13.Feb.12, 02:38 AM
Valerian nodded here and there during B’jin’s explanation, catching what was said but focusing more on his new task. He wasn’t a man to take enjoyment in manual labour and extreme physical exertion yet there he was with the sun still rising with arms already sore from scrubbing green hide and now taking care to rub the oil on properly. He tried to convince himself he was either drunk, hung over, or drugged to act such a way but Valerian knew as he dabbed his cloth in the container for a bit more oil, that he was utterly charmed by the unpredictable beast with a huge mischievous streak. Although unpredictable also worked to describe Grith, the loud dragon he had only seen once, covered in paint, but heard frequently with brats calling after her. Weyr life was incredibly strange.
He hesitated a moment when B’jin complimented him on his reactions Larrikith’s behaviour and then let it hang in the air the implications that she could be ruthless in her play. He already knew she wasn’t opposed to drowning someone so Valerian’s mind wandered from there leading him to Larrikith pushing the brats into mud which was fairly innocent though the thoughts of her dropping someone while flying tipped the scale to downright evil.
Even through the shudder he received from his wandering thoughts he tried to ignore, green eyes kept returning to the scarring until Valerian gave in and gently touched an older looking one, “don’t you ever worry something worse will happen in her flights and does she ever get revenge on the ones who mar her hide?”
He hesitated a moment when B’jin complimented him on his reactions Larrikith’s behaviour and then let it hang in the air the implications that she could be ruthless in her play. He already knew she wasn’t opposed to drowning someone so Valerian’s mind wandered from there leading him to Larrikith pushing the brats into mud which was fairly innocent though the thoughts of her dropping someone while flying tipped the scale to downright evil.
Even through the shudder he received from his wandering thoughts he tried to ignore, green eyes kept returning to the scarring until Valerian gave in and gently touched an older looking one, “don’t you ever worry something worse will happen in her flights and does she ever get revenge on the ones who mar her hide?”