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15.Apr.12, 07:02 PM
Talian frowned as B'jin flipped the folder closed. "...That's the Weyrsecond," he said urgently, voice bubbling with hints of toxicity as he recalled the lashing. Talian hated the brownrider fully and wouldn't weep for a moment to see him dead, but he a[]i]was[/i] still a patient. "Or, ex-Weyrsecond," Talian added with even more distaste. Before he could add anything else, however, he found himself being forcibly spirited from the room.
"B'jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!" Tal whined pointedly as he was herded through the hallway and out past the lobby. Why, his arm even gave an unwitting and unwilling wave to the plump woman at the front desk as they passed by. "Uuuuum, I'll be back later!" he stammered as B'jin pulled him outside. "I'm....apparently going somewhere!"
Spontaneity scared Talian, but nothing on Pern was scarier than the diabolical look in the greenrider's eyes!
Talian's heart skipped a beat when he saw Larrikith. She spoke to him, and while he gave off his usual uncomfortable shudder, he forced himself not to shy away from her. He still resented the way she'd screamed at him in their first two meetings, and at his core he probably blamed her for his situation, too. B'jin was just as much at fault, but Tal couldn't bring himself to bear a grudge against the greenrider anymore, not when he'd given him so much. Tal's previous undiluted hatred for Larrikith had been somewhat quelled and terribly confused by the whole keening incident, though.
He just didn't know how he felt about her anymore, and he hated that.
He frowned a bit and reached out to touch her, delicately pressing the palm of his hand against her snout for just a few moments. He didn't understand her, but he was hard for him to hate her like he once had. He just didn't get it. He didn't understand why she kept trying to talk to him, or why she'd bothered to save his life when she seemed to have such a poor opinion of him.
It was like Charath, though. She meant a lot to B'jin, so maybe if he tired....
Tal's brief attempt at empathy was interrupted when B'jin tossed a riding jacket at him. The jacket hit the healer in the head and hung there awkwardly while he tried to process what had just happened. He pulled his hand away.
Shards. He nervously started to putthe jacket on and considered running away like a lunatic, but he didn't think that would go over well. "I don't like flying," he mumbled, but before he could say much else, B'jin was lifting him onto Larrikith's back.
"B'jin!" Tal squeaked, dragging his heels until they left the ground and afterward clutching desperately to B'jin's coat. "Where are we going?! I don't want to fly!"
He clammed up quickly as B'jin wrestled him into the straps and climbed up behind him. Oh, this brought back bad memories. He swallowed hard and cringed on Larrikith's neck, closing his eyes tightly and trying not to think about the last time this same scene had played out.
He cringed like that for most of the flight. He was too preoccupied being nervous and uncomfortable to bother enjoying the nice weather or looking out at the spectacular scenery. He did, however, appreciate the soft landing.
One second, they landed. The next, Tal frantically dove to the ground. He flew out of the riding straps like they were trying to kill him and landed awkwardly on the ground, curling up in the grass as if he were trying to embrace Pern itself.
After a few moments, he realized how silly he looked. He awkwardly unwrapped himself and rolled over onto his back, not bothering to get up out of the grass.
Wow, this...was nice. He slowly smiled.
"B'jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!" Tal whined pointedly as he was herded through the hallway and out past the lobby. Why, his arm even gave an unwitting and unwilling wave to the plump woman at the front desk as they passed by. "Uuuuum, I'll be back later!" he stammered as B'jin pulled him outside. "I'm....apparently going somewhere!"
Spontaneity scared Talian, but nothing on Pern was scarier than the diabolical look in the greenrider's eyes!
Talian's heart skipped a beat when he saw Larrikith. She spoke to him, and while he gave off his usual uncomfortable shudder, he forced himself not to shy away from her. He still resented the way she'd screamed at him in their first two meetings, and at his core he probably blamed her for his situation, too. B'jin was just as much at fault, but Tal couldn't bring himself to bear a grudge against the greenrider anymore, not when he'd given him so much. Tal's previous undiluted hatred for Larrikith had been somewhat quelled and terribly confused by the whole keening incident, though.
He just didn't know how he felt about her anymore, and he hated that.
He frowned a bit and reached out to touch her, delicately pressing the palm of his hand against her snout for just a few moments. He didn't understand her, but he was hard for him to hate her like he once had. He just didn't get it. He didn't understand why she kept trying to talk to him, or why she'd bothered to save his life when she seemed to have such a poor opinion of him.
It was like Charath, though. She meant a lot to B'jin, so maybe if he tired....
Tal's brief attempt at empathy was interrupted when B'jin tossed a riding jacket at him. The jacket hit the healer in the head and hung there awkwardly while he tried to process what had just happened. He pulled his hand away.
Shards. He nervously started to putthe jacket on and considered running away like a lunatic, but he didn't think that would go over well. "I don't like flying," he mumbled, but before he could say much else, B'jin was lifting him onto Larrikith's back.
"B'jin!" Tal squeaked, dragging his heels until they left the ground and afterward clutching desperately to B'jin's coat. "Where are we going?! I don't want to fly!"
He clammed up quickly as B'jin wrestled him into the straps and climbed up behind him. Oh, this brought back bad memories. He swallowed hard and cringed on Larrikith's neck, closing his eyes tightly and trying not to think about the last time this same scene had played out.
He cringed like that for most of the flight. He was too preoccupied being nervous and uncomfortable to bother enjoying the nice weather or looking out at the spectacular scenery. He did, however, appreciate the soft landing.
One second, they landed. The next, Tal frantically dove to the ground. He flew out of the riding straps like they were trying to kill him and landed awkwardly on the ground, curling up in the grass as if he were trying to embrace Pern itself.
After a few moments, he realized how silly he looked. He awkwardly unwrapped himself and rolled over onto his back, not bothering to get up out of the grass.
Wow, this...was nice. He slowly smiled.
