01.Jan.13, 07:33 AM
B'jin watched the interaction as Talian slowly regained consciousness and became aware of his surroundings with a slight frown, narrowed gaze occasionally flicking to the dragon, but for the most part the greenrider was focused completely on his young Healer. The murmur of Valerian's name had caused B'jin to flinch slightly, his nose scrunching up unhappily as the simple word caused the greenrider's mind to tumble with uncomfortable memories. Ugh! Larrikith giggled mischievously in the back of his mind, but B'jin did his best to ignore her. Bloody dragons!
"Hello, Talian," B'jin returned the soft greeting with a low voice, eyes searching Talian's features for a deeper hint to the young man's current feelings on the situation in which he'd ended up. The greenrider wasn't quite sure what to make of it himself, and was unable to quite hide his distrust and lack of delight with the colour of Khaduceth's hide. Sure, the dragonet could have been a green which B'jin knew without any doubt would have completely destroyed Talian. The poor young man didn't need the stress of being a greenrider on top of being toppled into the world of dragonriders. If nothing else, at least he was spared the horror B'jin had been thrown into.
B'jin tilted his head slightly to one side, and gave Talian a humorous smile. "That's why I'm here." B'jin shifted forward, sliding off the bed and sitting cross legged on the floor before Talian and his little collection of draconics. The problem, was, B'jin wasn't quite sure where to start with helping Talian, because unlike his other students, this was Talian, and he was supposed to be keeping him from this awful fate, away from the dragonets. But even if he'd managed to talk D'ren out of putting Talian on the Sands, B'jin knew with the current events, S'kef would have taken a sadistic delight in putting the boy in the centre of the Sands, and making B'jin watch.
"What is your dragon's name?" Larrikith could have told him, obviously, but B'jin would rather hear it from Talian's lips, and he'd always made a point of getting Larrikith to respect the young man. It was only fair to continue that now that Talian had a dragon of his own.
"Hello, Talian," B'jin returned the soft greeting with a low voice, eyes searching Talian's features for a deeper hint to the young man's current feelings on the situation in which he'd ended up. The greenrider wasn't quite sure what to make of it himself, and was unable to quite hide his distrust and lack of delight with the colour of Khaduceth's hide. Sure, the dragonet could have been a green which B'jin knew without any doubt would have completely destroyed Talian. The poor young man didn't need the stress of being a greenrider on top of being toppled into the world of dragonriders. If nothing else, at least he was spared the horror B'jin had been thrown into.
B'jin tilted his head slightly to one side, and gave Talian a humorous smile. "That's why I'm here." B'jin shifted forward, sliding off the bed and sitting cross legged on the floor before Talian and his little collection of draconics. The problem, was, B'jin wasn't quite sure where to start with helping Talian, because unlike his other students, this was Talian, and he was supposed to be keeping him from this awful fate, away from the dragonets. But even if he'd managed to talk D'ren out of putting Talian on the Sands, B'jin knew with the current events, S'kef would have taken a sadistic delight in putting the boy in the centre of the Sands, and making B'jin watch.
"What is your dragon's name?" Larrikith could have told him, obviously, but B'jin would rather hear it from Talian's lips, and he'd always made a point of getting Larrikith to respect the young man. It was only fair to continue that now that Talian had a dragon of his own.