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05.Jan.13, 07:06 AM
"I know, Tal," B'jin finally spoke, his voice low and soft. He had said nothing in the time since he had asked the dragonet's name, watching quietly the interaction between his son and the young brown hatchling. It was interesting, and the more he watched, the gentler B'jin's otherwise stoic expression became. The pair obviously had a relationship - a bond - that he did not share with Larrikith, and that caused B'jin far more relief than he had been anticipating. It meant his son, whom had stepped unwillingly and un-wantingly onto the sands because he had been forced, would not suffer the dreadful bonding he had created with Larrikith -- or that she had created with him, more accurately.
"Don't worry about it," it wasn't worth worrying about, not right then. There were far too many other things to worry about, like keeping his little Khaduceth well-oiled and clean and fed and growing well. Those were things B'jin knew Talian could do, could handle, and would not fail at. He could see it from the way the boy had handled his firelizard, and the way he clung to the dragonet despite his objections. There was love there, and affection, and Talian would get past his sulking and come to love the brown dragonet, even if he would always resent the people that caused the bond; he would never blame Khaduceth for it.
"Yeah," B'jin murmured, though he wasn't really sure what the answer was to, or even if he was truly answering the boy. He would have to be a dragonrider now, but in reality, what were they? They were outcasts and hideaways living in secret. What kind of dragonrider was that? Where once they were proud and respected... B'jin's nose scrunched up slightly and he gave an unhappy little shrug. "It could be worse," He offered softly, looking at Talian from under his lashes as he raised his knees, wrapping his arms around them and resting his chin on his chest.
Oh, it could be ever so much worse. He could resent his dragon, hate him, and that would do nothing but make it all so much worse. B'jin didn't really think of those things, or even realise that was why he was smiling softly - Talian wouldn't suffer the terrible life he'd lead with Larrikith, and that was good - but mostly B'jin was smiling with the dry irony, because it would be so much worse if - "Khaduceth could have been green." Eyebrows arched slightly, almost playfully, but it was more a slight at himself than anything else.
B'jin shrugged. "It's better that you do." Again, B'jin wasn't even thinking about his own relationship with his own dragon; he was focused far more heavily on how much better Talian's life would be if he did love his dragonet, and how worried he had been that the bond the boy ended up with would be a bad influence on him. That didn't mean B'jin approved of Khaduceth, he didn't, and he certainly didn't think his boy needed a dragonet (or a brown one to boot!) but what was done was done, and B'jin knew that bitching about a bond would do no one any good what so ever. Khaduceth was not given his blessing, and B’jin didn’t trust the stocky little beast not to ruin his son – but there wasn’t actively anything he could do about it.
"Just," - just what? B'jin's nose scrunched up even as Larrikith’s conscious brushed against him and the greenrider raked his fingers back through his hair brushing it once more away from his face as he tilted his head and offered Talian a dry look. He didn't even know what he was trying to say any more. Bloody dragonets! An irritable sideways look was sent to the tiny brown, despite Larrikith's disproving poke at B'jin, and he shrugged.
"Shit happens, kid."
"Don't worry about it," it wasn't worth worrying about, not right then. There were far too many other things to worry about, like keeping his little Khaduceth well-oiled and clean and fed and growing well. Those were things B'jin knew Talian could do, could handle, and would not fail at. He could see it from the way the boy had handled his firelizard, and the way he clung to the dragonet despite his objections. There was love there, and affection, and Talian would get past his sulking and come to love the brown dragonet, even if he would always resent the people that caused the bond; he would never blame Khaduceth for it.
"Yeah," B'jin murmured, though he wasn't really sure what the answer was to, or even if he was truly answering the boy. He would have to be a dragonrider now, but in reality, what were they? They were outcasts and hideaways living in secret. What kind of dragonrider was that? Where once they were proud and respected... B'jin's nose scrunched up slightly and he gave an unhappy little shrug. "It could be worse," He offered softly, looking at Talian from under his lashes as he raised his knees, wrapping his arms around them and resting his chin on his chest.
Oh, it could be ever so much worse. He could resent his dragon, hate him, and that would do nothing but make it all so much worse. B'jin didn't really think of those things, or even realise that was why he was smiling softly - Talian wouldn't suffer the terrible life he'd lead with Larrikith, and that was good - but mostly B'jin was smiling with the dry irony, because it would be so much worse if - "Khaduceth could have been green." Eyebrows arched slightly, almost playfully, but it was more a slight at himself than anything else.
B'jin shrugged. "It's better that you do." Again, B'jin wasn't even thinking about his own relationship with his own dragon; he was focused far more heavily on how much better Talian's life would be if he did love his dragonet, and how worried he had been that the bond the boy ended up with would be a bad influence on him. That didn't mean B'jin approved of Khaduceth, he didn't, and he certainly didn't think his boy needed a dragonet (or a brown one to boot!) but what was done was done, and B'jin knew that bitching about a bond would do no one any good what so ever. Khaduceth was not given his blessing, and B’jin didn’t trust the stocky little beast not to ruin his son – but there wasn’t actively anything he could do about it.
"Just," - just what? B'jin's nose scrunched up even as Larrikith’s conscious brushed against him and the greenrider raked his fingers back through his hair brushing it once more away from his face as he tilted his head and offered Talian a dry look. He didn't even know what he was trying to say any more. Bloody dragonets! An irritable sideways look was sent to the tiny brown, despite Larrikith's disproving poke at B'jin, and he shrugged.
"Shit happens, kid."
