At the River's Edge [Valerian]

Normally, between the pair of them, B'jin and Larrikith were aware of any who may approach them. Larrikith, being Search sensitive - a less common trait amongst greens, and one she took great pride in - was usually made aware as soon as someone with dragon-sensitivty was near. Unfortunately for the pair, dragon bathing tended to make usual skills and abilities redundant. The pair were additionally relaxed, enjoying their own odd companionship, as B'jin's children (and any strays that may have been around) were not a part of the bathing ritual for the day. That in itself meant they didn't have to be on hyper alert for drowning children, bizarre 'look at me!'s, and other odd things children did - like eating soapsand or painting each other with oil.

As as result, neither B'jin nor Larrikith noticed as Valerian approached them, and both were completely oblivious to his staring as Larrikith, with eyes closed and wings spread out and drooping low, was in dragon heaven as B'jin took to her hide with a heavy duty brush. Her humming never altered, while his voice was strong and clear. The seemingly sudden and random accompaniment of a guitar would have had a better pair falter and screw up - B'jin and Larrikith continued seamlessly - though they both paused dramatically and turned their gazes in unison to stare at the young man. Larrikith finished the song with an unhappy grunt as B'jin slipped off her foreleg to take a few steps towards his fellow Harper, head tilted curiously. He couldn't place the young man, so he obviously hadn't been responsible for his appearance at Katila. B'jin rarely went after Harpers, too touchy to the subject of recognition or lack of being able to place him. It would not be good for the Weyr if wandering Harpers (gossips that they are!) were to return to the Hall and announce they'd seen someone of his talent just wandering around without any particular reason.

"You play very well," B'jin commented. Guitar was one of his preferred instruments, and he was suitably well versed in it. He could certainly acknowledge someone that played it as well as the young man before him did. "I'm B'jin." He offered, indicating himself with the sudsy scrubbing brush still in his hand. "My green is Larrikith. You can come closer, she won't splash you." The final part was said in warning, and Larrikith opened one eye - that which was closest to the two men - and it sparkled mischievously.

Only because I wouldn't want to get his guitar wet, she said mildly, amused, Harpers are so fanatic about their instruments.

Her comments, while not directed at Valerian, were open for him to hear, if he were open to the thought of hearing them. It was a fun game she enjoyed playing with Candidates, especially the ones that would hear pieces of comments. She was a bit quirky like that. B'jin rolled his eyes, and smiled at Valerian as he went back to scrubbing Larrikith, focusing carefully on the panes of her delicate face. His gaze flickered back to Valerian at intervals, wondering what he'd do. "You're welcome to help," B'jin offered, the words almost a question. He wasn't sure how well that would go down, when most of their new Northern imports preferred the idea of roasting a dragon, as opposed to bathing it.