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17.Feb.12, 11:18 AM
B'jin tilted his head slightly, watching Talian quietly as the boy set himself down comfortably, and he nodded once. He wasn't keen on the idea of digging up his past, particularly to share it with someone, but he was also unable to think of a decent reason to turn the young healer away if he were willing to listen. Talian was a healer, and B'jin was pretty sure that came with a certain level of discretion that most people weren't aware of. B'jin shifted his seat slightly, getting more comfortable, and chewed his lip absently as he pondered what to tell the boy. Everything whispered through his mind, and B'jin gave Larrikith a gentle shove with his mind, declining such an invitation. Four decades of history would be far too much to dump on the young man, who was barely able to handle his own rough twenty. He would give him the bare bones of the issue...
"I'm the eldest of four children," B'jin murmured quietly, his vice low. "A brother, and two sister. I was sent to the Harper hall the turn Moramanda was born, by the time I walked the tables she was already intent on following my footsteps. I was rarely home, but she idolised me," he paused, shuffling uncomfortably. "I was assigned to Telgar Hold as part of my Journey requirements. While I was there, I was invited to go to a Hatching. I offered to do the records while I was there." He sighed sadly, eyes far away as he revisited a memory, feeling Larrikith swirl into his mind as she filtered emotions and fed him strength. "Larrikith chose me that day. She walked past dozens of Candidates still on the sand, to try and climb the very stands to get to me." A dry, humourless laugh that was more of a choked cough. "Ruined my life, and created it all in one. Of course, Moramanda was eleven, and suddenly being a Harper was a foolish desire when she could aspire to be a dragonrider. She was determined I get her Searched. Somehow, I did - I got my baby sister into the Telgar Weyr." His voice was thick with bitterness.
"She Impressed the Turn after Larri and I graduated and I became B'jin." He wasn't aware of stray tears that had created small tracks down his face, voice thick as he continued. Larrikith was preventing most of the emotion that usually came with the memories, trying to provide him with the strength to share with Talian without overwhelming the boy with one of B'jin's breakdowns. "She got a green, Namndith," the name flowed off his tongue like honey, and B'jin blinked, crashing into the real world suddenly as outside, Larrikith landed lightly, peering in through a window for a moment, her eyes a whirl of anxious colours as she physically checked up on the pair before going to her hollow to clean. Her jawline was marred with blood. B'jin smiled placidly at the dragon, letting her access his mind without the usual barriers he put up to prevent her from doing just what she was at that moment.
"It's okay Larrikith, love." B'jin directed his comment to the dragon, he spoke lightly, and took a soft, shuddering breath as he threw aside the sorrow with apparent ease, the action directed by Larrikith. His face went blank, and his voice flat, as he continued, brown eyes dull and far away. "She graduated, to become M'ram, in 212." B'jin said slowly, before he changed from a style of story telling to spitting out cold hard facts. "The plague struck in '15, and we were banished by Weyrwoman Katila, and the Golds in '16." A strong pause, here, and B'jin turned his lifeless eyes on Talian. "They never made it across the ocean." It was said in a cold, distant and calculated voice, but the man was trembling visibly and he refused to meet Talian's eyes.
"My fault," he choked, façade crumbling as in her own room, Larrikith let out a shriek of rage and shouldered the wall, losing out to the overwhelming memories. The action, indicating her deep displeasure at his blaming himself, caused the house to shudder as the dragon fought the frustration at being separated by her bonded by something as ridiculous as wood and a young healer who didn't like her presence. She didn't blame either the house or the healer - B'jin needed both of them - but she wasn't happy with the current situation, either. She was meant to be there, she was meant to be his life line, his rock, his strength. No! she hissed, finally, frustration thick in her voice, the very edge of which she allowed to penetrate Talian's mind so he would not be excluded, despite her knowledge that he disliked such actions. Never your fault Benjinamor, never
[sup]Wow. Well. That was more than I was expecting xD[/sup]
"I'm the eldest of four children," B'jin murmured quietly, his vice low. "A brother, and two sister. I was sent to the Harper hall the turn Moramanda was born, by the time I walked the tables she was already intent on following my footsteps. I was rarely home, but she idolised me," he paused, shuffling uncomfortably. "I was assigned to Telgar Hold as part of my Journey requirements. While I was there, I was invited to go to a Hatching. I offered to do the records while I was there." He sighed sadly, eyes far away as he revisited a memory, feeling Larrikith swirl into his mind as she filtered emotions and fed him strength. "Larrikith chose me that day. She walked past dozens of Candidates still on the sand, to try and climb the very stands to get to me." A dry, humourless laugh that was more of a choked cough. "Ruined my life, and created it all in one. Of course, Moramanda was eleven, and suddenly being a Harper was a foolish desire when she could aspire to be a dragonrider. She was determined I get her Searched. Somehow, I did - I got my baby sister into the Telgar Weyr." His voice was thick with bitterness.
"She Impressed the Turn after Larri and I graduated and I became B'jin." He wasn't aware of stray tears that had created small tracks down his face, voice thick as he continued. Larrikith was preventing most of the emotion that usually came with the memories, trying to provide him with the strength to share with Talian without overwhelming the boy with one of B'jin's breakdowns. "She got a green, Namndith," the name flowed off his tongue like honey, and B'jin blinked, crashing into the real world suddenly as outside, Larrikith landed lightly, peering in through a window for a moment, her eyes a whirl of anxious colours as she physically checked up on the pair before going to her hollow to clean. Her jawline was marred with blood. B'jin smiled placidly at the dragon, letting her access his mind without the usual barriers he put up to prevent her from doing just what she was at that moment.
"It's okay Larrikith, love." B'jin directed his comment to the dragon, he spoke lightly, and took a soft, shuddering breath as he threw aside the sorrow with apparent ease, the action directed by Larrikith. His face went blank, and his voice flat, as he continued, brown eyes dull and far away. "She graduated, to become M'ram, in 212." B'jin said slowly, before he changed from a style of story telling to spitting out cold hard facts. "The plague struck in '15, and we were banished by Weyrwoman Katila, and the Golds in '16." A strong pause, here, and B'jin turned his lifeless eyes on Talian. "They never made it across the ocean." It was said in a cold, distant and calculated voice, but the man was trembling visibly and he refused to meet Talian's eyes.
"My fault," he choked, façade crumbling as in her own room, Larrikith let out a shriek of rage and shouldered the wall, losing out to the overwhelming memories. The action, indicating her deep displeasure at his blaming himself, caused the house to shudder as the dragon fought the frustration at being separated by her bonded by something as ridiculous as wood and a young healer who didn't like her presence. She didn't blame either the house or the healer - B'jin needed both of them - but she wasn't happy with the current situation, either. She was meant to be there, she was meant to be his life line, his rock, his strength. No! she hissed, finally, frustration thick in her voice, the very edge of which she allowed to penetrate Talian's mind so he would not be excluded, despite her knowledge that he disliked such actions. Never your fault Benjinamor, never
[sup]Wow. Well. That was more than I was expecting xD[/sup]
