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18.Apr.12, 08:27 PM
B'jin chuckled softly as Talian faltered to a halt and considered his new options. Brown eyes watched the young man with amusement, brightening noticeably as the healer sulked on his shoulder. An eyebrow arched gently and B'jin considered for a moment before rephrasing what he had asked.
"Okay then," amusement was clear in his tones, but both words and expression were warm. "Tell me something I don't know." Turning his head back to look up at the sky through the gap Larrikith had come in by and pondered his own words. It was an old game he'd played with his Master, when he'd first been taken on at the Hall. An exercise in words, but also in trust, it was one B'jin had enjoyed - more for learning about his Master than for sharing about himself. Even then the child Benjinamor had been fairly tight lipped about his past. Not because there was anything in it so much as knowledge was power, and what was known by others could be used by others. Numbweed had been the main teacher in that lesson.
That, of course, brought up the obvious question: What could he offer Talian? Chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully, B'jin pondered on what he had told Talian. Most of it had revolved around M'ram and Namndith, and his allergy to numbweed. Ironically, both things he hadn't shared at Katila until he told the boy. S'kef and Nemall both knew about his allergy, but they had known before the Plague. Nemall knew about M'ram because he had been with B'jin at the time. Neither of their knowledge was given in an act of trust or desire to share, where Talian's was. But Talian knew about those facts and B'jin didn't want to go anywhere near the topic of either man. Besides the fact that B'jin himself had no desire to think about what he knew of them, he had even less desire to upset or scare Talian.
"I am the eldest of four." He said suddenly, voice mellow and gently filling the scenic area without being over powering or demanding. "My brother is a Vintner, my sister a Harper. M'ram you know of." It wasn't much, but it was a start and B'jin gave Talian a gentle squeeze, still staring up at the sky thoughtfully.
"Okay then," amusement was clear in his tones, but both words and expression were warm. "Tell me something I don't know." Turning his head back to look up at the sky through the gap Larrikith had come in by and pondered his own words. It was an old game he'd played with his Master, when he'd first been taken on at the Hall. An exercise in words, but also in trust, it was one B'jin had enjoyed - more for learning about his Master than for sharing about himself. Even then the child Benjinamor had been fairly tight lipped about his past. Not because there was anything in it so much as knowledge was power, and what was known by others could be used by others. Numbweed had been the main teacher in that lesson.
That, of course, brought up the obvious question: What could he offer Talian? Chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully, B'jin pondered on what he had told Talian. Most of it had revolved around M'ram and Namndith, and his allergy to numbweed. Ironically, both things he hadn't shared at Katila until he told the boy. S'kef and Nemall both knew about his allergy, but they had known before the Plague. Nemall knew about M'ram because he had been with B'jin at the time. Neither of their knowledge was given in an act of trust or desire to share, where Talian's was. But Talian knew about those facts and B'jin didn't want to go anywhere near the topic of either man. Besides the fact that B'jin himself had no desire to think about what he knew of them, he had even less desire to upset or scare Talian.
"I am the eldest of four." He said suddenly, voice mellow and gently filling the scenic area without being over powering or demanding. "My brother is a Vintner, my sister a Harper. M'ram you know of." It wasn't much, but it was a start and B'jin gave Talian a gentle squeeze, still staring up at the sky thoughtfully.
