06.Jul.12, 09:46 AM
Classes for the day had finally ended and Valerian decided instead of using the free time to rest like many of his classmates voiced their intent on doing, he’d grab his guitar and something light to snack on and go sit under his tree he shared with Erisi for a while. Veeth liked when breaks were used for music and poems and today seemed like the perfect day to give in to his passion. The plan was to forego any actual writing that day and instead just idly pluck at the strings to give his hands something to do while keeping them in practice and sing for his little blue’s enjoyment. Veeth had been well behaved in recent days and not getting into a huff over Charath or Hoth so he deserved the treat.
First he had to get the food so the trek from barracks to dining hall was made in the hopes of procuring some fruits and possibly meat rolls as well. On the way over the bluepair chatted about mundane things and how Veeth hoped to see Larrikith again soon. That was reason enough for Valerian to frown and he wondered if he’d be able to convince the green temptress of misbehaviour or her rider of leaving his dragonet alone for a while longer; at least until Veeth was old enough to have good morals instilled and wasn’t so easily led astray. He adored Larrikith but he wasn’t sure he wanted his own version of her attached to his mind forever.
As they reached the hall, Valerian watched Par’a remove Grith from the door, a scene that wasn’t as out of the ordinary as it once was. Memories of the first time he had seen that happen played in his mind as Valerian led Veeth inside once the greenpair had moved on. While he typically didn’t care who else was around, especially since he wasn’t staying, green eyes still glanced over the fairly empty room and stilled on a familiar figure. Why wasn’t he surprised to see B’jin there? Valerian explained the shift in plans, albeit only a brief one, and headed for where the greenrider sat on the table fiddling with something that looked rather boring.
“You have quite the affect on Grith it seems. She’s always running into doorways when you’re around. Gotta say, I’m glad you aren’t proddy this time, though; as amusing as it was until your admirers appeared.” Valerian shifted his guitar that he had slung over a shoulder and found himself pausing at his own words. “You aren’t proddy, are you?” B’jin seemed too calm and focused on his playing with leather to be in such a mood but Valerian wasn’t taking any chances and glanced down at Veeth. He was glad the blue was still so young.
First he had to get the food so the trek from barracks to dining hall was made in the hopes of procuring some fruits and possibly meat rolls as well. On the way over the bluepair chatted about mundane things and how Veeth hoped to see Larrikith again soon. That was reason enough for Valerian to frown and he wondered if he’d be able to convince the green temptress of misbehaviour or her rider of leaving his dragonet alone for a while longer; at least until Veeth was old enough to have good morals instilled and wasn’t so easily led astray. He adored Larrikith but he wasn’t sure he wanted his own version of her attached to his mind forever.
As they reached the hall, Valerian watched Par’a remove Grith from the door, a scene that wasn’t as out of the ordinary as it once was. Memories of the first time he had seen that happen played in his mind as Valerian led Veeth inside once the greenpair had moved on. While he typically didn’t care who else was around, especially since he wasn’t staying, green eyes still glanced over the fairly empty room and stilled on a familiar figure. Why wasn’t he surprised to see B’jin there? Valerian explained the shift in plans, albeit only a brief one, and headed for where the greenrider sat on the table fiddling with something that looked rather boring.
“You have quite the affect on Grith it seems. She’s always running into doorways when you’re around. Gotta say, I’m glad you aren’t proddy this time, though; as amusing as it was until your admirers appeared.” Valerian shifted his guitar that he had slung over a shoulder and found himself pausing at his own words. “You aren’t proddy, are you?” B’jin seemed too calm and focused on his playing with leather to be in such a mood but Valerian wasn’t taking any chances and glanced down at Veeth. He was glad the blue was still so young.