19.Jun.12, 01:19 AM
“Maybe I’ll knock next time,” Valerian gave a half-shrug and a smile to match to the sheepish rebuttal. It was amazing but odd how the timid man had become a friend and someone that interested the Harper rather than being chucked onto the automatic ignore list. There wasn’t much love for people that whined constantly or could be complete pushovers but there was something about Talian that made Valerian want his friendship and even develop a desire to make sure no one else tormented him. Like with the others he had befriended at Katila, Valerian wasn’t sure life in the South would be the same without the Healer. They were all Stolen, mostly going through the same changes, and understood even when nothing was said. It was actually kind of nice having friends.
When Talian brought up weyrlinghood, however, Valerian knew perhaps not everything could be discussed with all friends. Still, he wasn’t going to ignore the topic entirely, especially since Talian had brought it up. He’d just have to use his diplomatic Harper skills for good for a change. “Some aspects suck. I thought I was done being the student when entering classrooms.” Out of everything, the fact that he was once again a student after turns of being the teacher irritated the blue weyrling the most. How much could they really teach as well? Veeth was smart and picked up on his lessons fairly quickly. There had to be a way out of the mind-numbing lectures.
“I think you’d enjoy some of the lectures if your fondness for reading and learning is any indication,” Valerian shifted a bit so he could slightly lean over and look down at Talian to study his features only illuminated by the sky’s display that night, “otherwise… your compassion and tenderness with certain people would aid you as a dragonrider but I don’t think you’d enjoy too much. I like you as a full time Healer anyway. Only you can treat my numbweed-picking injury with numbweed salve and not laugh hysterically.” That was a truly appreciated trait in a friend.
Valerian twisted back around so he could lie on his back and stare up at the sky that always seemed so calm when the stars were twinkling down at him. He listened to Talian’s ramblings about the stars and positioning, knowing a good portion of the information already but content in letting it continue simply to fill the silence, hear a familiar voice, and let Talian do whatever helped him relax around him again. It could almost be called soothing until the commentary stopped and Valerian turned toward his silent companion.
There was that name again. Fiora was mentioned here and there but it seemed Talian preferred not to talk about her and Valerian left the topic alone. Everyone had different ways of grieving for and moving on from their past lives but with that statement, he couldn’t stay silent any longer and was compelled to help his friend even if some of it likely came out as rude or tough love. “It’s okay to, Tal.” Valerian had tensed for a moment at Talian inching closer to him, growing unused again to people outside of Jada invading his space but relaxed just as quickly and laid a hand over the Healer’s. “Tell me what makes her so special in your eyes.”
When Talian brought up weyrlinghood, however, Valerian knew perhaps not everything could be discussed with all friends. Still, he wasn’t going to ignore the topic entirely, especially since Talian had brought it up. He’d just have to use his diplomatic Harper skills for good for a change. “Some aspects suck. I thought I was done being the student when entering classrooms.” Out of everything, the fact that he was once again a student after turns of being the teacher irritated the blue weyrling the most. How much could they really teach as well? Veeth was smart and picked up on his lessons fairly quickly. There had to be a way out of the mind-numbing lectures.
“I think you’d enjoy some of the lectures if your fondness for reading and learning is any indication,” Valerian shifted a bit so he could slightly lean over and look down at Talian to study his features only illuminated by the sky’s display that night, “otherwise… your compassion and tenderness with certain people would aid you as a dragonrider but I don’t think you’d enjoy too much. I like you as a full time Healer anyway. Only you can treat my numbweed-picking injury with numbweed salve and not laugh hysterically.” That was a truly appreciated trait in a friend.
Valerian twisted back around so he could lie on his back and stare up at the sky that always seemed so calm when the stars were twinkling down at him. He listened to Talian’s ramblings about the stars and positioning, knowing a good portion of the information already but content in letting it continue simply to fill the silence, hear a familiar voice, and let Talian do whatever helped him relax around him again. It could almost be called soothing until the commentary stopped and Valerian turned toward his silent companion.
There was that name again. Fiora was mentioned here and there but it seemed Talian preferred not to talk about her and Valerian left the topic alone. Everyone had different ways of grieving for and moving on from their past lives but with that statement, he couldn’t stay silent any longer and was compelled to help his friend even if some of it likely came out as rude or tough love. “It’s okay to, Tal.” Valerian had tensed for a moment at Talian inching closer to him, growing unused again to people outside of Jada invading his space but relaxed just as quickly and laid a hand over the Healer’s. “Tell me what makes her so special in your eyes.”