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17.Jun.12, 11:44 PM
Valerian stood outside the kitchen, staring blandly at the entrance to where his new torture waited. He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or not to be rotated back into the chore schedule since it had been nice not to do such menial tasks but it also showed Veeth was maturing, though he was taking his time on growing when compared to his clutchmates, and he was closer to becoming a full-fledged dragonrider. Even with that thought cheering him on, Valerian had to wonder who in their right mind decided he would make for a good assistant for anything involving food. The same fool that thought he’d make for a good hunter, obviously. Maybe those in charge were in need of a vacation if they kept making such odd decisions.
Turning to Veeth, Valerian still felt odd not having to kneel down to lay a hand on the head of the pretty blue though it wasn’t like the growth spurt happened over night. “Sorry, fella, you’re a bit too big to be following me inside now.” Not for the first time, Valerian wondered which of them hated being apart more. It wasn’t like either of them panicked when there was a wall between them but Veeth was just such a steady constant since Impression that it was odd not to have the dragon at his side despite him always being present in his mind. “If I have my way, I won’t be in there long.” He really didn’t want to spend the day slaving over a fire or whatever other torture they could think up. Besides, Veeth still had some training to do today and that had to be a good excuse for leaving early.
With Veeth trotting over to lie down out of the way, Valerian wandered into the kitchen, only to be greeted by some crazy woman who didn’t know any better, giving him a basket of vegetables to peel. Green eyes were wide in bewilderment, wondering why he hadn’t even been properly greeted or asked what he could do. Of course the end result would have been the same, though he questioned his ability to peel anything, so they either knew a Harper and weyrling was useless or they didn’t trust Northerners, or anyone, with their sacred art form. Not in the mood to argue since that would likely only serve to add to his work, Valerian headed for a table where someone already sat. A familiar someone for that matter. “I forgot you were assigned here as well.” Valerian greeted B’jin in his usual blunt manner, unconcerned with niceties when it came to the greenrider. Sharp green eyes took in B’jin’s lazy posture and the food surrounding him and Valerian arched a brow as he plopped the basket of veggies on the table. “Official food-taster, I take it?” That wasn’t fair! He could excel at that part of kitchen work, but no, he had peeling to do instead.
Valerian flopped down across from B’jin and stared bleakly at the vegetables and peeler.
Turning to Veeth, Valerian still felt odd not having to kneel down to lay a hand on the head of the pretty blue though it wasn’t like the growth spurt happened over night. “Sorry, fella, you’re a bit too big to be following me inside now.” Not for the first time, Valerian wondered which of them hated being apart more. It wasn’t like either of them panicked when there was a wall between them but Veeth was just such a steady constant since Impression that it was odd not to have the dragon at his side despite him always being present in his mind. “If I have my way, I won’t be in there long.” He really didn’t want to spend the day slaving over a fire or whatever other torture they could think up. Besides, Veeth still had some training to do today and that had to be a good excuse for leaving early.
With Veeth trotting over to lie down out of the way, Valerian wandered into the kitchen, only to be greeted by some crazy woman who didn’t know any better, giving him a basket of vegetables to peel. Green eyes were wide in bewilderment, wondering why he hadn’t even been properly greeted or asked what he could do. Of course the end result would have been the same, though he questioned his ability to peel anything, so they either knew a Harper and weyrling was useless or they didn’t trust Northerners, or anyone, with their sacred art form. Not in the mood to argue since that would likely only serve to add to his work, Valerian headed for a table where someone already sat. A familiar someone for that matter. “I forgot you were assigned here as well.” Valerian greeted B’jin in his usual blunt manner, unconcerned with niceties when it came to the greenrider. Sharp green eyes took in B’jin’s lazy posture and the food surrounding him and Valerian arched a brow as he plopped the basket of veggies on the table. “Official food-taster, I take it?” That wasn’t fair! He could excel at that part of kitchen work, but no, he had peeling to do instead.
Valerian flopped down across from B’jin and stared bleakly at the vegetables and peeler.
