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26.Mar.12, 02:10 PM
Valerian was highly amused at the pair’s constant bickering and jibes at each other and found Larrikith’s statement about there being more of her to adore to be rather accurate. He did adore the plump green dragon, unless, he quickly amended his thoughts, she was trying to either make him sick or kill him by dropping him while doing her crazy aerial displays. That was another thing; all the talk about puking really wasn’t helping the young Harper keep his composure while working on the carcass, and he sent a small scowl to both of his companions just as a momentary reprieve from staring at the mess he had to work with.
Unfortunately, that seemed to be the end of free questioning time, for now only Valerian hoped though he wasn’t sure given B’jin’s tone. It was only because he respected the older man as a fellow Harper and was accepting him as a decent friend that Valerian didn’t push for more facts about the pair and didn’t even tease B’jin for being so old. But the question that was sent back at him earned a bit of a startled expression in green eyes. Of course the dragonriders would be curious about how the Touching went. Superstition or not, they would be interested in knowing if a connection was felt or what type of little dragonet was hiding in each egg. Still, that was a weird topic for Valerian to even think on for himself.
He moved to run his hand through his hair, a habit that gave away much about him as it was done when frustrated, flustered, or simply assessing a situation, but stopped just in time when he remembered what his hands had just been doing. This most certainly was not shaping up to be an aspect of this new life he would enjoy. “The Touching… was more than I expected.” He wanted to leave off with that, saying no more than he needed but Valerian wasn’t foolish enough to think B’jin would let it drop and Larrikith would naturally find her own way to get the information. That didn’t mean, however, that he had to answer right away, and focused on his task he was nearly done with.
After a few more swings, Valerian was rolling up the hide like he had seen B’jin doing and flopped down on the ground a few feet away from the pile. He absently rubbed his hands on the greenery within reach and finally spoke up again about the Touching. “I’ve read records on Hatchings and the tradition of Touching the eggs but I still wasn’t expecting what happened. I only Touched two but that was more than enough at that time. The first egg…” He wasn’t one to talk about himself over the simplest of things and certainly avoided sharing his feelings so how could he talk about what he felt with that little dragonet? Valerian suddenly felt extremely exposed and shifted slightly as his gaze fell onto the greenrider. It was true B’jin had been labelled a cheerful and annoying man that loved a good joke but he was a dragonrider, he would understand the connection and feelings despite never having experienced the Touching ritual himself.
Before realizing how much he trusted the older man and changed his mind, Valerian continued on, “I felt like I was undergoing a test from the inhabitant. I passed it and then he… she… trusted me. I didn’t want to leave its side and leave the little dragon alone again.” He was never one to care what others thought about him but suddenly that feeling of being exposed hit stronger and Valerian looked away from his friends, trying to compose himself once more before it was far too obvious how much that experience had affected him and how much it meant to earn such loyalty.
“The other egg,” he began again seconds later in an attempt to further distract from what he had shared, “was the exact opposite. No reaction at all.”
Unfortunately, that seemed to be the end of free questioning time, for now only Valerian hoped though he wasn’t sure given B’jin’s tone. It was only because he respected the older man as a fellow Harper and was accepting him as a decent friend that Valerian didn’t push for more facts about the pair and didn’t even tease B’jin for being so old. But the question that was sent back at him earned a bit of a startled expression in green eyes. Of course the dragonriders would be curious about how the Touching went. Superstition or not, they would be interested in knowing if a connection was felt or what type of little dragonet was hiding in each egg. Still, that was a weird topic for Valerian to even think on for himself.
He moved to run his hand through his hair, a habit that gave away much about him as it was done when frustrated, flustered, or simply assessing a situation, but stopped just in time when he remembered what his hands had just been doing. This most certainly was not shaping up to be an aspect of this new life he would enjoy. “The Touching… was more than I expected.” He wanted to leave off with that, saying no more than he needed but Valerian wasn’t foolish enough to think B’jin would let it drop and Larrikith would naturally find her own way to get the information. That didn’t mean, however, that he had to answer right away, and focused on his task he was nearly done with.
After a few more swings, Valerian was rolling up the hide like he had seen B’jin doing and flopped down on the ground a few feet away from the pile. He absently rubbed his hands on the greenery within reach and finally spoke up again about the Touching. “I’ve read records on Hatchings and the tradition of Touching the eggs but I still wasn’t expecting what happened. I only Touched two but that was more than enough at that time. The first egg…” He wasn’t one to talk about himself over the simplest of things and certainly avoided sharing his feelings so how could he talk about what he felt with that little dragonet? Valerian suddenly felt extremely exposed and shifted slightly as his gaze fell onto the greenrider. It was true B’jin had been labelled a cheerful and annoying man that loved a good joke but he was a dragonrider, he would understand the connection and feelings despite never having experienced the Touching ritual himself.
Before realizing how much he trusted the older man and changed his mind, Valerian continued on, “I felt like I was undergoing a test from the inhabitant. I passed it and then he… she… trusted me. I didn’t want to leave its side and leave the little dragon alone again.” He was never one to care what others thought about him but suddenly that feeling of being exposed hit stronger and Valerian looked away from his friends, trying to compose himself once more before it was far too obvious how much that experience had affected him and how much it meant to earn such loyalty.
“The other egg,” he began again seconds later in an attempt to further distract from what he had shared, “was the exact opposite. No reaction at all.”
