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02.Sep.12, 11:13 AM
Larrikith, despite being totally enchanted by the prospect of tormenting the pride of felines stalking around several hundred lengths from her rider and his young charge, was never one to let her mind wander too far from either: She was always on the edge of B'jin's conscience and ready to throw in a quirky comment when it was called for, or laugh to herself at the fact that he still couldn't acknowledge facts about himself and his life that were staring him straight in the face and giving him the bird to boot. It was hilarious and embarrassing, how naive and stubborn her rider could be!
The little dragon was pretty oblivious to the fact that she was remarkably like him, but it didn't matter as she felt the stirring of her name against Talian's mind and she paused, twirling away from a hissing feline to focus more steadily on what the Little Healer was thinking, her eyes taking on tones of curiosity. He didn't think of her all that often, a fact she was very aware of, since she spent so much of her time nestled against the edge of his mind, though she did her best not to make him aware of that. He didn't like her, and she didn't want to further alienate him though she was unaware of what it was she'd done in the beginning, and poking around her rider's memories had been of little use.
Apparently, all she'd had to do was dig deep enough in Talian's. Lifting up and away from the felines (though most had slunk off back towards the forest) Larrikith angled mildly in the direction the two humans were located, frowning mentally at Talian's thoughts. He hated her because she'd yelled at him? If he'd taken more pride in who he was-! Larrikith hissed to herself between her teeth, grumbling unhappily. How was someone so undeniably intelligent, so sharding stupid? Larrikith was careful to keep her thoughts to herself, but B'jin leaned up on an elbow to watch her approach with a frown and an eyebrow that arched slightly. Larrikith ignored him and his silent questioning as she slunk across in front of the two humans, to curl up on the far side of B'jin, staring at Talian with a dull expression.
He hates me. Her voice was pure sulk and B'jin's expression took on a very mild touch of amusement as his gaze turned to look at the dragon. He hates all dragons. Because I yelled at him. Both B'jin's eyebrows arched upward. You did? Apparently. She seemed unsure, not quite which set of memories she should believe. Huh. Well, don't do it again. Duh! Turning ehr head, Larrikith gave a very good impersonation of a sneer at B'jin, before curling up to sulk.
"Your little game not turn out to your liking, love?" B'jin asked, all sugar and sweetness, before snorting when Larrikith pointedly turned her back on them both. He didn't mind: while she laid there, she was further shielding them from the wind. The greenrider returned his attention to Talian,giving the young man a gentle squeeze where he was curled up against him. He didn't articulate an answer to Talian's thanks, not really feeling it needed one. As long as he was able, B'jin would always be there to help the young man. He didn't need thanks for it (though it was pleasant).
B'jin's expression saddened when Talian cut himself off from a rant, wondering if it were done to spare him or if Talian didn't feel comfortable raving at him any longer or if the young man simply wished to move past such things. The following statement made B'jin doubt his latter idea, and he shifted uncomfortably. The greenrider hated being reminded that he'd ruined the Healer's life, and even though what Talian said could be taken in a positive manner, B'jin failed to quite latch on to it. He did agree, though, and in a soft voice he shared it; he did wish things had been different.
But B'jin didn't want to talk about that, he didn't want Talian to delve into emotions that weren't if not positive, at least more than a negative-neutral. He wanted him to smile, to enjoy an evening - especially the one they were in, which had such an overwhelming and suffocating feel to it. B'jin tightened his arm around Talian and rested his chin lightly on his companion's head.
"Share with me a memory," B'jin said gently, "something sweet, and not bitter."
The little dragon was pretty oblivious to the fact that she was remarkably like him, but it didn't matter as she felt the stirring of her name against Talian's mind and she paused, twirling away from a hissing feline to focus more steadily on what the Little Healer was thinking, her eyes taking on tones of curiosity. He didn't think of her all that often, a fact she was very aware of, since she spent so much of her time nestled against the edge of his mind, though she did her best not to make him aware of that. He didn't like her, and she didn't want to further alienate him though she was unaware of what it was she'd done in the beginning, and poking around her rider's memories had been of little use.
Apparently, all she'd had to do was dig deep enough in Talian's. Lifting up and away from the felines (though most had slunk off back towards the forest) Larrikith angled mildly in the direction the two humans were located, frowning mentally at Talian's thoughts. He hated her because she'd yelled at him? If he'd taken more pride in who he was-! Larrikith hissed to herself between her teeth, grumbling unhappily. How was someone so undeniably intelligent, so sharding stupid? Larrikith was careful to keep her thoughts to herself, but B'jin leaned up on an elbow to watch her approach with a frown and an eyebrow that arched slightly. Larrikith ignored him and his silent questioning as she slunk across in front of the two humans, to curl up on the far side of B'jin, staring at Talian with a dull expression.
He hates me. Her voice was pure sulk and B'jin's expression took on a very mild touch of amusement as his gaze turned to look at the dragon. He hates all dragons. Because I yelled at him. Both B'jin's eyebrows arched upward. You did? Apparently. She seemed unsure, not quite which set of memories she should believe. Huh. Well, don't do it again. Duh! Turning ehr head, Larrikith gave a very good impersonation of a sneer at B'jin, before curling up to sulk.
"Your little game not turn out to your liking, love?" B'jin asked, all sugar and sweetness, before snorting when Larrikith pointedly turned her back on them both. He didn't mind: while she laid there, she was further shielding them from the wind. The greenrider returned his attention to Talian,giving the young man a gentle squeeze where he was curled up against him. He didn't articulate an answer to Talian's thanks, not really feeling it needed one. As long as he was able, B'jin would always be there to help the young man. He didn't need thanks for it (though it was pleasant).
B'jin's expression saddened when Talian cut himself off from a rant, wondering if it were done to spare him or if Talian didn't feel comfortable raving at him any longer or if the young man simply wished to move past such things. The following statement made B'jin doubt his latter idea, and he shifted uncomfortably. The greenrider hated being reminded that he'd ruined the Healer's life, and even though what Talian said could be taken in a positive manner, B'jin failed to quite latch on to it. He did agree, though, and in a soft voice he shared it; he did wish things had been different.
But B'jin didn't want to talk about that, he didn't want Talian to delve into emotions that weren't if not positive, at least more than a negative-neutral. He wanted him to smile, to enjoy an evening - especially the one they were in, which had such an overwhelming and suffocating feel to it. B'jin tightened his arm around Talian and rested his chin lightly on his companion's head.
"Share with me a memory," B'jin said gently, "something sweet, and not bitter."
