26.Jan.12, 06:43 AM
“Valerian, Journeyman Harper,” he may have been blunt, honest, and possibly even rude, but Valerian did have manners lurking deep within and he knew how to follow protocol despite his desire to oftentimes keep personal information to himself. It was slightly at odds with his profession, just like his budding hatred of children when he was meant to embrace all of their quirks and find ways to teach them, but he had long ago accepted he could be a tad bit of a walking contradiction. Besides, even if he wanted to keep to himself, it was nearly impossible within such a small weyr with people just as curious as he was and tossed into a life he had no choice but to accept so there really wasn’t a point in evading such greetings, especially, and he hoped not, he found himself in need of Talian’s assistance again down the line.
A quick glance was given to Allendris to see what his fellow silent observer thought of his answer and what Talian had said about his wound before green eyes returned to tracking the healer’s movements. “Yes, hunting and it involved a pride of wild and hungry felines,” and that was all that needed to be said on that matter given the way he had ran from the beasts and earned his injuries, including what sounded like one that would soon be a scar. That earned a brief frown and then a shrug. It was on his leg which would be typically out of sight given his preferred attire and wouldn’t hinder his playing of instruments and likely not even impede his dancing.
“The pain is bearable since I walked from the forest to the kitchen to here though if you go poking at it too much my opinion may change,” despite his fatigue and annoyance at being dirty and bloody, Valerian was being kind in giving the warning that if Talian didn’t proceed with caution he would hear about it.
A quick glance was given to Allendris to see what his fellow silent observer thought of his answer and what Talian had said about his wound before green eyes returned to tracking the healer’s movements. “Yes, hunting and it involved a pride of wild and hungry felines,” and that was all that needed to be said on that matter given the way he had ran from the beasts and earned his injuries, including what sounded like one that would soon be a scar. That earned a brief frown and then a shrug. It was on his leg which would be typically out of sight given his preferred attire and wouldn’t hinder his playing of instruments and likely not even impede his dancing.
“The pain is bearable since I walked from the forest to the kitchen to here though if you go poking at it too much my opinion may change,” despite his fatigue and annoyance at being dirty and bloody, Valerian was being kind in giving the warning that if Talian didn’t proceed with caution he would hear about it.