19.Sep.12, 06:14 AM
The look B'jin gave Talian at his simple answer was many things; full of many emotions. It wasn't that he didn't believe Talian was okay, or that he didn't believe Talian thought he was okay. It was that he was pretty sure no one was meant to be okay, or in a position to say they were okay, when they'd been forced through as many hells and back as Talian had recently found himself slogging through. Brown eyes darkened as he watched Talian, and while the boy didn't seem willing to actually say what went through his mind, and while Larrikith didn't pass it on to him, B'jin understood, and it shone on his face as he nodded slightly. He could understand that, and even relate to it, though he had no intention of informing Talian of that.
"Mm," the agreement was dull, dry and somewhat dark as B'jin agreed with Talian's assessment of 'most dragonriders'. The fact was, most were like that, and while not all were, there were more than enough to shut out those few who were in fact decent people and prepared to ask before they took. Most - not all, but most - were his fellow greenriders, and a scattering of bronzes. What few blues, and if there were any browns, were vastly outweighed by those that weren't. B'jin, admittedly, had not heard anything bad about R'nd. But he was willing to admit that could be as much his unwillingness to listen as it was the fact that his bluerider was more than likely one in... however many blues currently occupied Katila. R'nd would never hurt him, and he knew that with a certainty that was almost worrying.
B'jin twitched slightly at Talian's aligning sex and being assaulted as one and the same, the greenrider unconsciously withdrawing in on himself slightly. They were not the same - but it had taken Nemall over a decade to convince him of that, and so B'jin realised he could hardly expect Talian to differentiate between the two without someone to show him the difference. Hopefully, the boy would find someone to do just that. Ironically, B'jin didn't see the similarities between his abrasive relationship with Nemall and what he was subjected to as a greenrider. It was amazing, the things the man could blind himself to.
Startled, B'jin gave a soft choke of laughter as Talian called Katila stagnant, his amusement flowing through to shine in his eyes as he turned to watch Talian march off on his tangent with fond amusement. When the young man set out to state his opinion of the other healers with such a comical seriousness, B'jin laughed properly, deeply amused as he hugged the laughing Healer to his side and shook his head.
"Perhaps you need to dig through some of the older Weyrbrats?" B'jin suggested, amusement still lingering in his voice, though he was being quite serious. "Maybe you'll find a gem or two in the - what did you call them? Talentless Wherries?" He suddenly smirked, leaning up on an elbow to meet Talian's eye. "Find me an alternate to Numbweed." As if that were possible. Then again, this was Talian so Faranth only knew. The boy would probably click his fingers and something would pop out of between to give him the relief he'd never been able to have. "Because Threadfall is going to be amazingly painful without it." The fact that his voice betrayed his horror at fighting Thread without having the planet wide relief of numbweed, gave away just how often the thought crossed his mind. "Chances are I'll be dead before it falls," Well, not really. He was barely fifty and Threadfall was due in what? Another two decades? But still. "Well, we can hope, anyway." He tossed Talian a wink that wasn't quite teasing.
"Mm," the agreement was dull, dry and somewhat dark as B'jin agreed with Talian's assessment of 'most dragonriders'. The fact was, most were like that, and while not all were, there were more than enough to shut out those few who were in fact decent people and prepared to ask before they took. Most - not all, but most - were his fellow greenriders, and a scattering of bronzes. What few blues, and if there were any browns, were vastly outweighed by those that weren't. B'jin, admittedly, had not heard anything bad about R'nd. But he was willing to admit that could be as much his unwillingness to listen as it was the fact that his bluerider was more than likely one in... however many blues currently occupied Katila. R'nd would never hurt him, and he knew that with a certainty that was almost worrying.
B'jin twitched slightly at Talian's aligning sex and being assaulted as one and the same, the greenrider unconsciously withdrawing in on himself slightly. They were not the same - but it had taken Nemall over a decade to convince him of that, and so B'jin realised he could hardly expect Talian to differentiate between the two without someone to show him the difference. Hopefully, the boy would find someone to do just that. Ironically, B'jin didn't see the similarities between his abrasive relationship with Nemall and what he was subjected to as a greenrider. It was amazing, the things the man could blind himself to.
Startled, B'jin gave a soft choke of laughter as Talian called Katila stagnant, his amusement flowing through to shine in his eyes as he turned to watch Talian march off on his tangent with fond amusement. When the young man set out to state his opinion of the other healers with such a comical seriousness, B'jin laughed properly, deeply amused as he hugged the laughing Healer to his side and shook his head.
"Perhaps you need to dig through some of the older Weyrbrats?" B'jin suggested, amusement still lingering in his voice, though he was being quite serious. "Maybe you'll find a gem or two in the - what did you call them? Talentless Wherries?" He suddenly smirked, leaning up on an elbow to meet Talian's eye. "Find me an alternate to Numbweed." As if that were possible. Then again, this was Talian so Faranth only knew. The boy would probably click his fingers and something would pop out of between to give him the relief he'd never been able to have. "Because Threadfall is going to be amazingly painful without it." The fact that his voice betrayed his horror at fighting Thread without having the planet wide relief of numbweed, gave away just how often the thought crossed his mind. "Chances are I'll be dead before it falls," Well, not really. He was barely fifty and Threadfall was due in what? Another two decades? But still. "Well, we can hope, anyway." He tossed Talian a wink that wasn't quite teasing.