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05.Feb.12, 10:39 PM
The woman that was obviously some rank of healer was baffling to his early morning mind. She was screaming for someone to help her get Talian to his feet and move him to the Healing Hall one second and the next she was doing it on her own. He would have helped, he wasn’t that horrible of a person but Valerian decided this was one determined woman and he had learned that sometimes it was best to stay out of their way, especially if it involved their child or a dear one. He had no idea what the relationship was between the two since he wasn’t even sure who she was and Talian seemed hung up on some Fiora girl but it was a Weyr so anything was possible, though he suspected it was simply a friendship between two Stolen Candidates.
He grabbed his mug of klah, and moved out of the way, forgoing to offer any help since it didn’t seem to be wanted anymore. Once the pair had made a good effort at putting distance between them and the chaos that was still reigning supreme, Valerian turned to follow. Sure, the breakfast gang would likely be entertaining to observe a little longer but his marks, if he was a betting man, were on Talian being the far more interesting choice. Was the man a master healer or did the knots simply belong to a family member that he had happened to have on him when Stolen as a sort of memento? His curiosity wouldn’t leave him alone until he found out. He had to admit he also sort of liked the guy and wanted to make sure Talian would be okay. With a final swig of his klah, Valerian headed for the busted doors, setting his mug down on an empty table as he passed.
Once he made it to the small room, Valerian smirked at what he walked in on. Lymsleia was ordering the removal of Talian’s shirt and reaching out for him. It took a moment for the scene to connect and a few steps into the room changed the view enough that he could see she wanted to apply some sort of salve onto an exposed chest but it was still something worthy of teasing, if only to judge the temperaments of the two. “Some women will use any chance to molest a guy.”
He grabbed his mug of klah, and moved out of the way, forgoing to offer any help since it didn’t seem to be wanted anymore. Once the pair had made a good effort at putting distance between them and the chaos that was still reigning supreme, Valerian turned to follow. Sure, the breakfast gang would likely be entertaining to observe a little longer but his marks, if he was a betting man, were on Talian being the far more interesting choice. Was the man a master healer or did the knots simply belong to a family member that he had happened to have on him when Stolen as a sort of memento? His curiosity wouldn’t leave him alone until he found out. He had to admit he also sort of liked the guy and wanted to make sure Talian would be okay. With a final swig of his klah, Valerian headed for the busted doors, setting his mug down on an empty table as he passed.
Once he made it to the small room, Valerian smirked at what he walked in on. Lymsleia was ordering the removal of Talian’s shirt and reaching out for him. It took a moment for the scene to connect and a few steps into the room changed the view enough that he could see she wanted to apply some sort of salve onto an exposed chest but it was still something worthy of teasing, if only to judge the temperaments of the two. “Some women will use any chance to molest a guy.”
