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05.Mar.12, 03:01 AM
He had been taught all about the expectations should he Impress and despite his general appearance in classes, Valerian had been paying attention. It didn’t mean he fully believed he would have do half the things he was warned would become a part of his life nor was he entirely convinced he would be leaving the Sands after the Hatching with a dragonet beside him. He still wasn’t entirely sure why the dragon couldn’t just nibble on a beast they took down together while Valerian stayed off to the side away from the carnage given he really didn’t have the stomach for gore and wanted nothing to do with it.
Unfortunately it seemed B’jin wouldn’t listen to protests as he merrily went on with his lesson which Valerian did his best to learn from though it was hard. He battled to keep that little bit of a meal he had earlier down as the beast’s innards spilled out and didn’t seem to faze the greenrider in the least though Larrikith was thrilled by it. He turned away for a moment to collect himself with a few deep breaths and mental images of far more pleasant things. He looked back in time to see B’jin motioning him over and with one wobbly step after another, the young harper brought himself as close as he dared to go to the mess while Larrikith did her best to clean it up.
Valerian nodded at the demonstration and tried not to think about food conversation while staring at the task he had just been issued to complete. Numbweed picking was definitely sounding like the better way to spend an afternoon now. Telling himself what he was now staring at was raw meat that needed a little tending to, Valerian stepped up and grabbed the hide like he had seen B’jin do it but hesitated when Larrikith’s cryptic words entered his mind. He eyed her suspiciously, gaze dropping to her round belly where he smirked. “So being amazing has nothing to do with your chubby figure. You just eat everyone you dislike.” B’jin’s constant shock that came with pointing out his dragon liked the snarky brat left said brat feeling confident in his continuing efforts of teasing Larrikith, though he hoped she didn’t try to eat a limb as a lesson all the same.
He gave a valiant first swing, hitting where he had been shown to and while it seemed to have worked, Valerian wasn’t overly impressed with the process. He needed something to distract him from the sound and texture. Glancing over his shoulder where B’jin was working on his beast, he thought of the distraction in the form of a subject he had been saving since first meeting the crazy pair. “B’jin… tell me about Impressing Larrikith. I know you’re probably the one who wrote the actual record of it but what was it really like? How did you feel?”
Unfortunately it seemed B’jin wouldn’t listen to protests as he merrily went on with his lesson which Valerian did his best to learn from though it was hard. He battled to keep that little bit of a meal he had earlier down as the beast’s innards spilled out and didn’t seem to faze the greenrider in the least though Larrikith was thrilled by it. He turned away for a moment to collect himself with a few deep breaths and mental images of far more pleasant things. He looked back in time to see B’jin motioning him over and with one wobbly step after another, the young harper brought himself as close as he dared to go to the mess while Larrikith did her best to clean it up.
Valerian nodded at the demonstration and tried not to think about food conversation while staring at the task he had just been issued to complete. Numbweed picking was definitely sounding like the better way to spend an afternoon now. Telling himself what he was now staring at was raw meat that needed a little tending to, Valerian stepped up and grabbed the hide like he had seen B’jin do it but hesitated when Larrikith’s cryptic words entered his mind. He eyed her suspiciously, gaze dropping to her round belly where he smirked. “So being amazing has nothing to do with your chubby figure. You just eat everyone you dislike.” B’jin’s constant shock that came with pointing out his dragon liked the snarky brat left said brat feeling confident in his continuing efforts of teasing Larrikith, though he hoped she didn’t try to eat a limb as a lesson all the same.
He gave a valiant first swing, hitting where he had been shown to and while it seemed to have worked, Valerian wasn’t overly impressed with the process. He needed something to distract him from the sound and texture. Glancing over his shoulder where B’jin was working on his beast, he thought of the distraction in the form of a subject he had been saving since first meeting the crazy pair. “B’jin… tell me about Impressing Larrikith. I know you’re probably the one who wrote the actual record of it but what was it really like? How did you feel?”
