone between than the use of poison. B'jin was pretty sure it was probably a lot less painful, but that it would undoubtedly be incredibly cold and lonely.
When B'jin shuddered, dreading the day it was his turn to take that eternal trip between, Larrikith stirred. The green dragon's multi flected eyes opened and stared up at those that hovered over her with a blank expression, her mind befuddled. Why was she outside in the grass? Her hide was grey tinged and she felt so tired B'jin? she cried, feebly, and struggled to collect herself into a more dignified curled up position, eyes flashing with fear.
"Easy, Larri. We're alright, baby girl. Are you okay?" B'jin's expression was tender, his voice a soft murmur. I hurt. No. You hurt. Her eyes flashed, whirling faster as her head spun towards the direction B'jin was in. "I'm fine, dear. Do you want me?" His gaze met Talian's, loath to leave the young healer, but itching for the comfort of his dragon. No. Stay. I will come to you. Larrikith groaned as she climbed to her feet, and wobbled preciously. She glanced at the door that lead down the hall and then back at herself for a moment, judging. She was round, but she was small. With an expression of determination, the little green shoved men and women alike out of her way before nosing the double doors open and squishing her way down the hall, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. A moment later, she shoved her head and neck into the room B'jin and Talian were occupying.
Best of both worlds, she said softly, touching lightly on Talian's mind. She gave a creel of love as B'jin threw himself off the bed and wrapped his arms around her face. The dragon lowered herself to the floor, curling up on the other side of the door way, her shoulders pressed into the small panes. B'jin followed her down, her head resting across his legs as he stroked her face and muttered unintelligible reassurances.
[sup]Get past the big green butt if you can LOL; Climb over her if you want. I don't care XD[/sup]
"Probably," he muttered, taking his arm back as Talian made himself comfortable. "But that stuff knocks me around." Maybe he'd always been given heavier doses to account for his allergy to Numbweed, or perhaps he was effected more strongly by that plant, too. Whatever the case, B'jin was liable to pass out if he drank it, and he'd just woken up, however grumpily. Grumpy, grumpy- "Larrikith!" B'jin used the silence that Talian unintentionally gave him to search out his dragon's mind. His face paled when he failed to find her straight away, before relief touched his muscles when he discovered her, still outside, and completely gone to the world. Her mind a hazy swirl of tangled emotions, he took the time to filter through them and sort them out, buffering the negative aside in favour of leaving her with sweeter emotions - such as his elation at have Talian alive and well - to give her sweeter dreams and, hopefully, a sweeter disposition when she awoke. He wasn't going to hold his breath, however.
Opening his eyes slowly with a lazy smile, B'jin turned his bright gaze upon Talian with quiet assurance that the world was as it should be, albeit somewhat sore and tender, before frowning as Talian spoke. His left eyebrow arched slightly as he gave Talian an amused, slightly tired expression. "Talian, no one is in control of their life, and especially not for the first twenty turns or so. No one is exempt from that." B'jin paused a moment. "Talerian was undoubtedly stricter on you than others parents may be, but it doesn't change the fact that your life, my life, every brat born within this Weyr, and those born North; Their lives are controlled by the adults that surround them. My own life, controlled by my parents, then my masters," He shook his head, "Impressing Larrikith is a moot point, Talian, because while I probably would have made it to Master, I would still be under the thumb of the Master Harper. Impressed to Larri, I was under the thumb of everyone that out ranked me, and because of Larri's small size, that was just about everyone. We can out maneuver just about anyone in the sky, we are an amazing Search pair, and my candidates always Impress well - but being a wingrider is expected and being a Searcher is not a rank of any note, unless you happen to nab the next Queenrider and she takes a fancy to you." He shook his head slightly, letting his words roll around the room before falling away. "The only ones in control of their own life, are the Holdless, and I don't know about you, Kiddo, but I like having a little more stability than that, even if it does come by sitting on the bottom of the shit heap."
"It was incredibly selfish," B'jin said, and his tone was very matter of fact without being very emotive at all. It wasn't so much that there was no emotion involved in the words, as that what he was saying was simply a fact. It was, as far as he was concerned. He wasn't going to lecture Talian on how wrong it was for him to do such a thing, because he was pretty sure Talian knew that much. He wasn't going to threaten to not be there if he did it again, because as much as it would kill him, B'jin probably would be there to drag him out of the mess. Either that, or he'd have Larri drop the kid between. At least that was clean and tidy! The man gazed down absently at his chest, noting with disgusted interest the amount of dried brown blood that was smeared across it and soaked through it. He would need a new shirt.
"You owe me a new shirt." He said mildly, apparently accepting Talian's promise at face value without the need to expand upon it. If Talian said he wouldn't do it again, B'jin would believe him and accept it as truth. He wasn't about to tell the boy that if he had really wanted to die, there were two hundred odd dragons living in their Weyr, and while suicide was frowned upon by the non-bonded, it was still an accepted part of their life; no one was expected to live if they truly wanted to die. It was a lot messier and much easier to clean up after dropping someone between than the use of poison. B'jin was pretty sure it was probably a lot less painful, but that it would undoubtedly be incredibly cold and lonely.
When B'jin shuddered, dreading the day it was his turn to take that eternal trip between, Larrikith stirred. The green dragon's multi flected eyes opened and stared up at those that hovered over her with a blank expression, her mind befuddled. Why was she outside in the grass? Her hide was grey tinged and she felt so tired B'jin? she cried, feebly, and struggled to collect herself into a more dignified curled up position, eyes flashing with fear.
"Easy, Larri. We're alright, baby girl. Are you okay?" B'jin's expression was tender, his voice a soft murmur. I hurt. No. You hurt. Her eyes flashed, whirling faster as her head spun towards the direction B'jin was in. "I'm fine, dear. Do you want me?" His gaze met Talian's, loath to leave the young healer, but itching for the comfort of his dragon. No. Stay. I will come to you. Larrikith groaned as she climbed to her feet, and wobbled preciously. She glanced at the door that lead down the hall and then back at herself for a moment, judging. She was round, but she was small. With an expression of determination, the little green shoved men and women alike out of her way before nosing the double doors open and squishing her way down the hall, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. A moment later, she shoved her head and neck into the room B'jin and Talian were occupying.
Best of both worlds, she said softly, touching lightly on Talian's mind. She gave a creel of love as B'jin threw himself off the bed and wrapped his arms around her face. The dragon lowered herself to the floor, curling up on the other side of the door way, her shoulders pressed into the small panes. B'jin followed her down, her head resting across his legs as he stroked her face and muttered unintelligible reassurances.
[sup]Get past the big green butt if you can LOL; Climb over her if you want. I don't care XD[/sup]
