14.Mar.12, 02:20 AM
Valerian nearly missed hearing the healer softly say his name but catch it he did and he turned to frown at Talian, though he was a bit glad to see him getting out more now. But did it have to be for a lashing? “You’re not supposed to be here,” he sent a glare to Erisi trailing behind their friend. It wasn’t that he thought Talian was too weak or sensitive to witness such an act that it would hinder his recovery and moving on. It was more Valerian wasn’t sure how his friend would react to seeing his father figure in pain and being so vulnerable and had a worrying image of Talian running up to stop the whipping or tend to the wounds as soon as they were inflicted. B’jin was like an annoying glowing beacon of good times and goofy grins. Even Valerian didn’t think he was prepared to see the man in pain or possibly acting like he wasn’t and it was simply a deep massage. Oh how he hoped B’jin didn’t try joking his way through it. One glance at D’ren told the Harper that that wouldn’t be appreciated and would only add to the number of times the whip cracked down.
“None of us should be,” the glare Erisi had received was now turned to the weyrleader before green eyes softened and fell back to the hissing green dragon. It was an old weyr tradition, Valerian knew that and could respect such things, but this was barbaric. He wasn’t a fan of pain as Talian and Allendris had teased him about early on and while he was sort of close to B’jin and might call him a friend when pressured enough, the Harper wasn’t sure he would even like witnessing someone he didn’t like or know up there.
“I don’t think she’s going to take the lashings very well,” Valerian spoke softly to his friends but his gaze remained on Larrikith. He saw what she had been like while protecting the Healing Hall when one of B’jin’s loved ones was in pain and dying; how was she going to react to her lifemate being whipped?
“None of us should be,” the glare Erisi had received was now turned to the weyrleader before green eyes softened and fell back to the hissing green dragon. It was an old weyr tradition, Valerian knew that and could respect such things, but this was barbaric. He wasn’t a fan of pain as Talian and Allendris had teased him about early on and while he was sort of close to B’jin and might call him a friend when pressured enough, the Harper wasn’t sure he would even like witnessing someone he didn’t like or know up there.
“I don’t think she’s going to take the lashings very well,” Valerian spoke softly to his friends but his gaze remained on Larrikith. He saw what she had been like while protecting the Healing Hall when one of B’jin’s loved ones was in pain and dying; how was she going to react to her lifemate being whipped?