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20.Feb.12, 07:49 AM
"No!" B'jin said, loudly, emphatically, and he leaned forward jerkily to stare Talian in the face, his eyes shining with tears though they appeared blank and far away. "You don't understand!" It was almost snarled, as the man moved jerkily once more, as if someone had grabbed him by the shoulders and ripped him backwards so he hit the back of his seat harshly. He released his knees and let his feet fall to the floor, deflating, his hands falling into his lap with dejection. His voice, when it followed, was hollow and hoarse, almost a whisper.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped." B'jin looked up slowly, and in the gentle movement, he accepted Talian's hug, eyes sad. When the young healer pulled back, however, B'jin's face was a careful mask of serenity and he even offered a small smile at the Healer. "Would you like something to drink?" The offer was scincere, though B'jin didn't wait as he stood up fluidly and made his way towards the kitchen.
Shards. Larrikith's voice whispered over the very edge of Talian's mind. I was hoping... a sigh, filled to the brim with more than she was willing to share with Talian, though hints of it pattered across the very light link she had with the boy; anxiousness, disappointment, worry, love. Don't press him. You did well, little Healer. I am going flying. She withdrew gently, but made sure that the boy felt her break the link. She was aware that she was pushing the young man further than perhaps he was prepared to be pushed, but she also felt - without resorting to digging around - his affection for B'jin was sincere and she felt he deserved to know why her rider was, occasionally, such a terrible mess. Maybe B'jin would tell him, sometime on his own steam. Maybe Talian would stop being so standoffish and let her talk to him without feeling like she was playing catch with a Gold's egg in the middle of a battle field. Okay, so probably not, but it was a fantasy she was willing to entertain. So long as she didn't drive the child away, she saw no reason to exclude him from her opinion when she felt it prudent. And when it came to B'jin, her opinion always mattered.
Talian had her tick of approval, though she wasn't about to place any bets on his realising it. But Larrikith was okay with that. She could figure out the strange little human some other time - she did enjoy a good challenge! In the mean time, Larrikith was going to work off some steam and fly, for the pure thrill of flying. B'jin was in good hands, and he would be fine, so long as Talian didn't contradict her words and try pushing him. She didn't think he would; the child was far too easily cowed. But then, B'jin wasn't always so different, a few triggers exempt. Throwing off the concerns of humans - though she did keep a kind of third-rate contact with B'jin - Larrikith left the little room he had built her, and pushed off into the air. Sometimes it was good to just be a dragon.
B'jin, for his part, stopped half way to the kitchen and tilted his his head slightly, as if he were trying to hear something that was out of his range, but knew there were some kind of sound happening. Turning, slowly, B'jin frowned thoughtfully at Talian, his brown eyes fully occupied by the puzzled emotion, though the lashes still held the reminders of his tears. The man's voice was as quietly thoughtful as his expression; "she bespoke you." It wasn't an accusation any more than it was a question, though it was likely an answer to one Talian may have been wondering; B'jin had been excluded from the green dragon's comments to the Healer, and while B'jin looked puzzled, he didn't seem overly paranoid about it. Flashing a watery smile, B'jin finished making his way to the kitchen.
"I don't have any wine left, but I think I have some redfruit juice, if you want?"
[sup]Oh, B'jin. You make me want to bash my head on a brick wall. <3[/sup]
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped." B'jin looked up slowly, and in the gentle movement, he accepted Talian's hug, eyes sad. When the young healer pulled back, however, B'jin's face was a careful mask of serenity and he even offered a small smile at the Healer. "Would you like something to drink?" The offer was scincere, though B'jin didn't wait as he stood up fluidly and made his way towards the kitchen.
Shards. Larrikith's voice whispered over the very edge of Talian's mind. I was hoping... a sigh, filled to the brim with more than she was willing to share with Talian, though hints of it pattered across the very light link she had with the boy; anxiousness, disappointment, worry, love. Don't press him. You did well, little Healer. I am going flying. She withdrew gently, but made sure that the boy felt her break the link. She was aware that she was pushing the young man further than perhaps he was prepared to be pushed, but she also felt - without resorting to digging around - his affection for B'jin was sincere and she felt he deserved to know why her rider was, occasionally, such a terrible mess. Maybe B'jin would tell him, sometime on his own steam. Maybe Talian would stop being so standoffish and let her talk to him without feeling like she was playing catch with a Gold's egg in the middle of a battle field. Okay, so probably not, but it was a fantasy she was willing to entertain. So long as she didn't drive the child away, she saw no reason to exclude him from her opinion when she felt it prudent. And when it came to B'jin, her opinion always mattered.
Talian had her tick of approval, though she wasn't about to place any bets on his realising it. But Larrikith was okay with that. She could figure out the strange little human some other time - she did enjoy a good challenge! In the mean time, Larrikith was going to work off some steam and fly, for the pure thrill of flying. B'jin was in good hands, and he would be fine, so long as Talian didn't contradict her words and try pushing him. She didn't think he would; the child was far too easily cowed. But then, B'jin wasn't always so different, a few triggers exempt. Throwing off the concerns of humans - though she did keep a kind of third-rate contact with B'jin - Larrikith left the little room he had built her, and pushed off into the air. Sometimes it was good to just be a dragon.
B'jin, for his part, stopped half way to the kitchen and tilted his his head slightly, as if he were trying to hear something that was out of his range, but knew there were some kind of sound happening. Turning, slowly, B'jin frowned thoughtfully at Talian, his brown eyes fully occupied by the puzzled emotion, though the lashes still held the reminders of his tears. The man's voice was as quietly thoughtful as his expression; "she bespoke you." It wasn't an accusation any more than it was a question, though it was likely an answer to one Talian may have been wondering; B'jin had been excluded from the green dragon's comments to the Healer, and while B'jin looked puzzled, he didn't seem overly paranoid about it. Flashing a watery smile, B'jin finished making his way to the kitchen.
"I don't have any wine left, but I think I have some redfruit juice, if you want?"
[sup]Oh, B'jin. You make me want to bash my head on a brick wall. <3[/sup]
