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05.Mar.12, 05:09 PM
“I prefer to ignore the lesser beings as well. Why waste time on them?” Valerian normally wouldn’t censor himself but given B’jin’s eternally positive attitude and the torture the rider had already inflicted on him, it seemed wiser this one time to mutter the words so only his sassy dragon assistant caught what was said. Larrikith was the one he was agreeing with anyway and even with her attitude Valerian was currently far fonder of her than B’jin since she wasn’t the one asking him to skin beasts for riding leathers. The things he could be coerced into!
At least B’jin seemed to enjoy hearing himself talk and told stories well so he didn’t mind the question linked to happier times riders didn’t always seem to want to talk about. While dragon and rider took turns regaling him with their versions of the event, Valerian eagerly listened and continued with his task both so Larrikith wouldn’t lose interest and abandon him before it was over but also so it would be over. This was not something he was having fun with and his arms were already getting sore and he was only approaching about halfway done! “Leave it to you guys to start things off with such dramatic flair.”
He fell silent, thinking on what he had been told and what he hadn’t. Was it worth it? Despite his profession and the pretty words he could string together, Valerian didn’t fancy himself a romantic soul save for when it came to dragons. He had always been interested in them and refused to believe the plague had wiped them all out. But the more he learned in classes and from his talks with B’jin and Larrikith, dragonriding wasn’t as glamorous a life as he believed. Freedom, if he ever truly had it at any point in his life, would most certainly be a thing of the past once bonded to a dragon as he or she would become the prime focus of his life while he gave himself over to the whims of the weyrleader and weyrwoman. The joy he had seen on most dragonriders’ faces when they spoke with or about their dragons, however, made it seem like it was worth it. He wanted to ask if it actually was but Valerian opted to forego that question since he already more or less had an answer and it seemed to be a case by case situation. So he went with another one that boggled him.
“What’s it like to be bonded?” Valerian gave another swing and grimace, still not enjoying the chore he was thrown into but he suspected he would sleep well that night from the exhaustion the day would bring about. “To have Larrikith in your head at all times and being so connected you feel each other’s pain must be a bit surreal.”
At least B’jin seemed to enjoy hearing himself talk and told stories well so he didn’t mind the question linked to happier times riders didn’t always seem to want to talk about. While dragon and rider took turns regaling him with their versions of the event, Valerian eagerly listened and continued with his task both so Larrikith wouldn’t lose interest and abandon him before it was over but also so it would be over. This was not something he was having fun with and his arms were already getting sore and he was only approaching about halfway done! “Leave it to you guys to start things off with such dramatic flair.”
He fell silent, thinking on what he had been told and what he hadn’t. Was it worth it? Despite his profession and the pretty words he could string together, Valerian didn’t fancy himself a romantic soul save for when it came to dragons. He had always been interested in them and refused to believe the plague had wiped them all out. But the more he learned in classes and from his talks with B’jin and Larrikith, dragonriding wasn’t as glamorous a life as he believed. Freedom, if he ever truly had it at any point in his life, would most certainly be a thing of the past once bonded to a dragon as he or she would become the prime focus of his life while he gave himself over to the whims of the weyrleader and weyrwoman. The joy he had seen on most dragonriders’ faces when they spoke with or about their dragons, however, made it seem like it was worth it. He wanted to ask if it actually was but Valerian opted to forego that question since he already more or less had an answer and it seemed to be a case by case situation. So he went with another one that boggled him.
“What’s it like to be bonded?” Valerian gave another swing and grimace, still not enjoying the chore he was thrown into but he suspected he would sleep well that night from the exhaustion the day would bring about. “To have Larrikith in your head at all times and being so connected you feel each other’s pain must be a bit surreal.”
