07.Feb.12, 02:21 AM
"It's no bother," B'jin repeated, this time his voice firmer and warmer as he shook himself visibly and leaned up off the doorway. He studied Talian with quiet intensity for a moment, watching as the young healer stuttered through his explaination. "Nonesense," B'jin injected, frowning comically. "I don't usually have visitors." He stated, just in case Talian hadn't some how already come to that conclusion himself. "You are more than welcome. I was surprised." He shurgged good naturedly, and stepped forward, almost ignoring the way that his young ward mumbled on about being unsure what to do about some - apparently - horrendously uncomfortable situation.
B'jin had heared, and he was puzzled, but he was choosing to take actions in logical steps - for yes, he could be logical and usually was! - and instead stepped up to Talian and took the younger man by the shoulders, spinning him gently to face the disaster of a kitchen and pushing him along until he got the hint and walked on his own in that direction. Once he was sure Talian wasn't going to stop or go in a different direction, B'jin stepped around him and quickly ahead, whisping through the kitchenette with quick, sharp movements as he cleaned it up and then spun around to bow Talian into a chair with a comical smile on his face.
"Sit." He declaired, waving at the seat, and turning to the pot hovering over the open fire place. He swung it out, and peered into it, lips thinning into a line as he took note of the remains. Leaning backwards he went to the cupboard to get ingredients to mix up Klah, noting as he did so the carefully hidden indications he had missed that lead him to the train of thougth he vocalised for Talian's benefit; it was rude to bespeak one's dragon when in the presence of a non-rider.
"Larrikith. If either of those children come home still on a Klah-high I am going to tie them to your tail." He paused for a moment, the sighed. "She laughed at me. No respect." Shaking his head, B'jin set the pot to boiling and took at seat in a chair slightly to the side of the one he'd indicated Talian to claim.
"What's the incident?"
B'jin had heared, and he was puzzled, but he was choosing to take actions in logical steps - for yes, he could be logical and usually was! - and instead stepped up to Talian and took the younger man by the shoulders, spinning him gently to face the disaster of a kitchen and pushing him along until he got the hint and walked on his own in that direction. Once he was sure Talian wasn't going to stop or go in a different direction, B'jin stepped around him and quickly ahead, whisping through the kitchenette with quick, sharp movements as he cleaned it up and then spun around to bow Talian into a chair with a comical smile on his face.
"Sit." He declaired, waving at the seat, and turning to the pot hovering over the open fire place. He swung it out, and peered into it, lips thinning into a line as he took note of the remains. Leaning backwards he went to the cupboard to get ingredients to mix up Klah, noting as he did so the carefully hidden indications he had missed that lead him to the train of thougth he vocalised for Talian's benefit; it was rude to bespeak one's dragon when in the presence of a non-rider.
"Larrikith. If either of those children come home still on a Klah-high I am going to tie them to your tail." He paused for a moment, the sighed. "She laughed at me. No respect." Shaking his head, B'jin set the pot to boiling and took at seat in a chair slightly to the side of the one he'd indicated Talian to claim.
"What's the incident?"