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15.Apr.13, 02:19 AM
B'jin's response, brief and curt through it was, satisfied T'lian for the time being. He exhaled slowly, relaxing as B'jin looked over his straps and made his soft comment about Khaduceth's size. It seemed like Tal was constantly making new straps. "Maybe one day he'll stop growing," T'lian murmured, watching as B'jin gave the dragon a pat and then recoiled just as fast.
T'lian narrowed his eyes a bit, perplexed by what he'd just seen. He wasn't oblivious to the way B'jin and Khaduceth mutually ignored each other, but a younger and less mature Tal might have taken offense to such outright disdain. He knew B'jin well enough to know that the man didn't realize the signals he was giving off most of the time. B'jin wasn't passive aggressive enough to do something like that just to prove a point, too. What could it be?
Did you do something to him?
Why would I? The dragon sounded so remarkably bored that T'lian almost snorted out loud. That answered that question. Before he could say anything, though, Khaduceth chimed in lowly. I did nothing to merit his hatred, Talian. It simply is he said, straightforward and unimpressed.
T'lian froze thoughtfully, then nodded. "I see," he replied out loud. He knelt to give Andi a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before wordlessly turning and mounting his dragon.
It had taken him an awful long time to get comfortable even sitting on the beast's back. It was frustrating to be so bad at something. T'lian had been the first among his peers at almost everything he'd ever participated in, and while he didn't want to be a dragonrider, he certainly was one. Being bad at it had never occurred to him until it became a reality, and it became painfully obvious as lessons wore on and thing like riding and flying came along. Tal had even resorted to long after-hours sessions with Khaduceth, stubbornly trying to become less of a failure and stubbornly refusing to ask B'jin for help.
It had paid off, somewhat. He was no longer the worst in his class, but he didn't think he'd get much better.
With that in mind, he wasn't sure why he was so calm going into this new challenge. Maybe it was because Fellis (and B'jin) needed him to stay calm. Khaduceth was a great help as well. He was sound and confident in his own ability to make the jump, seeing no reason whatsoever to be concerned.
Khaduceth took off, his gentle presence pressing against T'lian's curious and distantly apprehensive mind.I will not let anything happen to you the dragon whispered. He knew well that he didn't have to prove that to T'lian. They both knew it to be true already, but as always, Khaduceth knew that sometimes, words counted for an awful lot. T'lian smiled and closed his eyes, shutting himself away from Khaduceth and doing his best to ignore the biting cold.
It was strange. T'lian had experienced some unpleasant dreams about his first trip between, and he often imagined that he would lose his compose and wind up begging B'jin not to make him go. Now that it had happened, it hardly seemed like a big deal at all. Within moments they were safe on the ground, Fellis crooning sweetly and thankfully and Khaduceth silently congratulating himself on a job well done. T'lian smiled and gave him a gentle pat on the neck. "I love you." You're so god for me.
T'lian narrowed his eyes a bit, perplexed by what he'd just seen. He wasn't oblivious to the way B'jin and Khaduceth mutually ignored each other, but a younger and less mature Tal might have taken offense to such outright disdain. He knew B'jin well enough to know that the man didn't realize the signals he was giving off most of the time. B'jin wasn't passive aggressive enough to do something like that just to prove a point, too. What could it be?
Did you do something to him?
T'lian froze thoughtfully, then nodded. "I see," he replied out loud. He knelt to give Andi a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before wordlessly turning and mounting his dragon.
It had taken him an awful long time to get comfortable even sitting on the beast's back. It was frustrating to be so bad at something. T'lian had been the first among his peers at almost everything he'd ever participated in, and while he didn't want to be a dragonrider, he certainly was one. Being bad at it had never occurred to him until it became a reality, and it became painfully obvious as lessons wore on and thing like riding and flying came along. Tal had even resorted to long after-hours sessions with Khaduceth, stubbornly trying to become less of a failure and stubbornly refusing to ask B'jin for help.
It had paid off, somewhat. He was no longer the worst in his class, but he didn't think he'd get much better.
With that in mind, he wasn't sure why he was so calm going into this new challenge. Maybe it was because Fellis (and B'jin) needed him to stay calm. Khaduceth was a great help as well. He was sound and confident in his own ability to make the jump, seeing no reason whatsoever to be concerned.
Khaduceth took off, his gentle presence pressing against T'lian's curious and distantly apprehensive mind.
It was strange. T'lian had experienced some unpleasant dreams about his first trip between, and he often imagined that he would lose his compose and wind up begging B'jin not to make him go. Now that it had happened, it hardly seemed like a big deal at all. Within moments they were safe on the ground, Fellis crooning sweetly and thankfully and Khaduceth silently congratulating himself on a job well done. T'lian smiled and gave him a gentle pat on the neck. "I love you." You're so god for me.
