23.Mar.12, 09:14 PM
“The tour’s fine. I can grab things as we go since I might find more things I want than previously thought,” he had told the rider that retrieved him that he was okay with being kidnapped and made to start a new life, and for the most part he was. That didn’t mean, however, that he wasn’t going to take advantage of opportunities presented to him. If they were foolish enough to let a Harper that enjoyed writing near unguarded parchment and ink, then that was their fault. He was very tempted to grab as much as he could comfortably carry to start documenting his new life and the hidden weyr from his point of view. Of course there would be turns unaccounted for from before he arrived and Valerian was itching to get his hands on those records as well to learn the truth of what happened to the dragons during the plague that was said to have wiped them out.
The woman’s playful tone as she continued with courtesies caught Valerian’s attention once more and he left off from thinking about the dragon mystery. It is a pleasure to see you again, Valerian. That wasn’t adding up. That one little sentence implied so much and green eyes narrowed as he studied the, assumed, female Harper. There were a lot of people coming and going through Harper Hall and he most certainly took no effort to recall every last name and face. His goal at that time was to learn everything he could about the craft and while making friends wasn’t a priority, a few people did earn the honour of receiving more than a passing interest. This girl likely wasn’t one of those people. There was really only one boy that stood out in his mind and the boy’s mother had also been one of his favourite people while growing up. So he was left baffled, at least until his tour guide returned and he suddenly had a hand reaching for his face and fingers going in for a light pinch.
“Hey!” Valerian normally wasn’t one to raise his voice but suddenly having a girl pinching his cheek was a bit startling. People normally didn’t invade his space since he didn’t come off as overly warm and inviting but here he was with a girl acting so familiar with him. That’s when it hit him. The girl was familiar! The amber eyes and the pinching finally connected a few missing dots. He knew her, but only barely since it was her mother and brother he had spent time with. “Litir’s bratty little sister!” Green eyes were wide with the startling truth as he recognized her but that wouldn’t be enough for -- what was her name again? -- the girl to give up in victory. So he reached out and tugged at a piece of her hair she had foolishly worn down that day to encourage the release. Once she let go, he would as well.
The woman’s playful tone as she continued with courtesies caught Valerian’s attention once more and he left off from thinking about the dragon mystery. It is a pleasure to see you again, Valerian. That wasn’t adding up. That one little sentence implied so much and green eyes narrowed as he studied the, assumed, female Harper. There were a lot of people coming and going through Harper Hall and he most certainly took no effort to recall every last name and face. His goal at that time was to learn everything he could about the craft and while making friends wasn’t a priority, a few people did earn the honour of receiving more than a passing interest. This girl likely wasn’t one of those people. There was really only one boy that stood out in his mind and the boy’s mother had also been one of his favourite people while growing up. So he was left baffled, at least until his tour guide returned and he suddenly had a hand reaching for his face and fingers going in for a light pinch.
“Hey!” Valerian normally wasn’t one to raise his voice but suddenly having a girl pinching his cheek was a bit startling. People normally didn’t invade his space since he didn’t come off as overly warm and inviting but here he was with a girl acting so familiar with him. That’s when it hit him. The girl was familiar! The amber eyes and the pinching finally connected a few missing dots. He knew her, but only barely since it was her mother and brother he had spent time with. “Litir’s bratty little sister!” Green eyes were wide with the startling truth as he recognized her but that wouldn’t be enough for -- what was her name again? -- the girl to give up in victory. So he reached out and tugged at a piece of her hair she had foolishly worn down that day to encourage the release. Once she let go, he would as well.