17.Aug.12, 10:50 AM
B'jin was crunching on his apple angrily, obviously still quite upset about the slur laid against his children, when Valerian finally found his voice to speak once more. B'jin's gaze flickered over to the young bluerider, studying him for a moment with a slightly vague expression, as if he wasn't quite sure the purpose behind the request.
"There should be some art in there!" B'jin's voice, contrary to his previous statement, was low and sulking while his expression warred between hurt and pouting. "I gave Talian some a few months back..." Of course, some of those were of his friends and their dragons so maybe Talian had opted to keep them in his room or under his bed or... something? B'jin was visibly sulking, but the small smile he offered Valerian was genuine and he nodded slightly, "Of course."
B'jin was generally a patient teacher, relaxed and difficult to rile up; it was why he so often taught the younger children or those that were known to be struggling with one thing or another their letters and other basic skills with the sticks of charcoal. Drawing was his favourite, and while it wasn't technically his field of experience, B'jin was more than confident in his skills and abilities. His work was good and the only reason he hadn't specialised in drawing was because his masters had deemed his voice as better.
Larrikith laughed gently, amused but not mean as she tilted her head to eye Veeth in a teasing manner. Why would I say it, if I didn't believe it? She figured the youngester's question had bene rhetorical, but she felt no reason not to answer it all the same. What other blue could he possibly ever have? Larrikith blinked in surprise, tilting her head. If Veeth had chosen him, than obviously Veeth was the best one for him. Hatchlings! They had the strangest concepts.
Speaking of... Really? How so? Larrikith wasn't going to jump to conclusions until she had something fundamental under her. Her gaze was spiked with curious colours as she watched Veeth with interest.
"There should be some art in there!" B'jin's voice, contrary to his previous statement, was low and sulking while his expression warred between hurt and pouting. "I gave Talian some a few months back..." Of course, some of those were of his friends and their dragons so maybe Talian had opted to keep them in his room or under his bed or... something? B'jin was visibly sulking, but the small smile he offered Valerian was genuine and he nodded slightly, "Of course."
B'jin was generally a patient teacher, relaxed and difficult to rile up; it was why he so often taught the younger children or those that were known to be struggling with one thing or another their letters and other basic skills with the sticks of charcoal. Drawing was his favourite, and while it wasn't technically his field of experience, B'jin was more than confident in his skills and abilities. His work was good and the only reason he hadn't specialised in drawing was because his masters had deemed his voice as better.
Larrikith laughed gently, amused but not mean as she tilted her head to eye Veeth in a teasing manner. Why would I say it, if I didn't believe it? She figured the youngester's question had bene rhetorical, but she felt no reason not to answer it all the same. What other blue could he possibly ever have? Larrikith blinked in surprise, tilting her head. If Veeth had chosen him, than obviously Veeth was the best one for him. Hatchlings! They had the strangest concepts.
Speaking of... Really? How so? Larrikith wasn't going to jump to conclusions until she had something fundamental under her. Her gaze was spiked with curious colours as she watched Veeth with interest.