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21.Oct.12, 08:14 AM
The greenrider's eyebrows furrowed slightly at Talian's soft words, not sure what points in time the young Healer was speaking of - but for that to be the point, B'jin supposed it would be odd if he did recall the instances of which Talian was referencing. The greenrider shook his head slightly, denying without words what Talian was saying. It wasn't that B'jin didn't believe him, but rather that he didn't want to believe him. He didn't want to think that he'd done something that had so obviously upset Talian; he didn't ever want to have upset Talian.
"Huh?" B'jin's eyebrows arched upwards, his expression taking on tones of confusion as he tilted his head at Talian with a curious air flickering through the brown eyes staring at the young man's face. "Treat?" He asked, blinking. What on earth had he said that would cause Talian to think he might require treatment? B'jin's features contorted into a puzzled frown as he played with the words both he and the young Healer had spoken, trying to figure it out and make sense of it. Talian treated people for forgetting about things that made them unhappy? B'jin chewed on his bottom lip as Talian took up speaking once more.
"Well, that's unfun." B'jin stated simply, perhaps as concerned about Talian's obsession over bad happenings as the boy had been concerned over B'jin's repression. The greenrider couldn't understand why the boy would retain such events, his features betraying lack of understanding though his hand was gentle as he rubbed Talian's back soothingly, unsure how else to comfort the young man as he continued speaking. B'jin just smiled wryly at Talian's admittance to his inability to speak to or understand other people; he was in the same boat there and it had taken a little trial and error to find a way to talk to R'nd.
Ah, a goal - or lack there of. B'jin could relate to that! The greenrider's nose crinkled and he gave the young man an irritable look. Not directed at Talian, but at a circumstance he could understand. "I haven't had a goal beyond 'survive' for over two decades, Tal." Probably three was closer, but B'jin was not quite comfortable acknowledging the length of time he'd dragonridden for... Never mind his own age! B'jin let that slide away without focusing on it. He didn't like to think about how long he had been alive for. It was distressing; were his sister and brother still alive? He knew his parents were not. Did he have nieces and nephews grown? Did they have children of their own?
"It's okay," B'jin said gently, wrapping Talian up in a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of the boy's head. His lips twisted into a smile as the boy spoke to his dragon, who's eye flickered open and she stared at Talian from where her head had taken up resting once more by B'jin's legs. I am never wrong, Talian. Larrikith replied lightly, her voice both amused and affectionate. I do not recall saying I searched you to Impress. Her voice was sly and teasing, and B'jin flicked out a hand to tap her around the nose lightly. "Now you're just covering your big fat green arse." His voice was muffled, speaking into Talian's hair, but the words were dipped in amusement.
"Huh?" B'jin's eyebrows arched upwards, his expression taking on tones of confusion as he tilted his head at Talian with a curious air flickering through the brown eyes staring at the young man's face. "Treat?" He asked, blinking. What on earth had he said that would cause Talian to think he might require treatment? B'jin's features contorted into a puzzled frown as he played with the words both he and the young Healer had spoken, trying to figure it out and make sense of it. Talian treated people for forgetting about things that made them unhappy? B'jin chewed on his bottom lip as Talian took up speaking once more.
"Well, that's unfun." B'jin stated simply, perhaps as concerned about Talian's obsession over bad happenings as the boy had been concerned over B'jin's repression. The greenrider couldn't understand why the boy would retain such events, his features betraying lack of understanding though his hand was gentle as he rubbed Talian's back soothingly, unsure how else to comfort the young man as he continued speaking. B'jin just smiled wryly at Talian's admittance to his inability to speak to or understand other people; he was in the same boat there and it had taken a little trial and error to find a way to talk to R'nd.
Ah, a goal - or lack there of. B'jin could relate to that! The greenrider's nose crinkled and he gave the young man an irritable look. Not directed at Talian, but at a circumstance he could understand. "I haven't had a goal beyond 'survive' for over two decades, Tal." Probably three was closer, but B'jin was not quite comfortable acknowledging the length of time he'd dragonridden for... Never mind his own age! B'jin let that slide away without focusing on it. He didn't like to think about how long he had been alive for. It was distressing; were his sister and brother still alive? He knew his parents were not. Did he have nieces and nephews grown? Did they have children of their own?
"It's okay," B'jin said gently, wrapping Talian up in a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of the boy's head. His lips twisted into a smile as the boy spoke to his dragon, who's eye flickered open and she stared at Talian from where her head had taken up resting once more by B'jin's legs. I am never wrong, Talian. Larrikith replied lightly, her voice both amused and affectionate. I do not recall saying I searched you to Impress. Her voice was sly and teasing, and B'jin flicked out a hand to tap her around the nose lightly. "Now you're just covering your big fat green arse." His voice was muffled, speaking into Talian's hair, but the words were dipped in amusement.
