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21.May.12, 09:01 AM
B'jin paused thoughtfully, his features contorting into a frown as Talian's words hit home, and the greenrider buried his face in his arms, the action less resigned and more... surprised. Not that Talian had picked up the hints that he was out of sorts, that wasn't really all that hard to do in most situations. But rather, because as B'jin listened to Talian put forward his offer, he realised the young Healer wasn't just a lost little kid (and B'jin was aware he tended to fence Talian in that play pen more often than not) but actually an adult, and, when it got right down to it, not all that much younger than R'nd. Of course, B'jin didn't think he'd be any more comfortable dropping the bombshells of his life on R'nd's shoulders than he was Talian's. That would open too many doors, for both of them, and slam shut too many others. The greenrider didn't want either of them knowing any more about his past than they absolutely had to. There was too much at risk.
And B'jin wasn't sure he could live through a retelling.
"I know." Murmured gently, B'jin raised his head and rested his chin on his arms, still frowning slightly though it was more an unhappy expression than a thoughtful one. That wasn't to say the gears weren't churning, they could practically be heard as B'jin stared into the dappled shadows where Larrikith had vanished. He didn't want to Talian to think he didn't take the offer seriously, or that he wouldn't take him up on it. It was more... how much of what he felt comfortable sharing with the young man. As oblivious as B'jin could be, he was usually intensely aware of the ins and outs of his children - he'd had to learn that, when he'd taken on Indamor and Amorandii. They didn't know the difference between sick and sick, so he had to learn to pick up on it. Body language was probably one of B'jin's better interpersonal skills, and Talian, while often appearing at peace, was (in B'jin's opinion) still liable to collapse in on himself.
He knew he couldn't live through that again.
Perhaps it would be easiest to start with the least dramatic issue, and probably one Talian could relate to, on some level anyway. "Valerian and Larrikith are ... at odds." He said gently, voice holding the barest trace of exasperated amusement. The two of them were being undeniably stubborn, and B'jin was getting sick of playing piggy in the middle to the cheap shots. The green dragon refused to talk to the young bluerider, and he in return refused to tell the dragon he wanted her to speak to him. "Val is shitty with Larri, because she won't speak to him. But he won't tell her why he is shitty with her, so she doesn't know why he's being a brat, all she knows is something is up and it makes her sulky, which makes her grumpy - especially when he's around. Larrikith won't speak to Valerian, because she doesn't speak to other riders. She says that after Impression, it's like their mind has been... tarnished, I think is her word. So they're being incredibly childish and so stubborn!" B'jin groaned and huffed a sigh. "All Valerian has to do is tell her he wants her to talk to him still and she will. Of course, she could simply ask! The pair of them are being so stupid!"
B'jin buried his face back in his arms with a distressed whine.
And B'jin wasn't sure he could live through a retelling.
"I know." Murmured gently, B'jin raised his head and rested his chin on his arms, still frowning slightly though it was more an unhappy expression than a thoughtful one. That wasn't to say the gears weren't churning, they could practically be heard as B'jin stared into the dappled shadows where Larrikith had vanished. He didn't want to Talian to think he didn't take the offer seriously, or that he wouldn't take him up on it. It was more... how much of what he felt comfortable sharing with the young man. As oblivious as B'jin could be, he was usually intensely aware of the ins and outs of his children - he'd had to learn that, when he'd taken on Indamor and Amorandii. They didn't know the difference between sick and sick, so he had to learn to pick up on it. Body language was probably one of B'jin's better interpersonal skills, and Talian, while often appearing at peace, was (in B'jin's opinion) still liable to collapse in on himself.
He knew he couldn't live through that again.
Perhaps it would be easiest to start with the least dramatic issue, and probably one Talian could relate to, on some level anyway. "Valerian and Larrikith are ... at odds." He said gently, voice holding the barest trace of exasperated amusement. The two of them were being undeniably stubborn, and B'jin was getting sick of playing piggy in the middle to the cheap shots. The green dragon refused to talk to the young bluerider, and he in return refused to tell the dragon he wanted her to speak to him. "Val is shitty with Larri, because she won't speak to him. But he won't tell her why he is shitty with her, so she doesn't know why he's being a brat, all she knows is something is up and it makes her sulky, which makes her grumpy - especially when he's around. Larrikith won't speak to Valerian, because she doesn't speak to other riders. She says that after Impression, it's like their mind has been... tarnished, I think is her word. So they're being incredibly childish and so stubborn!" B'jin groaned and huffed a sigh. "All Valerian has to do is tell her he wants her to talk to him still and she will. Of course, she could simply ask! The pair of them are being so stupid!"
B'jin buried his face back in his arms with a distressed whine.
