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21.Dec.12, 09:20 AM
B’jin looked up quietly, watching Talian speak without interrupting the young man. A slight frown pulled his eyebrows together as he considered Talian’s take on the state of the weyr’s state of mind following the attack on D’ren. “Not everyone,” B’jin murmured, his voice tinged with disgust and disapproval. He didn’t feel it was necessary to emphasise on who wasn’t in the zombified state. That much should be clear, even if Talian weren’t dragonlengths more intelligent than the majority of the Weyr. B’jin nodded slightly, “good.” It didn’t occur to him that the healers shouldn’t seek his help, though he scowled at the mention of Tsuen. No words were spoken, but his opinion was clear as day.
“They’ll run through the entire Weyr,” B’jin was sure of that. It was only a matter of time before connections were made (or made up) for each member of the weyr, and B’jin was pretty sure the path would cross between himself and all the other poor (innocent!) sods that lived within the Weyr. B’jin snarled to himself and glared past Talian at the roof. The treatment that some of the members of the Weyr were being put through was unneeded and unfair. As much as B’jin might be prone to mentally rant and rave to Larrikith, however, he wouldn’t actively voice his disagreement. Not only would that call attention to himself and those around him, but it would put them all directly into the line of fire. B’jin wanted to protect himself and his friends, not line them up for slaughter. Talian had already slipped out with minimal issues; he wouldn’t put the boy back on the rocks.
As the subject shifted, B’jin grimaced, but his gaze focused on Talian’s face as he took in the young man’s expression, considering him seriously for a few moments. “She will,” he murmured, brown eyes flickering to glance at Fellis when he called attention to himself, eyebrows twitching with distaste though B’jin made no other sign and certainly no comment about the creature. He had never been fond of firelizards, and had been reluctant to invest the time and effort in them before the Plague during his Journeying years. He was surprised his dislike of the creatures surprised as many people as it did; but then, very few people were aware of the rocky relationship he had with his own dragon and the circumstance in which he had Impressed her. B’jin had ever been a good actor – making things appear perfectly fine when in fact his entire world was crumbling around him. He disliked dragons as a whole, was it surprising he hated firelizards? Not in his opinion, but he didn’t point that out. That that knew would either take it or leave it, and the rest of them just decided he was being a protective grump. He was fine with that.
“I don’t think so,” B’jin said firmly. It was less because he actually truly believed that Talian was incapable of Impressing – Larrikith had never Searched a dud before – but more a reaction of B’jin’s stubborn obsession. Talian would not make a good dragonrider, and he was far more useful to the weyr and the population at large if he were in the healer hall where he belonged. Which was exactly where he’d be if S’kef hadn’t been so busy parading around like a proddy gold sizing up the competitors for her flight and banning people from the things they should be! B’jin’s scowl returned as he huffed irritably. “You don’t want one; they’ll avoid you on principle of that.”
Well, usually. B’jin pointedly ignored his own dragon and their Impression.
“They’ll run through the entire Weyr,” B’jin was sure of that. It was only a matter of time before connections were made (or made up) for each member of the weyr, and B’jin was pretty sure the path would cross between himself and all the other poor (innocent!) sods that lived within the Weyr. B’jin snarled to himself and glared past Talian at the roof. The treatment that some of the members of the Weyr were being put through was unneeded and unfair. As much as B’jin might be prone to mentally rant and rave to Larrikith, however, he wouldn’t actively voice his disagreement. Not only would that call attention to himself and those around him, but it would put them all directly into the line of fire. B’jin wanted to protect himself and his friends, not line them up for slaughter. Talian had already slipped out with minimal issues; he wouldn’t put the boy back on the rocks.
As the subject shifted, B’jin grimaced, but his gaze focused on Talian’s face as he took in the young man’s expression, considering him seriously for a few moments. “She will,” he murmured, brown eyes flickering to glance at Fellis when he called attention to himself, eyebrows twitching with distaste though B’jin made no other sign and certainly no comment about the creature. He had never been fond of firelizards, and had been reluctant to invest the time and effort in them before the Plague during his Journeying years. He was surprised his dislike of the creatures surprised as many people as it did; but then, very few people were aware of the rocky relationship he had with his own dragon and the circumstance in which he had Impressed her. B’jin had ever been a good actor – making things appear perfectly fine when in fact his entire world was crumbling around him. He disliked dragons as a whole, was it surprising he hated firelizards? Not in his opinion, but he didn’t point that out. That that knew would either take it or leave it, and the rest of them just decided he was being a protective grump. He was fine with that.
“I don’t think so,” B’jin said firmly. It was less because he actually truly believed that Talian was incapable of Impressing – Larrikith had never Searched a dud before – but more a reaction of B’jin’s stubborn obsession. Talian would not make a good dragonrider, and he was far more useful to the weyr and the population at large if he were in the healer hall where he belonged. Which was exactly where he’d be if S’kef hadn’t been so busy parading around like a proddy gold sizing up the competitors for her flight and banning people from the things they should be! B’jin’s scowl returned as he huffed irritably. “You don’t want one; they’ll avoid you on principle of that.”
Well, usually. B’jin pointedly ignored his own dragon and their Impression.
