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05.Aug.12, 11:42 AM
Valerian was probably one of the few people that had managed to stay sober that night, having opted not to try even a sip of alcohol while Veeth was still so young. He wanted nothing to upset or harm his dragonet. Yet something had still made the little blue sad which left the Harper who had finally escaped the stage he had been thrust up on some hours earlier to reclaim a chair and watch everyone’s stupidity come out rather curious and concerned.
He glanced to the area he knew Veeth had set himself up at because Larrikith and Ayyonth were there, and saw the adorable creature flapping his wings as if trying to fly well before he could support his weight. What are you doing? Veeth’s disappointment hit hard and Valerian was glad he was sitting or it may have knocked him off balance. Larrikith took off flying with a bunch of dragons following her. She said I couldn’t join the fun this time but I wanted to. I don’t want to wait, I can play as well, can’t I?
Valerian was certain the colour drained from his face as that lilting voice tinged with sadness spoke with such innocence about something that was quite possibly pure evil. Larrikith was flying and his dragon wanted to chase her. No. No, no, no. He knew they would have a talk in the future about never chasing Larrikith but Valerian hadn’t expected it to be so soon. His little over-achieving dragon couldn’t even fly yet but wanted to chase!
Bolting from his chair, Valerian headed for Veeth to console him, only to find he had taken himself rather close to B’jin and the riders starting to flock around him. That was an area he wanted to avoid but it was also the most direct route to his blue and Valerian didn’t feel like inconveniencing himself just for B’jin. So he shuffled closer and was almost glad he did when he saw the drama starting to unfold. There was kissing, which wasn’t too out of place, and R’nd was doing a marvellous job of gawking at everything before something seemed to fall into place for him. But it was only when a woman screamed after S’kef moved to hit I’shan that Valerian had a split second to regret his loitering as he suddenly had the man that brought him to Katila stumbling back into him, sending them both sprawling to the ground despite best efforts to steady them both.
Since he was a part of the drama now, Valerian sighed and twisted around I’shan to see his face and the damage the violent brownrider had done. It probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do since he wasn’t fond of blood, especially his so at least he was ahead of the game so far, and then felt obligated to get I’shan some help. “If you bleed on me, I’m leaving you right here instead of helping you even get to your feet.” He never claimed to have amazing bedside manners.
He glanced to the area he knew Veeth had set himself up at because Larrikith and Ayyonth were there, and saw the adorable creature flapping his wings as if trying to fly well before he could support his weight. What are you doing? Veeth’s disappointment hit hard and Valerian was glad he was sitting or it may have knocked him off balance. Larrikith took off flying with a bunch of dragons following her. She said I couldn’t join the fun this time but I wanted to. I don’t want to wait, I can play as well, can’t I?
Valerian was certain the colour drained from his face as that lilting voice tinged with sadness spoke with such innocence about something that was quite possibly pure evil. Larrikith was flying and his dragon wanted to chase her. No. No, no, no. He knew they would have a talk in the future about never chasing Larrikith but Valerian hadn’t expected it to be so soon. His little over-achieving dragon couldn’t even fly yet but wanted to chase!
Bolting from his chair, Valerian headed for Veeth to console him, only to find he had taken himself rather close to B’jin and the riders starting to flock around him. That was an area he wanted to avoid but it was also the most direct route to his blue and Valerian didn’t feel like inconveniencing himself just for B’jin. So he shuffled closer and was almost glad he did when he saw the drama starting to unfold. There was kissing, which wasn’t too out of place, and R’nd was doing a marvellous job of gawking at everything before something seemed to fall into place for him. But it was only when a woman screamed after S’kef moved to hit I’shan that Valerian had a split second to regret his loitering as he suddenly had the man that brought him to Katila stumbling back into him, sending them both sprawling to the ground despite best efforts to steady them both.
Since he was a part of the drama now, Valerian sighed and twisted around I’shan to see his face and the damage the violent brownrider had done. It probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do since he wasn’t fond of blood, especially his so at least he was ahead of the game so far, and then felt obligated to get I’shan some help. “If you bleed on me, I’m leaving you right here instead of helping you even get to your feet.” He never claimed to have amazing bedside manners.
