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25.May.12, 12:22 AM
Talian's lack of desire to eat caused the dragonrider little issue. People had different eating habits and besides, Talian was a healer. He would know how much of what to eat and when to eat it in order to best upkeep his body. Diet was probably the one corner of healing Bjin had a good grasp on. With a nasty habit of putting weight on easily, and a particularly delicate and small dragon, B'jin kept a very careful tab on his own diet. Besides his own vanity not allowing him to sink back into his pre-dragon appearance of several extra kilos to pad out his body, B'jin was also aware that Katila simply couldn't handle the strain unrestrained eating could put on the place. Besides. Par'a already claimed the rank of insatiable hunger, and she looked much more fetching with extra weight to fill out her curves than B'jin did!
Instead, the greenrider shrugged in answer to his younger companion, and he focused instead on the timid reply he was given. Smiling gently, B'jin winked cheerfully and curled his body around, sitting up fluidly and balancing the parchment out of Talian's view. The greenrider had no issues with being watched while he worked, but the decision to surprise Talian required he adjust appropriately. Throwing Talian a cheeky grin, B'jin set to work with very little flourish.
The gentle quiet was welcome as Bjin worked. He didn't mind Talian's natural inclination for silent companionship and B'jin himself enjoyed the lack of both interruption and the requirement to think. It was good, to relax and enjoy the seasonal weather; a gentle breeze through the tops of the trees, the soft murmur of the animals that called the area home, the complete lack of Larrikith being obnoxious and loud for the little green dragon was completely caught up in her own world.
The light sound of B'jin's charcoal stick on the parchment joined the fray of more natural sounds, the rider's face a soft combination of enjoyment and concentration. Drawing was something he truly enjoyed, and adding it in to a lazy morning spending time with the young man he so rarely got to himself was doing far more to relax and sooth the older man than any drugs the young healer could have had him swallowing.
It was no quick drawing, and there were several times B'jin would pause, staring blankly past his companion as he drew upon some memory or another, face blank, or frowning, or smiling, before he'd go back to work with the same distant look in his eyes, hardly seeing what it was he was working on, and near forgetting Talian in the process of creating the gift for the young healer.
Eventually, B'jin stopped, and he peered down critically at his creation, a mild frown pulling his eyebrows together as he considered for a few moments. Deciding that it was worthy of being a gift (if jut barely, judging by the slight pursing of his lips) B'jin tuned the parchment around and offered it to Talian. On it, worked in careful shading of the charcoal stick, were the faces of Valerian and Erisi, both entwined in dragon wings, before the faces of Veeth and Charath filled their respective corners, linked delicately to the human they had chosen. B'jin's signature curled in the left hand corner, melding into work and almost invisible.
Instead, the greenrider shrugged in answer to his younger companion, and he focused instead on the timid reply he was given. Smiling gently, B'jin winked cheerfully and curled his body around, sitting up fluidly and balancing the parchment out of Talian's view. The greenrider had no issues with being watched while he worked, but the decision to surprise Talian required he adjust appropriately. Throwing Talian a cheeky grin, B'jin set to work with very little flourish.
The gentle quiet was welcome as Bjin worked. He didn't mind Talian's natural inclination for silent companionship and B'jin himself enjoyed the lack of both interruption and the requirement to think. It was good, to relax and enjoy the seasonal weather; a gentle breeze through the tops of the trees, the soft murmur of the animals that called the area home, the complete lack of Larrikith being obnoxious and loud for the little green dragon was completely caught up in her own world.
The light sound of B'jin's charcoal stick on the parchment joined the fray of more natural sounds, the rider's face a soft combination of enjoyment and concentration. Drawing was something he truly enjoyed, and adding it in to a lazy morning spending time with the young man he so rarely got to himself was doing far more to relax and sooth the older man than any drugs the young healer could have had him swallowing.
It was no quick drawing, and there were several times B'jin would pause, staring blankly past his companion as he drew upon some memory or another, face blank, or frowning, or smiling, before he'd go back to work with the same distant look in his eyes, hardly seeing what it was he was working on, and near forgetting Talian in the process of creating the gift for the young healer.
Eventually, B'jin stopped, and he peered down critically at his creation, a mild frown pulling his eyebrows together as he considered for a few moments. Deciding that it was worthy of being a gift (if jut barely, judging by the slight pursing of his lips) B'jin tuned the parchment around and offered it to Talian. On it, worked in careful shading of the charcoal stick, were the faces of Valerian and Erisi, both entwined in dragon wings, before the faces of Veeth and Charath filled their respective corners, linked delicately to the human they had chosen. B'jin's signature curled in the left hand corner, melding into work and almost invisible.
