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17.Feb.12, 05:10 AM
Larrikith had had difficulty waking B'jin, but had eventrally managed. She left the young healer alone, as he went about the task she had asked him to do, relieved that he hadn't baulked and run off. She supposed it was the healer in him, that kept him there, or perhaps his affection for her rider. She wondered, briefly, as she watched B'jin swim towards wakefulness, if he would forgive B'jin if she told him she was the one that insisted they bring someone home with them. Such an admittance wouldn't go down well for her, however, and while she didn't particularly care if the little healer liked her, she was the other half of her rider, and would forever be with him. She would worry about it later, and maybe speak to B'jin.
Love? her murmuring voice wrapped around B'jin and the man groaned as his eyes opened, looking directly up into Larrikith's concerned face, his temples pounding. Finally, she sighed, and flopped down on the floor, shaking the house as she relaxed and dropped her chin on the bed.
"Hnn," B'jin groaned, sitting up, though the slumped position could barely be called thus. "Shards, Larri." Running his hands through his hair and over his face, B'jin rubbed his eyes awake and resisted the urge to curl up and die. "Shell-" the word ended in a high pitched yelp when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye, and turning, spotted Talian. He then groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Larrikith gave a soft exhale, though it was a long way from laughter. She turned tired, lazy eyes on Talian. Thank you, little Healer. You can come in. I will leave, now. B'jin uncovered his face and latched onto Larrikith's face, hugging her tightly. "Thank you, love. Go eat," he murmured, kissing her snout and watching with affection as her eyes sparkled happily for a moment before fading back. Her hide was grey-tinged and his face expressed his guilt as the small dragon wriggled her way out of his room and into her own. He turned his tired, baggy eyes on Talian.
"Come in, Tal." He patted his bed lightly beside him, more inviting Tal into the room than indicating that he should sit right there. Still dressed in what he had been wearing the night before, however, B'jin wasn't worried about making the youngster too uncomfortable, though he was pretty sure he reeked of rough Katilan alcohol. He'd need a wash. Soon. But for now, he supposed the boy had something he wanted to talk about.
You should speak to him, Larrikith put in, her tone dry. B'jin flinched eyes flashing in the general direction his dragon had taken. Turning back to Talian, B'jin ignored Larrikith's pointed remark. "How can I help you, Tal?"
Love? her murmuring voice wrapped around B'jin and the man groaned as his eyes opened, looking directly up into Larrikith's concerned face, his temples pounding. Finally, she sighed, and flopped down on the floor, shaking the house as she relaxed and dropped her chin on the bed.
"Hnn," B'jin groaned, sitting up, though the slumped position could barely be called thus. "Shards, Larri." Running his hands through his hair and over his face, B'jin rubbed his eyes awake and resisted the urge to curl up and die. "Shell-" the word ended in a high pitched yelp when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye, and turning, spotted Talian. He then groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Larrikith gave a soft exhale, though it was a long way from laughter. She turned tired, lazy eyes on Talian. Thank you, little Healer. You can come in. I will leave, now. B'jin uncovered his face and latched onto Larrikith's face, hugging her tightly. "Thank you, love. Go eat," he murmured, kissing her snout and watching with affection as her eyes sparkled happily for a moment before fading back. Her hide was grey-tinged and his face expressed his guilt as the small dragon wriggled her way out of his room and into her own. He turned his tired, baggy eyes on Talian.
"Come in, Tal." He patted his bed lightly beside him, more inviting Tal into the room than indicating that he should sit right there. Still dressed in what he had been wearing the night before, however, B'jin wasn't worried about making the youngster too uncomfortable, though he was pretty sure he reeked of rough Katilan alcohol. He'd need a wash. Soon. But for now, he supposed the boy had something he wanted to talk about.
You should speak to him, Larrikith put in, her tone dry. B'jin flinched eyes flashing in the general direction his dragon had taken. Turning back to Talian, B'jin ignored Larrikith's pointed remark. "How can I help you, Tal?"
