28.Feb.12, 01:22 AM
“Just keep patching me up, especially when it comes to areas that could hinder my playing,” Valerian hadn’t lied when he told Talian that playing the guitar he had had on him when Stolen was a way of keeping his sanity. He knew he was adjusting to Weyr life better than others and hadn’t displayed an outburst at anyone for the situation but that was mostly his nature. He might complain about it but still follow through with the act, like hunting and numbweed picking. But he had always genuinely enjoyed music and having it still be a part of him was important and brought him peace, soothing him. He imagined every Harper felt the same way though some, like Erisi, likely needed more than to strum a few notes to leave behind the stress of the day.
“Anyway, I haven’t been good to you, I’ve been great to you.” He grinned as he spoke, words touched lightly with a hint of teasing sarcasm. They were moving into that area of being far too sentimental again and while he had already lightly joked about how he kept getting random injuries for Talian to tend to, Valerian felt a good dose of self-praise would help even more. As would a random topic, which wasn’t so random as it was something the harper had been meaning to point out since entering the room.
“By the way, nice office. A bit on the minimal but that suits you. I’ll have to find a gift of congratulations for it.” He wasn’t quite sure what. Maybe a drawing of stick figures because Valerian wasn’t quite sure how adept he was at actually painting.
“Anyway, I haven’t been good to you, I’ve been great to you.” He grinned as he spoke, words touched lightly with a hint of teasing sarcasm. They were moving into that area of being far too sentimental again and while he had already lightly joked about how he kept getting random injuries for Talian to tend to, Valerian felt a good dose of self-praise would help even more. As would a random topic, which wasn’t so random as it was something the harper had been meaning to point out since entering the room.
“By the way, nice office. A bit on the minimal but that suits you. I’ll have to find a gift of congratulations for it.” He wasn’t quite sure what. Maybe a drawing of stick figures because Valerian wasn’t quite sure how adept he was at actually painting.