26.Dec.12, 04:31 PM
[[ooc: sorry its late! Work has been ridiculous]]
Jazz nodded, she knew he wasn't malicious, it was just understanding on both ends. Why kill someone, healers took an oath to make people better or ease their suffering, not to end lives. Plus she had heard how hard Talian had fought to save D'ren even if she could understand his resentment. If anything, Jazz both shared it and didn't. She liked the Weyr in some respects and hated it with a passion in others.
Jazzpur however, took no notice of the atmosphere and gurgled in delight when Talian responded to him. His chubby hands reaching out towards him, fingers moving in a grabbing motion before he threw himself forward, only just being caught by Jazz as he latched onto Talian's hands and stared at them with the all childish curiosity.
"Sorry, he has a thing for hands." Jazz spoke softly, flushing faintly as her son attempted to devour the fingers of the poor masterhealer. Jazzpur's mouth opened again and he attempted to chow down on Talian's finger before jazz carefully removed Jazzpur's grip and let him bite on her fingers. Wincing when he bit down a little too hard.
"You would not believe." she managed a chuckle between wincing. "Clingy little bugger as well. Won't sleep unless I'm next to him, but he's getting better. i could defiantly do without the biting though." she laughed softly, hissing as Jazzpur gave a churlish growl and bit down hard.
"ow jazzpur." she scowled, her voice soft but full of the maternal reprimand. "Not so hard. You'll get an owie again." she stated in her healer voice, eying him with a little grin.
"I heard from some of the girls that owing a firelizard is similiar. both take a lot of time and effort." she said as a questioning statement
Jazz nodded, she knew he wasn't malicious, it was just understanding on both ends. Why kill someone, healers took an oath to make people better or ease their suffering, not to end lives. Plus she had heard how hard Talian had fought to save D'ren even if she could understand his resentment. If anything, Jazz both shared it and didn't. She liked the Weyr in some respects and hated it with a passion in others.
Jazzpur however, took no notice of the atmosphere and gurgled in delight when Talian responded to him. His chubby hands reaching out towards him, fingers moving in a grabbing motion before he threw himself forward, only just being caught by Jazz as he latched onto Talian's hands and stared at them with the all childish curiosity.
"Sorry, he has a thing for hands." Jazz spoke softly, flushing faintly as her son attempted to devour the fingers of the poor masterhealer. Jazzpur's mouth opened again and he attempted to chow down on Talian's finger before jazz carefully removed Jazzpur's grip and let him bite on her fingers. Wincing when he bit down a little too hard.
"You would not believe." she managed a chuckle between wincing. "Clingy little bugger as well. Won't sleep unless I'm next to him, but he's getting better. i could defiantly do without the biting though." she laughed softly, hissing as Jazzpur gave a churlish growl and bit down hard.
"ow jazzpur." she scowled, her voice soft but full of the maternal reprimand. "Not so hard. You'll get an owie again." she stated in her healer voice, eying him with a little grin.
"I heard from some of the girls that owing a firelizard is similiar. both take a lot of time and effort." she said as a questioning statement