07.Apr.12, 01:48 AM
B'jin laughed softly at Valerian's words, brown eyes brightening slightly with his amusement as he gave the young man an dry look. "The Touching is meant to reassure the Candidates, not further frighten them." While his words carried amusement, his eyebrows were furrowed subtly as he quietly thought. The Touching was especially useful at Katila, where those that came in and were selected were rarely comfortable around dragons; the ritual was designed to placate them and bolster their confidence in the upcoming Hatching. If it were having the opposite effect... B'jin shook his head, and shrugged to himself. Well... that was for D'ren and the Weyrmaster to figure out, not he.
"Oh, it's not all that bad, Val." The greenrider laughed, amused at the younger harper's words. Of course, B'jin was speaking now as a dragonrider of nearly three decades, not the arrogant little Harper he had been upon Impressing. Larrikith hadn't been lying when she claimed he'd puked all over the place. Young Benjinamor had spent a lot of time throwing up back then. Arrogant, self assured and with a stomach about as strong as melted butter. Larrikith gave a snort of amusement as B'jin brushed memories of the past away and stepped back so Valerian could climb aboard his midget of a dragon. When the young man was atop her, the rider carefully secured the straps that would hold them in place, before climbing up himself and strapping in.
Kill you? Larrikith purred, turning to look with amusement at her passenger. What possible benefit could I gain from killing you? With a rumble of amusement, Larrikith stood, spread her wings and vanished between to reappear several lengths above the Ranges. A little adrenaline never hurt anyone! B'jin gave a wicked cackle and wrapped his arms tightly around Valerian, as Larrikith set about making the young man pay for his cheeky tongue.
"Oh, it's not all that bad, Val." The greenrider laughed, amused at the younger harper's words. Of course, B'jin was speaking now as a dragonrider of nearly three decades, not the arrogant little Harper he had been upon Impressing. Larrikith hadn't been lying when she claimed he'd puked all over the place. Young Benjinamor had spent a lot of time throwing up back then. Arrogant, self assured and with a stomach about as strong as melted butter. Larrikith gave a snort of amusement as B'jin brushed memories of the past away and stepped back so Valerian could climb aboard his midget of a dragon. When the young man was atop her, the rider carefully secured the straps that would hold them in place, before climbing up himself and strapping in.
Kill you? Larrikith purred, turning to look with amusement at her passenger. What possible benefit could I gain from killing you? With a rumble of amusement, Larrikith stood, spread her wings and vanished between to reappear several lengths above the Ranges. A little adrenaline never hurt anyone! B'jin gave a wicked cackle and wrapped his arms tightly around Valerian, as Larrikith set about making the young man pay for his cheeky tongue.