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16.Mar.12, 03:12 AM
Valerian had yet to go for dinner and was in his room, working on turning his records of B’jin’s lashing into a mournful ballad which would only end up being for himself as he didn’t quite care to share all of his music with the public. While he didn’t care if people liked what he wrote or found it shocking or offensive, there was a slight respect for the perky greenrider that had only grown after watching the way B’jin had taken the beating and then still defended Talian. If the man wanted a tune about him, then fine, but Valerian assumed he wouldn’t want everyone singing the tale and using it as a cautionary tool as it might hurt more than the actual knotted leather to the back. He was just working out adjectives to describe S’kef when the humming reached the barracks which threw off his groove and earned a glare at the small window.
Within seconds he knew what the noise was and while it was still annoying to be interrupted, Valerian shuffled his papers back into a neat order and put them away lest they blow around or be read and began changing. He didn’t rush into his clothes nor did he take his time. It was just a simple fact of life that needed tending to and he was prepared to go through with it like he did with everything else that came his way; at his own tempo. Besides, if he was meant to Impress than his dragonet would wait for him. Once the pretty unflattering robe that resembled a burlap sack was slipped on and sandals kicked on, Valerian sighed with a glance around his little room. This could be the last time he called the space his or it might be his home for who knew how many more turns until the next clutch came along; assuming he didn’t choose to focus on being a professional weyrfolk specializing in… well it certainly wouldn’t be hunting or numbweed gathering and other than Harpering, Valerian didn’t have experience in much else. So professional Candidate didn’t seem too bad.
As he made his way down the hall, he saw Erisi still in his regular clothes and frowned. He knew his friend didn’t want to go to the Sands and wanted nothing to do with dragons but it would save Erisi a lot of suffering if he just made the effort to show up and stand in the back away from the searching dragonets. Perhaps then he could get out of it without Impressing and get D’ren off his back. So when Erisi’s words reached him, Valerian offered a small smile and nod. However, Kerrin rushed up to them and took matters into his own hands and green eyes shone with amusement as he watched the spunky brat shove Erisi into his room to change.
“Not that I’m agreeing with him, but it’d be better if you did come along though I suspect D’ren would send an army of riders after you instead of doing it himself. We already know he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty.” Nudging Kerrin aside, Valerian stood in the doorway and stared Erisi down until he was confident the man wouldn’t do something stupid like curl up in bed and avoid the whole thing. It would only end up in staying on Candidate Isle which everyone knew Erisi wanted nothing to do with again, “I’ll see you out there, okay?” With that, he turned and nearly ran into Allendris, as stoic as usual but with a look of curiosity showing through.
Thinking back on it, Allendris had been in the room they shared but their friendship often involved long stints of silence where Valerian could forget the glass-smith was even in the room. Naturally that only went one way as he knew Allendris was highly aware of his presence and went through great lengths to avoid certain activities while they were both in the small room. Like dressing. The tall figure before him was now in the Candidate robe which meant Allendris had waited once again until the room was empty. Those born into the Holder life really needed to loosen up. With a mental sigh at his friend, Valerian grabbed Allendris’ hand, “come on, I’m sure there’s a bronze waiting to Impress your snooty ass.” With the glass-smith in tow, Valerian disappeared down the hall and towards the Hatching Circuit, shooting annoyed glances at people either directing them where to go and what to do or cheering them on.
The only two that didn’t earn that treatment were B’jin and Larrikith as the little green’s cheerful voice entered his mind soon after stepping out onto the Sands. He glanced around and found her, sending a little wave in her direction, an action he repeated once B’jin was spotted smiling at him. It was odd but he really was growing to like the two and was glad to see them both. His attention didn’t stay on them long, however, as green eyes zeroed in on the eggs, now sitting in a different order from what he recalled them in the last time he had seen them.
Would he Impress? Would it be that first egg he touched that had trusted him or would that empty egg jump out and maul him for attempting to disturb him? For once, Valerian was lacking in answers but in this case, he sort of didn’t mind. Sometimes a little mystery wasn’t such a bad thing.
It would just be better if it ended on a happy note.
Within seconds he knew what the noise was and while it was still annoying to be interrupted, Valerian shuffled his papers back into a neat order and put them away lest they blow around or be read and began changing. He didn’t rush into his clothes nor did he take his time. It was just a simple fact of life that needed tending to and he was prepared to go through with it like he did with everything else that came his way; at his own tempo. Besides, if he was meant to Impress than his dragonet would wait for him. Once the pretty unflattering robe that resembled a burlap sack was slipped on and sandals kicked on, Valerian sighed with a glance around his little room. This could be the last time he called the space his or it might be his home for who knew how many more turns until the next clutch came along; assuming he didn’t choose to focus on being a professional weyrfolk specializing in… well it certainly wouldn’t be hunting or numbweed gathering and other than Harpering, Valerian didn’t have experience in much else. So professional Candidate didn’t seem too bad.
As he made his way down the hall, he saw Erisi still in his regular clothes and frowned. He knew his friend didn’t want to go to the Sands and wanted nothing to do with dragons but it would save Erisi a lot of suffering if he just made the effort to show up and stand in the back away from the searching dragonets. Perhaps then he could get out of it without Impressing and get D’ren off his back. So when Erisi’s words reached him, Valerian offered a small smile and nod. However, Kerrin rushed up to them and took matters into his own hands and green eyes shone with amusement as he watched the spunky brat shove Erisi into his room to change.
“Not that I’m agreeing with him, but it’d be better if you did come along though I suspect D’ren would send an army of riders after you instead of doing it himself. We already know he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty.” Nudging Kerrin aside, Valerian stood in the doorway and stared Erisi down until he was confident the man wouldn’t do something stupid like curl up in bed and avoid the whole thing. It would only end up in staying on Candidate Isle which everyone knew Erisi wanted nothing to do with again, “I’ll see you out there, okay?” With that, he turned and nearly ran into Allendris, as stoic as usual but with a look of curiosity showing through.
Thinking back on it, Allendris had been in the room they shared but their friendship often involved long stints of silence where Valerian could forget the glass-smith was even in the room. Naturally that only went one way as he knew Allendris was highly aware of his presence and went through great lengths to avoid certain activities while they were both in the small room. Like dressing. The tall figure before him was now in the Candidate robe which meant Allendris had waited once again until the room was empty. Those born into the Holder life really needed to loosen up. With a mental sigh at his friend, Valerian grabbed Allendris’ hand, “come on, I’m sure there’s a bronze waiting to Impress your snooty ass.” With the glass-smith in tow, Valerian disappeared down the hall and towards the Hatching Circuit, shooting annoyed glances at people either directing them where to go and what to do or cheering them on.
The only two that didn’t earn that treatment were B’jin and Larrikith as the little green’s cheerful voice entered his mind soon after stepping out onto the Sands. He glanced around and found her, sending a little wave in her direction, an action he repeated once B’jin was spotted smiling at him. It was odd but he really was growing to like the two and was glad to see them both. His attention didn’t stay on them long, however, as green eyes zeroed in on the eggs, now sitting in a different order from what he recalled them in the last time he had seen them.
Would he Impress? Would it be that first egg he touched that had trusted him or would that empty egg jump out and maul him for attempting to disturb him? For once, Valerian was lacking in answers but in this case, he sort of didn’t mind. Sometimes a little mystery wasn’t such a bad thing.
It would just be better if it ended on a happy note.
