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17.Apr.12, 01:50 AM
Valerian was finally reaching a breaking point. Considering it was Valerian that was pretty impressive. In the Candidates Barracks he had had a quiet roommate and the noise out in the halls hadn’t been too bad but here in the Weyrlings Barracks, it seemed like everything was amplified. The last few nights had humans and dragons running up and down the halls, arguing with each other, or whining about the classes and lack of sleep. They’d have more sleep if the sharding wherries learned to shut up. Valerian scowled at his door from where he was on his bed as someone run after a dragonet. It was time for a change!
Collecting himself from the bed, Valerian changed into a loose pair of pants and a baggy shirt he kept around for chores as neither item was something he would wear on a regular basis. He didn’t feel like lacing up boots and slipped on a pair of sandals he had acquired in the hotter months. He eyed the bedding, wondering if he should bring anything or not for his little outing. A glance to Veeth, sitting primly in the centre of the room with his head cocked to the side as he watched his rider, showed Valerian that he’d either have to tie an item to the little blue’s back or carry everything himself. How would his target react to losing his blanket and pillow? Probably poorly and that made him want to do it all the more. Still, he grabbed one of the blankets and draped it over his shoulders like a cloak, leaving the pillow behind as he headed for the door.
“Let’s go, Veeth.” Valerian opened the door and waited for his hesitating dragon to step through. Where are we going? It’s late and you should be resting. The concern his blue had for his well-being was always touching and the Harper chanced a small smile at the dragonet while they were in the hall heading for the main door. “Out, so that I can get that sleep. You’ll like the idea, don’t worry.” Of course even as he said that he could feel Veeth rummaging about for the answer and felt his shrill of excitement. He probably should worry about how much Veeth liked the sassy green but he was too tired to give it much thought right then.
The walk to B’jin’s was uneventful, if not a bit long given the late hour and his exhaustion. Valerian could understand why the riders were such a lazy lot with flying around from hut to hut or main building. The private living quarters were a bit out of the way, at least they were with the few he had chosen to befriend thanks to their desire to live more on the outside of the weyr. At least he knew his way thanks to having been to visit B’jin twice before. He had tagged along with Talian once when the Master Healer wanted to check on his father figure’s stitching and Valerian felt obligated to check on how the pair was doing in general. The second time was the day after Veeth hatched and the little dragonet needed proper oiling and didn’t like the plain oil that was provided. So Valerian did the only logical thing he could think of and that was run down to the greenrider’s home and ask him for some of the lavender blend he had created. Just his luck that Veeth loved the scent and wanted that to be used all of the time. At least it had been easy enough to make some up after that.
When they finally reached B’jin’s door, Valerian gave a sharp knock, not caring that there was a chance he would wake the hut’s owner or that B’jin would have someone in bed beside him. He didn’t greet Larrikith right away as he’d be seeing her soon enough. You’re a bit odd, you know. Valerian glanced down at his dragon and shrugged, “so?” It never bothered him before if he came off as odd and it wouldn’t start now when the dragon he adored said it. I like it. You’re odd because you think outside of the box and are creative. His lilting voice, especially when praising the Harper, often made Valerian smile just the tiniest of ways and now was no exception.
Collecting himself from the bed, Valerian changed into a loose pair of pants and a baggy shirt he kept around for chores as neither item was something he would wear on a regular basis. He didn’t feel like lacing up boots and slipped on a pair of sandals he had acquired in the hotter months. He eyed the bedding, wondering if he should bring anything or not for his little outing. A glance to Veeth, sitting primly in the centre of the room with his head cocked to the side as he watched his rider, showed Valerian that he’d either have to tie an item to the little blue’s back or carry everything himself. How would his target react to losing his blanket and pillow? Probably poorly and that made him want to do it all the more. Still, he grabbed one of the blankets and draped it over his shoulders like a cloak, leaving the pillow behind as he headed for the door.
“Let’s go, Veeth.” Valerian opened the door and waited for his hesitating dragon to step through. Where are we going? It’s late and you should be resting. The concern his blue had for his well-being was always touching and the Harper chanced a small smile at the dragonet while they were in the hall heading for the main door. “Out, so that I can get that sleep. You’ll like the idea, don’t worry.” Of course even as he said that he could feel Veeth rummaging about for the answer and felt his shrill of excitement. He probably should worry about how much Veeth liked the sassy green but he was too tired to give it much thought right then.
The walk to B’jin’s was uneventful, if not a bit long given the late hour and his exhaustion. Valerian could understand why the riders were such a lazy lot with flying around from hut to hut or main building. The private living quarters were a bit out of the way, at least they were with the few he had chosen to befriend thanks to their desire to live more on the outside of the weyr. At least he knew his way thanks to having been to visit B’jin twice before. He had tagged along with Talian once when the Master Healer wanted to check on his father figure’s stitching and Valerian felt obligated to check on how the pair was doing in general. The second time was the day after Veeth hatched and the little dragonet needed proper oiling and didn’t like the plain oil that was provided. So Valerian did the only logical thing he could think of and that was run down to the greenrider’s home and ask him for some of the lavender blend he had created. Just his luck that Veeth loved the scent and wanted that to be used all of the time. At least it had been easy enough to make some up after that.
When they finally reached B’jin’s door, Valerian gave a sharp knock, not caring that there was a chance he would wake the hut’s owner or that B’jin would have someone in bed beside him. He didn’t greet Larrikith right away as he’d be seeing her soon enough. You’re a bit odd, you know. Valerian glanced down at his dragon and shrugged, “so?” It never bothered him before if he came off as odd and it wouldn’t start now when the dragon he adored said it. I like it. You’re odd because you think outside of the box and are creative. His lilting voice, especially when praising the Harper, often made Valerian smile just the tiniest of ways and now was no exception.
