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16.May.12, 08:20 PM
B'jin's face was a picture of mixing emotions as he sat quietly, watching Talian after he had finished speaking. The hug the boy had launched on him had been rewarded with a squeak of surprise, and a soft chuckle as B'jin returned it. He held him gently, the embrace almost loose as B'jin - who had been exceptionally quiet for the duration of Talian's speech, mulled over the words he had been given, and the emotions that had fed them.
The greenrider wasn't sure what to make of his young son, who seemed to be so sturdy and secure in who he was, and yet so delicately crafted that a simple smile could send him toppling over the edge to crash and burn like an autumn leaf in a fire. Gentle fingers brushed over Talian's back in soothing circles, the dragonman not unconscious of the fact that Talian was crying, or at least trying not to, by the dampness that had been fed to one small portion of his shirts' shoulder. It wasn't growing, and the young man wasn't trembling, so B'jin assumed he was less crying, and more overwhelmed.
Understandable.
With no idea what he would find upon travelling north, or even if he would be able to get close enough to get a real idea of the situation that remained there, B'jin had nothing to offer Talian in regards to his family and friends at the moment. He would find out what he could, he would do it before D'ren realised he'd done something he'd been ordered not to, and he'd hope that whatever was brought back would be good news for Talian - whether B'jin himself felt that were so or not. Sighing softly, B'jin let his hands trail across Talian's sides to grip him gently by the arm just above his elbows, and indicated with subtle pressure he wanted the young man to look at him.
"How can I not worry about you?" B'jin asked gently, releasing one of Talian's arms to use his left hand to gently tilt the boy's face, an eyebrow arching up in question and a bitter-sweet smile twisting his lips. B'jin was not unaware of the irony of their situation, and all it insinuated. An order to 'fix' the boy had resulted in a much deeper relationship between the pair, even if Talian had fought him every step of the way - in the beginning. B'jin couldn't really recall when the young Healer had been swayed, though he expected it had happened somewhere around his suicide attempt. Maybe a little before, but definitely after. Releasing Talian's chin, B'jin dropped his hand into his lap.
"I can't promise you won't Impress," B'jin said gently, after another lengthy silence. His voice was soft, gentle and he looked up at Talian with quiet insistence. After all, he had had no desire to Impress a firelizard, never mind a dragon! "But I'll do what I can to help you avoid it, if that is what you want." He wasn't sure how D'ren would take the news that Talian was pleased to be removed permanently from Candidacy. Well, for now maybe, but B'jin was sure there would be a backlash somewhere; particularly if it got out that Larrikith had chosen badly on one of her Searchees. Never mind a bronze and gold. She'd failed where in their arrogance had informed anyone that would listen that Larrikith was the best Green Searcher, and one of the better over all. But that was their issue, not Talian's.
The greenrider wasn't sure what to make of his young son, who seemed to be so sturdy and secure in who he was, and yet so delicately crafted that a simple smile could send him toppling over the edge to crash and burn like an autumn leaf in a fire. Gentle fingers brushed over Talian's back in soothing circles, the dragonman not unconscious of the fact that Talian was crying, or at least trying not to, by the dampness that had been fed to one small portion of his shirts' shoulder. It wasn't growing, and the young man wasn't trembling, so B'jin assumed he was less crying, and more overwhelmed.
Understandable.
With no idea what he would find upon travelling north, or even if he would be able to get close enough to get a real idea of the situation that remained there, B'jin had nothing to offer Talian in regards to his family and friends at the moment. He would find out what he could, he would do it before D'ren realised he'd done something he'd been ordered not to, and he'd hope that whatever was brought back would be good news for Talian - whether B'jin himself felt that were so or not. Sighing softly, B'jin let his hands trail across Talian's sides to grip him gently by the arm just above his elbows, and indicated with subtle pressure he wanted the young man to look at him.
"How can I not worry about you?" B'jin asked gently, releasing one of Talian's arms to use his left hand to gently tilt the boy's face, an eyebrow arching up in question and a bitter-sweet smile twisting his lips. B'jin was not unaware of the irony of their situation, and all it insinuated. An order to 'fix' the boy had resulted in a much deeper relationship between the pair, even if Talian had fought him every step of the way - in the beginning. B'jin couldn't really recall when the young Healer had been swayed, though he expected it had happened somewhere around his suicide attempt. Maybe a little before, but definitely after. Releasing Talian's chin, B'jin dropped his hand into his lap.
"I can't promise you won't Impress," B'jin said gently, after another lengthy silence. His voice was soft, gentle and he looked up at Talian with quiet insistence. After all, he had had no desire to Impress a firelizard, never mind a dragon! "But I'll do what I can to help you avoid it, if that is what you want." He wasn't sure how D'ren would take the news that Talian was pleased to be removed permanently from Candidacy. Well, for now maybe, but B'jin was sure there would be a backlash somewhere; particularly if it got out that Larrikith had chosen badly on one of her Searchees. Never mind a bronze and gold. She'd failed where in their arrogance had informed anyone that would listen that Larrikith was the best Green Searcher, and one of the better over all. But that was their issue, not Talian's.
