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25.Jan.12, 06:42 AM
B'jin withdrew his hand quickly, looking startled when the boy flinched. Unsure how to handle such a reaction, B'jin shoved his hands into his pockets where they were out of sight, and out of mind. It wasn't a comfortable or common stance for him, but it did add to his upset and slightly bewildered expression as eh met Talian's eyes and tilted his head in question. Talian was an unusual case, and B'jin wasn't used to such a shrinking violet. Harper Hall had been full of outgoing and outrageous people - as was natural to a craft that required one to be comfortable with being in the spotlight. Further accompanied by Impressing a dragon and moving to the Weyr, B'jin had been surrounded by yet more people that were outgoing and easy to talk to. Talian was everything those people were not, and B'jin, well traveled though he was, wasn't used to being specifically required to interact with such people. It didn't help, he supposed, that Talian viewed him as a personal villain.
"No one," B'jin replied honestly, pulling his hands out of his pockets and letting them fall to his sides. It was a much more comfortable and relaxed stance than the way his elbows were required to bend in order to remain in his pockets. He was wearing riding pants, the leather thick and hardy for travel between. It was obvious he wasn't going anywhere, however, by the fact that he was simply dressed in a loose undershirt that had the chest-laces untied and open and his feet were bare. He'd been up north, buying construction tools for the better part of the Northern day. The difference in times was a little disconcerting, but not nearly as much as the temperature.
Now, that was the real question, B'jin decided, as he straightened up and looked thoughtfully at Talian. Answering it the right way would be very important. Weyrs were a haven for gossip that the Harper Hall could only dream of obtaining, and Katila was no different. B'jin pursed his lips for a moment, before visibly settling on a course of action. When faced with circumstances such as the one he was currently in, there was only one response: honesty.
"Two reasons." B'jin began, speaking lowly enough to not be overheard by anyone with flapping ears. "The founding reason? I was ordered to." He paused, making sure he captured the young man's eyes with his won, and that hte seriousness of what he was saying was understood. He adjusted his stance slightly, ready to grab Talian by the shoulder if he needed to in order to be allowed to finish what he was saying. "The other? Because I want to."
B'jin paused, waiting to see how that would be taken. He wasn't sure how to convince the kid of his sincerity. B'jin really did want to help the boy, and not just because D'ren had forced his hand. The kid needed someone, and while B'jin was aware that he probably wasn't at the top of the Healer's list of ears to listen, he was also aware that Talian would be highly unlikely to make any progress without someone with no apparent respect for boundaries just shoving him along. B'jin was just the guy for that.
"No one," B'jin replied honestly, pulling his hands out of his pockets and letting them fall to his sides. It was a much more comfortable and relaxed stance than the way his elbows were required to bend in order to remain in his pockets. He was wearing riding pants, the leather thick and hardy for travel between. It was obvious he wasn't going anywhere, however, by the fact that he was simply dressed in a loose undershirt that had the chest-laces untied and open and his feet were bare. He'd been up north, buying construction tools for the better part of the Northern day. The difference in times was a little disconcerting, but not nearly as much as the temperature.
Now, that was the real question, B'jin decided, as he straightened up and looked thoughtfully at Talian. Answering it the right way would be very important. Weyrs were a haven for gossip that the Harper Hall could only dream of obtaining, and Katila was no different. B'jin pursed his lips for a moment, before visibly settling on a course of action. When faced with circumstances such as the one he was currently in, there was only one response: honesty.
"Two reasons." B'jin began, speaking lowly enough to not be overheard by anyone with flapping ears. "The founding reason? I was ordered to." He paused, making sure he captured the young man's eyes with his won, and that hte seriousness of what he was saying was understood. He adjusted his stance slightly, ready to grab Talian by the shoulder if he needed to in order to be allowed to finish what he was saying. "The other? Because I want to."
B'jin paused, waiting to see how that would be taken. He wasn't sure how to convince the kid of his sincerity. B'jin really did want to help the boy, and not just because D'ren had forced his hand. The kid needed someone, and while B'jin was aware that he probably wasn't at the top of the Healer's list of ears to listen, he was also aware that Talian would be highly unlikely to make any progress without someone with no apparent respect for boundaries just shoving him along. B'jin was just the guy for that.
