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27.Jan.12, 02:03 AM
"It doesn't," B'jin said lightly, smiling very slightly. He wasn't trying to impress the young man.... Well, that wasn't entirely true. He would love to see the youngster Impress a dragon, and he knew he'd do well on the sands. Probably not a bronze or brown, perhaps, but - a big green or blue, probably - Larrikith interrupted B'jin's thoughts without warning, and a sudden frown pulled his small smile upside down, though it was more a pout than anything else. Yes, Larrikith, he sighed, and blinked, refocusing on the conversation at hand. He could converse with Larrikith any time. Talian took a little more effort - mostly to find him!
"I know each of them personally," B'jin replied softly to his next question, meeting the healer's eyes without flinching. Brown eyes filled with a depth of emotion that wouldn't be easily discernible. He did what he loved - bring in candidates - but he did it how the Weyr required, even if he strongly disagreed with it. That alone was one reason he respected D'ren so much. If the Weyrleader were willing to admit it was wrong, but still required, than so could B'jin. It had just taken a few Turns longer than most to get him to follow through.
B'jin leaned backwards in surprise as Talian withdrew into himself, and the searchrider's eyes widened dramatically as he stared at Talian in shock. B'jin had never hit anyone in his life, at least not that he could recall. He was an emotional drunk, but usually in a happy-party mode, until he fell dramatically into depression and broke down. But he'd never hit someone, even when deeply intoxicated. Larrikith snorted indignantly, and B'jin hushed her before she could start abusing Talian for thinking so ill of her rider. B'jin! Hit someone! It was almost enough to make Larrikith laugh, though she would rather scare the shit out of the stupid child for the thought alone. That won't help, love.
He was too startled to say anything at all, but that was okay, because Talian spoke first and B'jin relaxed slightly, though his expression was confused. "So... you think I don't feel guilty?" He asked, taking the young man's turn of phrasing very seriously. After all, the boy was a master, whatever if's or but's he attached to the ranking. That meant he was smart, and B'jin, while intelligent, focused most of aforementioned intelligence on his craft, and associated dragonrider rank.
"I do not support our way of doing things," B'jin said slowly, making sure Talian was listening to him and frowning at him, eyes solid and steady as he spoke. His voice was pitched low, just for them, but it wasn't really an unknown fact. B'jin wasn't the only rider who disapproved of their way of life, but they all knew better than to attempt betraying their Queen or leaders. "I do what I am required by my superiors, just as I am sure you did growing up." B'jin paused, and sat back, still frowning. "Just because I do as I am told, does not mean I always enjoy the tasks." I do! Liar, B'jin returned, amused, though it died quickly as he watched Talian.
B'jin's lips pursed unhappily as he realised Talian was on the verge of bursting into tears. Not at the young man, but at himself, and he did his best to seem as non-threatening as possible. He took a sip of his slowly cooling drink, and listened as Talian slumped out his reply. B'jin's expression lighted somewhat. "There must be more to you than that," B'jin offered, leaning his elbows on his knees, and gazed at Talian thoughtfully. "What's your favourite food?"
"I know each of them personally," B'jin replied softly to his next question, meeting the healer's eyes without flinching. Brown eyes filled with a depth of emotion that wouldn't be easily discernible. He did what he loved - bring in candidates - but he did it how the Weyr required, even if he strongly disagreed with it. That alone was one reason he respected D'ren so much. If the Weyrleader were willing to admit it was wrong, but still required, than so could B'jin. It had just taken a few Turns longer than most to get him to follow through.
B'jin leaned backwards in surprise as Talian withdrew into himself, and the searchrider's eyes widened dramatically as he stared at Talian in shock. B'jin had never hit anyone in his life, at least not that he could recall. He was an emotional drunk, but usually in a happy-party mode, until he fell dramatically into depression and broke down. But he'd never hit someone, even when deeply intoxicated. Larrikith snorted indignantly, and B'jin hushed her before she could start abusing Talian for thinking so ill of her rider. B'jin! Hit someone! It was almost enough to make Larrikith laugh, though she would rather scare the shit out of the stupid child for the thought alone. That won't help, love.
He was too startled to say anything at all, but that was okay, because Talian spoke first and B'jin relaxed slightly, though his expression was confused. "So... you think I don't feel guilty?" He asked, taking the young man's turn of phrasing very seriously. After all, the boy was a master, whatever if's or but's he attached to the ranking. That meant he was smart, and B'jin, while intelligent, focused most of aforementioned intelligence on his craft, and associated dragonrider rank.
"I do not support our way of doing things," B'jin said slowly, making sure Talian was listening to him and frowning at him, eyes solid and steady as he spoke. His voice was pitched low, just for them, but it wasn't really an unknown fact. B'jin wasn't the only rider who disapproved of their way of life, but they all knew better than to attempt betraying their Queen or leaders. "I do what I am required by my superiors, just as I am sure you did growing up." B'jin paused, and sat back, still frowning. "Just because I do as I am told, does not mean I always enjoy the tasks." I do! Liar, B'jin returned, amused, though it died quickly as he watched Talian.
B'jin's lips pursed unhappily as he realised Talian was on the verge of bursting into tears. Not at the young man, but at himself, and he did his best to seem as non-threatening as possible. He took a sip of his slowly cooling drink, and listened as Talian slumped out his reply. B'jin's expression lighted somewhat. "There must be more to you than that," B'jin offered, leaning his elbows on his knees, and gazed at Talian thoughtfully. "What's your favourite food?"
