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21.Jan.12, 08:40 AM
Listen in, Larrikith advised, twitching uncomfortably and looking irritable - more with herself than with the bronze dragon laying near by, or even the rider within the building. She grumbled, under her breath, and her eyes whirled swiftly and in agitation. Twitchy, and very unhappy, Larrikith did her best to settle her emotions, and those of B'jin, so they could get this over with.
B'jin had crept in with a tiny bit more confidence at D'ren's invite - he didn't sound mad, yet - and carefully inched his way into the chair offered. Seating himself, B'jin tangled his hands together, fingers entwined, and glanced up at D'ren with a very worried expression through the length of his lashes. The smile on D'ren's face did nothing to reassure the greenrider and he flinched visibly as the man spoke.
Taking a deep breath, B'jin steeled himself and sat taller, meeting D'ren's gaze in an almost uncharacteristically bold manner. B'jin was usually more timid and eccentric than the expression of grave fear twitching across his face.
"Larrikith miss-judged, and I asked the wrong questions." He began, allocating equal blame across the pair of them. After all, a Search pair was exactly that - a dragon and her rider and neither was any more or less to blame, no matter how much they threw insults at each other. They were, and always would be, in it together. Another deep breath was taken, and breathed out softly. "The young man is an honorary Master of the Healer Craft."
B'jin shook his head, and his hands unlaced long enough to both be shoved back through his hair, which was standing on end in a manner that suggested it was not the first time the action had been taken in recent times. Dropping his hands back into his lap, the man fought the urge to pace the room.
"I - He doesn't look the part, and he wasn't wearing his knots - he keeps them in his pocket. We heard him introduced himself as a Journeyman Healer and nothing more, up North. I mean..." B'jin slumped in his chair, wondering if he should bother to explain himself. How could he, without it sounding like he was making up excuses?
"He is withdrawn, and alone - he takes no pride in his masters ranking. Larrikith singled him out for ease, in the end - there was another she was more interested in, but the young lady posed too much of a risk." B'jin gave D'ren a flat look at the end of that statement, to emphasis the irony of avoiding a risk, only to end up stealing a bigger one. "She'd just been assigned to the Hold, and would be too readily missed. I'll go back and get her, eventually. She'll go for a brown, if not gold, should Nirinath so bless us. Very serious, well maintained young lady with a lot of potential... But Talian was easy, and acceptable, and we'd already been gone for the better part of two sevendays."
B'jin stopped, and shook his head. "I..." B'jin sighed and slumped. "Sorry."
B'jin had crept in with a tiny bit more confidence at D'ren's invite - he didn't sound mad, yet - and carefully inched his way into the chair offered. Seating himself, B'jin tangled his hands together, fingers entwined, and glanced up at D'ren with a very worried expression through the length of his lashes. The smile on D'ren's face did nothing to reassure the greenrider and he flinched visibly as the man spoke.
Taking a deep breath, B'jin steeled himself and sat taller, meeting D'ren's gaze in an almost uncharacteristically bold manner. B'jin was usually more timid and eccentric than the expression of grave fear twitching across his face.
"Larrikith miss-judged, and I asked the wrong questions." He began, allocating equal blame across the pair of them. After all, a Search pair was exactly that - a dragon and her rider and neither was any more or less to blame, no matter how much they threw insults at each other. They were, and always would be, in it together. Another deep breath was taken, and breathed out softly. "The young man is an honorary Master of the Healer Craft."
B'jin shook his head, and his hands unlaced long enough to both be shoved back through his hair, which was standing on end in a manner that suggested it was not the first time the action had been taken in recent times. Dropping his hands back into his lap, the man fought the urge to pace the room.
"I - He doesn't look the part, and he wasn't wearing his knots - he keeps them in his pocket. We heard him introduced himself as a Journeyman Healer and nothing more, up North. I mean..." B'jin slumped in his chair, wondering if he should bother to explain himself. How could he, without it sounding like he was making up excuses?
"He is withdrawn, and alone - he takes no pride in his masters ranking. Larrikith singled him out for ease, in the end - there was another she was more interested in, but the young lady posed too much of a risk." B'jin gave D'ren a flat look at the end of that statement, to emphasis the irony of avoiding a risk, only to end up stealing a bigger one. "She'd just been assigned to the Hold, and would be too readily missed. I'll go back and get her, eventually. She'll go for a brown, if not gold, should Nirinath so bless us. Very serious, well maintained young lady with a lot of potential... But Talian was easy, and acceptable, and we'd already been gone for the better part of two sevendays."
B'jin stopped, and shook his head. "I..." B'jin sighed and slumped. "Sorry."
