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23.Feb.12, 08:47 AM
"Oh, Tal, don't say that." B'jin murmured softly, holding the young healer to himself with firm, reassuring arms as his chin rested ever so lightly atop Talian's head. His left hand was drawing gentle, soothing circles on Talian's back, eyes unfocused as he stared across the room at the picture of M'ram and her two young daughters he had drawn all those Turns ago. He had been afraid, when Katila had formed, that he wouldn't remember the contours of his sister's face with enough clarity to do her image justice. He had been afraid he would forget the details of his nieces bright eyes and cheerful smiles. Instead, he had surprised himself with the easy clarity he had manage to remember them with. He expected some part of it could be paid to Larrikith, and her remarkable ability to manipulate his mind. B'jin knew enough from his Weyrling class, and from watching that of Renewed Hope, that Larri wasn't really meant to have the abilities she did, when it came to picking through his mind and that of those she set upon. Probably, that was why she was such an amazing Search dragon.
"Never forget, Talian." B'jin continued, squeezing the healer a little tighter for a moment before relaxing his grip. "It is the people of our past, that helped shape who we are. The good, the bad. All of them." He tilted his head, so his cheek rested on Talian's head instead, turning his eyes away from M'ram's static gaze. "I am truly sorry." B'jin whispered huskily, his tone laced with guilt and regret. He loved Talian, adored him, and he would have taken him back North if - somehow - he could have gotten away with it. Loosening his grip and stepping away gently, B'jin held Talian's arms lightly just below the shoulder. "If you want, and only if you want, I will check on her. Nothing more, nothing less. Make sure she is okay." His look intensified, and his grip tightened, "But only if you want."
"Never forget, Talian." B'jin continued, squeezing the healer a little tighter for a moment before relaxing his grip. "It is the people of our past, that helped shape who we are. The good, the bad. All of them." He tilted his head, so his cheek rested on Talian's head instead, turning his eyes away from M'ram's static gaze. "I am truly sorry." B'jin whispered huskily, his tone laced with guilt and regret. He loved Talian, adored him, and he would have taken him back North if - somehow - he could have gotten away with it. Loosening his grip and stepping away gently, B'jin held Talian's arms lightly just below the shoulder. "If you want, and only if you want, I will check on her. Nothing more, nothing less. Make sure she is okay." His look intensified, and his grip tightened, "But only if you want."
