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12.Apr.12, 10:49 AM
B'jin let the subject of Talian and his friends drop, though his conviction and stubborn resolve to take the boy to see the weyrlings was in no way dampened. The little healer was far too cut off as it was, without furthering his own self inflicted banishment by avoiding his friends and drowning himself in work. Yes, what he did was important, but B'jin wasn't going to buy that he was too busy to see them. He was a Master! All he had to do was dump it on the Journeymen and women that were panting around his ankles and take the day off.
"I would hope not," B'jin replied mildly, letting Talian's attitude slide off him without issue. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's words none the less, and his lips pursed for a moment. "Dragons are amazingly easy to kill..." He smirked, "But Larri is well trained in stab wounds. She tends to eat the quill." When the green horror got snarky about his art work, B'jin had a tendency to stab her. He had gone through quite a few quills, particularly in their early turns together.
"Brilliant!" B'jin said happily, taking the parchment with eager fingers and reading it quickly. Making sure the ink was dry, B'jin folded it carefully and slipped it into his pant pocket, grinning at Talian. He assumed Talian would be informing the other staff to back off as far as B'jin was concerned, but he'd keep the sheet of parchment with him at any rate. It was reassuring, and particularly sweet of the boy. B'jin couldn't recall what it was he'd been thinking (or apparently not thinking) when he blurted out his allergy to the young man, but he was very pleased he had done so. The idea of having had numbweed slathered on his traumatised back was not appealing, and besides Talian, B'jin was almost positive the only person who knew of his condition was S'kef. Also not at all reassuring.
"Apparently," B'jin chirped, particularly happy about that. He was incredibly tired of being restricted in his bathing habits, all else aside and irrelevant in comparison. He'd never realised how much he took his baths for granted! Wriggling out of his shirt, B'jin folded it carefully and placed it on his lap. He raised his gaze to meet Talian's, voice dry when he spoke. "Bad flight," he repeated, to explain the dark fingerprint bruising amongst other trinkets he'd received. He didn't offer any further explanation for the young healer, fairly sure the kid didn't want to know. "Where do you want me?" B'jin asked placidly, figuring Talian probably didn't want him still seated in his chair.
[sup]PP away my dear. Move him, and play with his wounds. Balls in your court :}[/sup]
"I would hope not," B'jin replied mildly, letting Talian's attitude slide off him without issue. He raised an eyebrow at the boy's words none the less, and his lips pursed for a moment. "Dragons are amazingly easy to kill..." He smirked, "But Larri is well trained in stab wounds. She tends to eat the quill." When the green horror got snarky about his art work, B'jin had a tendency to stab her. He had gone through quite a few quills, particularly in their early turns together.
"Brilliant!" B'jin said happily, taking the parchment with eager fingers and reading it quickly. Making sure the ink was dry, B'jin folded it carefully and slipped it into his pant pocket, grinning at Talian. He assumed Talian would be informing the other staff to back off as far as B'jin was concerned, but he'd keep the sheet of parchment with him at any rate. It was reassuring, and particularly sweet of the boy. B'jin couldn't recall what it was he'd been thinking (or apparently not thinking) when he blurted out his allergy to the young man, but he was very pleased he had done so. The idea of having had numbweed slathered on his traumatised back was not appealing, and besides Talian, B'jin was almost positive the only person who knew of his condition was S'kef. Also not at all reassuring.
"Apparently," B'jin chirped, particularly happy about that. He was incredibly tired of being restricted in his bathing habits, all else aside and irrelevant in comparison. He'd never realised how much he took his baths for granted! Wriggling out of his shirt, B'jin folded it carefully and placed it on his lap. He raised his gaze to meet Talian's, voice dry when he spoke. "Bad flight," he repeated, to explain the dark fingerprint bruising amongst other trinkets he'd received. He didn't offer any further explanation for the young healer, fairly sure the kid didn't want to know. "Where do you want me?" B'jin asked placidly, figuring Talian probably didn't want him still seated in his chair.
[sup]PP away my dear. Move him, and play with his wounds. Balls in your court :}[/sup]
