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15.Mar.13, 10:09 PM
Calm down Talian replied, for once the calmer of the two. It will only take a minute. I need to at least see him. Khaduceth was right; Talian didn’t exactly want to be there. He didn’t like parties and he didn’t like being social with the Weyr, whom he’d never forgiven for its transgressions against him. It wasn’t an act of active bitterness, but rather a side effect of who he was. He didn’t like parties. He never had. He especially didn’t like parties with people he didn’t like, no matter how hard they tried to get him to.
It was strange how everyone wanted to be his friend now that he had a dragon. Talian only counted those who’d been his friends before, though. The others didn’t matter. They weren’t real friends; a real friend measured someone’s value in deeds and feelings, not in which groups they were a part of. If someone only wanted to be friends with him because he was in their class or because he had a dragon, well, they weren’t worth his time.
That was why he had to be there. Valerian had always been his friend, before either of them had become a dragonrider and now well after. No matter what happened between them or in their lives independently, they had always been friends. Tal didn’t want to party and he didn’t care much for most of the company, but he didn’t even bat and eyelash at the prospect of being there for someone who had always been there for him.
Talian traced Veeth’s movements carefully and walked slowly towards the spot where the pretty blue dragon had landed. Fellis was curled politely on his shoulder and Khaduceth stood a few dragonlength’s back, watching with curiosity from a distance. Khaduceth silently marveled at what he considered selflessness, but upon detecting the arrogant sentiment, Talian just smiled subtly and dismissed it. Khaduceth seemed to think everyone else was a waste of time and that nothing merited even the smallest discomfort of inconvenience for Talian. The healer didn’t agree.
Come on, Khaduceth. Be sweet to them for me Talian urged him silently.
Talian crept up behind Valerian and cleared his throat. “Val?” he said softly. Fellis let out a soft chirp of accompaniment and fluttered from Talian’s shoulder to Valerian’s. Much like his own bonded, Fellis had become notably less timid and antisocial over time, though neither trait would ever completely vanish. They both liked things a certain way and had a fondness for certain people. Khaduceth had noticed, and Talian could feel the dragon’s amusement in the back of his mind.
Even on you? Talian shot back placidly, catching the dragon off guard. Khaduceth exhaled slowly, then started to pick his way past the slowly assembling crowd and approach.
Talian ignored Khaduceth and smiled at Valerian. “You excited?” he asked gently, folding his hands behind him. His coy smile and a slight hint of smitten embarrassment were visible in the low light, but lacked the overwhelming awkwardness that might have come along were he less composed. He’d had a lot of time to think about his feelings. He remained patiently certain, but he didn’t dare say anything to jeopardize Valerian’s happiness on such an important night. All he wanted right then was to make Valerian happy.
