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27.Feb.12, 02:10 PM
Valerian found he was glad to have had only a small portion of his meal before heading out for chores because he was fairly certain he would have been sick with the way Larrikith just suddenly stopped flying to drop like a rock with passengers attached to it. Was this what his life was going to be like if he Impressed? He wasn’t sure he could handle decades of manoeuvres such as that but B’jin seemed to be doing well enough with them. Then again, the rider was probably insane. Why else did he have that goofy smile in place all of the time?
Just as he was calming down from that latest stunt and felt he was closer to adjusting to Larrikith’s horrible teasing ways, Valerian was given an appreciative warning about going between. In truth, there had been a hope that B’jin would allow them to do it once so the young harper could experience it with the crazy pair like he had already done with other dragonrider duties. Now that he was given the chance with mere seconds to comprehend that he had, Valerian couldn’t say one way or the other if he was ready and simply tensed up again as B’jin gave the count to the event. The sudden blast of cold was a shock to his system, as was the way it felt like he couldn’t, well, feel anything. Before panic set in, Valerian forced himself to recall what he had read about between in his turns of studying and that both sensations, or lack thereof, were normal.
Even still, when they emerged back into the bright Katilan day, Valerian was relieved, chilled, and even thankful for the tight hold B’jin had on him. When that hold loosened, it was taken as silent permission to relax and Valerian visibly wilted, sinking back into the greenrider and taking comfort from his mere presence. “That was,” he paused, finding himself lacking in a vocabulary while his wits and composure were reclaimed, “extreme,” he settled on, finding the word used to describe Larrikith worked well for the cheeky dragon as well as the entire ordeal up to that point.
“I think I’ve been enjoying myself though. Ask me again in an hour.” Realizing the little green was taking a leisurely flight for the moment and seemed to be pushing herself now with retrieving the haul, Valerian managed to free a hand from the death grip he had on the riding straps to give an affectionate and encouraging pat to the soft green hide. Between the playful drowning and her flying, Valerian was sure Larrikith would cause him serious injury one day but for the time being he still liked her.
Just as he was calming down from that latest stunt and felt he was closer to adjusting to Larrikith’s horrible teasing ways, Valerian was given an appreciative warning about going between. In truth, there had been a hope that B’jin would allow them to do it once so the young harper could experience it with the crazy pair like he had already done with other dragonrider duties. Now that he was given the chance with mere seconds to comprehend that he had, Valerian couldn’t say one way or the other if he was ready and simply tensed up again as B’jin gave the count to the event. The sudden blast of cold was a shock to his system, as was the way it felt like he couldn’t, well, feel anything. Before panic set in, Valerian forced himself to recall what he had read about between in his turns of studying and that both sensations, or lack thereof, were normal.
Even still, when they emerged back into the bright Katilan day, Valerian was relieved, chilled, and even thankful for the tight hold B’jin had on him. When that hold loosened, it was taken as silent permission to relax and Valerian visibly wilted, sinking back into the greenrider and taking comfort from his mere presence. “That was,” he paused, finding himself lacking in a vocabulary while his wits and composure were reclaimed, “extreme,” he settled on, finding the word used to describe Larrikith worked well for the cheeky dragon as well as the entire ordeal up to that point.
“I think I’ve been enjoying myself though. Ask me again in an hour.” Realizing the little green was taking a leisurely flight for the moment and seemed to be pushing herself now with retrieving the haul, Valerian managed to free a hand from the death grip he had on the riding straps to give an affectionate and encouraging pat to the soft green hide. Between the playful drowning and her flying, Valerian was sure Larrikith would cause him serious injury one day but for the time being he still liked her.
