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03.Mar.12, 10:55 AM
Valerian hadn’t woken when Larrikith started her death keel but when dragons all over the Weyr joined in, it reached the young Harper’s ears and had him jolting awake. He had no idea what the noise was or why it was sounding and leaving him particularly grumpy. It had been partly due to that grumpy state that called for justice against whoever woke him that got him out of bed to investigate but it was also thanks to his naturally curious side that made for a great gossip-gathering Harper. Clothes had been quickly tossed on and he followed a few other people that seemed to be headed for the Healing Hall, likely guided by their distressed dragons. A distressed Larrikith wasn’t what he expected to find.
He watched in horror as she seemed to call out in pain while viciously guarding the doors into the building. It was a bit shocking to see her so violent and flinging someone aside when they tried to approach her when he was used to seeing her spunky and playful personality. Was B’jin injured? Then wouldn’t she want him to receive help? He heard whisperings that B’jin must be dying for Larrikith to act in such a manner but Valerian simply refused to believe that out of sheer stubbornness since he considered the cheerful greenrider something akin to a friend. But with every cry Larrikith made, Valerian fought an urge to go to her. He was arrogant but not arrogant enough to believe she would recognize him or even care that it was him and let him near. He did, however, fully believe his chances of dying by means of Larrikith had shot up two hundred percent since meeting the little green but that didn’t mean he had to completely offer himself up on a platter for her devouring.
It was only when she suddenly went quiet and fell over that Valerian panicked. There was a hush amongst the crowd and no one seemed to move for what seemed like hours but acting simply on impulse, the Harper was the first to rush to her side to check on her. He had no training in that field and quickly moved aside when others followed his lead but he stayed near, watching over the dragon he had befriended, hating that he couldn’t do more than send encouraging thoughts towards her in case she happened to touch upon his mind.
He wasn’t sure how long his silent vigil was held when Larrikith woke and soon after was making her way through the hall. That was more like the pesky green he liked! Jumping to his feet, Valerian was quick to follow and nearly laughed aloud at the sight of the dragon trying to wriggle into the room he could hear B’jin in. At least they knew her rider was fine but Valerian’s curiosity had to be sated and he needed to know what had gone on. A couple of people stared at the greyish-green obstacle, wondering out loud how to get her to move so they could assess the situation but Valerian had his own idea. Thanks to B’jin’s oh-so-helpful hint of climbing up Larrikith to sit atop her, the dark-haired man stepped up to her side, grabbed a fat roll, and scrambled up the muted green hide, sending thoughts to her as he did so she knew who was being so bold. Once he was on her back, he made his way down her neck, squeezing through the opening left thanks to her smaller size.
“B’jin, what did you do last night? You have blood on your…” Valerian’s words were lost as movement from the other side of the room caught his attention, draining the colour from his face. Talian was lying in the bed. Confusion was plainly written on the Harper’s face as he looked from one man to the other, trying to figure out who had been the one bleeding and close to death; assuming the whisperings had been correct. Still unsure over everything but the fact that B’jin had Larrikith comforting him and Talian was sitting alone, Valerian went to his friend, sitting on the edge of the bed without invitation and taking in Talian’s appearance from head to toe, concern etched into his features.
“What happened, Talian? I’m no expert but despite you being great at your job, I don’t think B’jin would be up hugging his dragon if you had just performed your second surgery of your career.”
He watched in horror as she seemed to call out in pain while viciously guarding the doors into the building. It was a bit shocking to see her so violent and flinging someone aside when they tried to approach her when he was used to seeing her spunky and playful personality. Was B’jin injured? Then wouldn’t she want him to receive help? He heard whisperings that B’jin must be dying for Larrikith to act in such a manner but Valerian simply refused to believe that out of sheer stubbornness since he considered the cheerful greenrider something akin to a friend. But with every cry Larrikith made, Valerian fought an urge to go to her. He was arrogant but not arrogant enough to believe she would recognize him or even care that it was him and let him near. He did, however, fully believe his chances of dying by means of Larrikith had shot up two hundred percent since meeting the little green but that didn’t mean he had to completely offer himself up on a platter for her devouring.
It was only when she suddenly went quiet and fell over that Valerian panicked. There was a hush amongst the crowd and no one seemed to move for what seemed like hours but acting simply on impulse, the Harper was the first to rush to her side to check on her. He had no training in that field and quickly moved aside when others followed his lead but he stayed near, watching over the dragon he had befriended, hating that he couldn’t do more than send encouraging thoughts towards her in case she happened to touch upon his mind.
He wasn’t sure how long his silent vigil was held when Larrikith woke and soon after was making her way through the hall. That was more like the pesky green he liked! Jumping to his feet, Valerian was quick to follow and nearly laughed aloud at the sight of the dragon trying to wriggle into the room he could hear B’jin in. At least they knew her rider was fine but Valerian’s curiosity had to be sated and he needed to know what had gone on. A couple of people stared at the greyish-green obstacle, wondering out loud how to get her to move so they could assess the situation but Valerian had his own idea. Thanks to B’jin’s oh-so-helpful hint of climbing up Larrikith to sit atop her, the dark-haired man stepped up to her side, grabbed a fat roll, and scrambled up the muted green hide, sending thoughts to her as he did so she knew who was being so bold. Once he was on her back, he made his way down her neck, squeezing through the opening left thanks to her smaller size.
“B’jin, what did you do last night? You have blood on your…” Valerian’s words were lost as movement from the other side of the room caught his attention, draining the colour from his face. Talian was lying in the bed. Confusion was plainly written on the Harper’s face as he looked from one man to the other, trying to figure out who had been the one bleeding and close to death; assuming the whisperings had been correct. Still unsure over everything but the fact that B’jin had Larrikith comforting him and Talian was sitting alone, Valerian went to his friend, sitting on the edge of the bed without invitation and taking in Talian’s appearance from head to toe, concern etched into his features.
“What happened, Talian? I’m no expert but despite you being great at your job, I don’t think B’jin would be up hugging his dragon if you had just performed your second surgery of your career.”
