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21.Mar.13, 01:49 PM
Valerian had reached his limit as he watched the idiots at play. He always had an opinion but it wasn’t always voiced aloud, especially in a large crowd and especially when that large crowd was assembled in part for him. But this was the final straw. The graduation was more or less in shambles and it hadn’t even started. He was a bit vain and a bit shallow, not as much so as other blueriders or Erisi, but Valerian wanted his ceremony and party and now it was close to not happening because of a drunken fool who couldn’t even say a single word with clarity. Was that the alcohol or just a natural effect of being stupid?
“Forgive me, Tal,” he spoke softly with a small glimpse to his friend and looked back to the Weyrleader and the troublemaker. Valerian was ready to share his opinion and he stormed his way through the crowd, leaving Veeth to croon after him, eyes swirling with distress.Then I hope he still cares for him deeply after he gets in trouble. Veeth wasn’t too confident in what would happen. He was proud of his human for standing up for something he was interested in but he still worried it wouldn’t end well.
“You’re ruining the graduation, in case your drunken stupidity hadn’t let you notice,” Valerian shot at B’run, not knowing who the man was and certainly not caring. “This night isn’t about you and it shouldn’t have been about honorifics of other weyrlings and women,” halfway through the statement green eyes fell to S’kef and Valerian glared at the Weyrleader. He didn’t like the man and even had a bit of fear for him since watching the lashing he had given B’jin, but Valerian was annoyed and sometimes common sense left even the smartest of men. No doubt B’jin was having a panic attack and R’nd was going to have a fainting greenrider in his hands soon. That would be fun to see! Well, assuming he wasn’t about to be decked, lashed, or banned from the gather.
“You should have waited until the next Hatching to mention it or even tomorrow. Even after my class received their honorifics would have been fine. You’ve taken away one of the two things I was looking forward to tonight, Weyrleader. Now you also inspired lug headed idiots to voice opinions no one should be caring about tonight. Oh and I would tell you my name so you know who to send J’ver after to keep an eye on but I currently don’t have one since my dragon was going to give me my name later tonight.”
Having said his peace, Valerian took a deep breath and turned to walk away. He did, however, take a moment to stomp with all his might on B’run’s foot like a spoiled young woman who was having a hissy fit. Valerian wasn’t a fighter; he liked his hands as they were for writing and playing the guitar so he certainly didn’t want to break anything on a thick skull. He also didn’t care how sissy his foot stomping made him look since it would hopefully cause a bit of discomfort against the oaf that had made a scene during what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. He was a Harper! He loved gathers and good times and while he should have been used to Katlian gathers turning into brawls by now, Valerian was trying to save his night still.
“Forgive me, Tal,” he spoke softly with a small glimpse to his friend and looked back to the Weyrleader and the troublemaker. Valerian was ready to share his opinion and he stormed his way through the crowd, leaving Veeth to croon after him, eyes swirling with distress.
“You’re ruining the graduation, in case your drunken stupidity hadn’t let you notice,” Valerian shot at B’run, not knowing who the man was and certainly not caring. “This night isn’t about you and it shouldn’t have been about honorifics of other weyrlings and women,” halfway through the statement green eyes fell to S’kef and Valerian glared at the Weyrleader. He didn’t like the man and even had a bit of fear for him since watching the lashing he had given B’jin, but Valerian was annoyed and sometimes common sense left even the smartest of men. No doubt B’jin was having a panic attack and R’nd was going to have a fainting greenrider in his hands soon. That would be fun to see! Well, assuming he wasn’t about to be decked, lashed, or banned from the gather.
“You should have waited until the next Hatching to mention it or even tomorrow. Even after my class received their honorifics would have been fine. You’ve taken away one of the two things I was looking forward to tonight, Weyrleader. Now you also inspired lug headed idiots to voice opinions no one should be caring about tonight. Oh and I would tell you my name so you know who to send J’ver after to keep an eye on but I currently don’t have one since my dragon was going to give me my name later tonight.”
Having said his peace, Valerian took a deep breath and turned to walk away. He did, however, take a moment to stomp with all his might on B’run’s foot like a spoiled young woman who was having a hissy fit. Valerian wasn’t a fighter; he liked his hands as they were for writing and playing the guitar so he certainly didn’t want to break anything on a thick skull. He also didn’t care how sissy his foot stomping made him look since it would hopefully cause a bit of discomfort against the oaf that had made a scene during what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. He was a Harper! He loved gathers and good times and while he should have been used to Katlian gathers turning into brawls by now, Valerian was trying to save his night still.
