28.Jan.12, 01:41 AM
B'jin watched the walls around the young man crumple. They didn't fall, and he wasn't expecting them to, but he felt a thrill as he watched the cracks appear in the mortar and offer ways for the greenrider to slowly get access to some of the deeper secrets that the healer held. B'jin smiled softly in amusement as Talian seemed taken aback by the greenriders - admittedly - random question. That, of course, was the entire point.
"Sweets are good," B'jin agreed, still slightly amused though he was doing his best to smother it. It wasn't what the Healer had said, but the manner in which he was saying it. As Talian continued, B'jin couldn't smother the rather large grin that spread across his lips. "I remember those days!" He grinned, giggling. The sound was unmistakably a laugh, and was low pitched enough that it might have been a chuckle.
"What about colour?" B'jin queried, before his mind could wander down the roads of turns without Klah and the withdrawal from the stimulant drug he hadn't known he was addicted to. He hadn't even been aware Klah was addictive, but then, he'd never heard of anyone being allergic to Numbweed, either. B'jin leaned forward, his grin childish in the naughty glint that entered his eye as he winked at Talian in a conspirational manner, and whispered dramatically; "mine is blue, but don't tell Larrikith!"
"Sweets are good," B'jin agreed, still slightly amused though he was doing his best to smother it. It wasn't what the Healer had said, but the manner in which he was saying it. As Talian continued, B'jin couldn't smother the rather large grin that spread across his lips. "I remember those days!" He grinned, giggling. The sound was unmistakably a laugh, and was low pitched enough that it might have been a chuckle.
"What about colour?" B'jin queried, before his mind could wander down the roads of turns without Klah and the withdrawal from the stimulant drug he hadn't known he was addicted to. He hadn't even been aware Klah was addictive, but then, he'd never heard of anyone being allergic to Numbweed, either. B'jin leaned forward, his grin childish in the naughty glint that entered his eye as he winked at Talian in a conspirational manner, and whispered dramatically; "mine is blue, but don't tell Larrikith!"