06.Feb.12, 12:11 AM
“Extremely,” Valerian answered aloud without hesitation or realizing he was already getting used to the extra voice in his head. He was living a childhood dream by scrubbing clean a dragon and best of all, speaking with her! It made him forget the woes of adjusting to a new lifestyle he was unexpectedly thrust into and the way he was viewed as almost a means to repopulating the Weyr. But when that gaze of swirling colours that conveyed as much adoration as the crooning Larrikith did, Valerian forgot himself, utterly mesmerized. How could anyone hate the gentle beasts that were now becoming simple legends and tales the old folks told after dinner? He could understand the hatred so many Candidates had for the weyrfolk and the way they gathered new blood to Stand before a clutch as even he was often on the fence about the method but in that exact moment? Valerian decided he’d be okay with being Stolen again if it led to the same look Larrikith currently gave him.
After savouring the moment and committing it to memory, perhaps for a song to be written about it later on, Valerian forced himself back to the present and all that surrounded him, including the greenrider that seemed to be enjoying all of this; and still with a smile in place! Unfortunately, Valerian found he was smiling as well and tried to bite it back before B’jin took it as a sign of acceptance and camaraderie. “heh, not sure I want to see him proddy since I know where that leads.” He wrinkled his nose at the thought of him, B’jin, and a bed colliding and then sighed, shaking his hand to regain feeling as the tender ache in his muscles from too much scrubbing started to take over as top priority.
After savouring the moment and committing it to memory, perhaps for a song to be written about it later on, Valerian forced himself back to the present and all that surrounded him, including the greenrider that seemed to be enjoying all of this; and still with a smile in place! Unfortunately, Valerian found he was smiling as well and tried to bite it back before B’jin took it as a sign of acceptance and camaraderie. “heh, not sure I want to see him proddy since I know where that leads.” He wrinkled his nose at the thought of him, B’jin, and a bed colliding and then sighed, shaking his hand to regain feeling as the tender ache in his muscles from too much scrubbing started to take over as top priority.