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31.Jan.12, 06:03 AM
B'jin was in trouble. He knew that as surely as he knew his life was spun out of control the moment he'd Impressed all those turns ago, to a little green dragonet who should have had more sense and chosen someone on the Sands, not hte young man sitting up in the Stands, no where near the ledge, excitedly documenting every crack of shell, every squeal of dragon, every hum, every ooh and every name that was shouted from bewildered lips. B'jin hadn't wanted to be a dragonrider - he had honestly never had any desire to get any closer than what was required for transport - he'd never even dreamed of being Searched, an uncommon trait in boys of his time. He hadn't wanted a dragon, green or blur or brown or bronze. They were a hastle, they were work, and they were idiodically dependant upon the human they bonded to within moments of realising HEY! there's a bigger world out there! - and people gave youngsters crap for falling in love!
All of that, however, didn't stop B'jin from loving Larrikith. He adored the green dragon that had almost broken her wing in order to clamber up to him when her loud and obnoxious demands hadn't been met nearly fast enough. What it meant, was that he didn't have the will power that went behind a lot of other riders with their bonded. B'jin wasn't always in control of Larrikith - she was a wild, strong willed dragon who often did what he did not want her to do. It had taken more control than he thought he posessed to keep her from taking Flight during their turns of solitude. He still wasn't sure how he had managed to control the dragon, even now. They had been hard, strong battles that probably should have made him a better rider, or improved their bond. Instead, B'jin simply felt more tired, when occurances such as those continued to make themselves known.
Like Larrikith jumping in and pounding all the careful work out of Talian like a hot knife slicing up a chunk of carefully molded butter. She was a natural disaster, in and of herself. So, with that said, B'jin could understand the way Talian formed his opinion of his dragon, and the way he handled it. He could understand the unwelcome feeling of a dragon's mind penetrating your own with a loud and obnoxious voice that made you question your sanity. He could understand all that, he could.
But that didn't mean he would accept Talian calling his dragon an animal. "She has a name. Larrikith." He stated firmly. Anger flashed in his eyes, but whether directed at Talian or at Larrikith was indertmanate at the moment in question. After a second, he continued, and it could probably be easily decided that the anger was split between the two - dragon and human - though whom he was more angry at was, again, not immediately apparent. Larrikith knew it was herself, but she also figured that he didn't want Talian to know that just yet.
"She was very wrong to do that to you," B'jin continued, his tone softening slightly though his expression was tight around the eyes, and his face appeared strained without his usual cheerful smile. "She is not, however, a monster." Now, B'jin didn't regularly get angry. Usually, he got exceedily proddy when Larrikith did (never pretty) but not angry. He could take almost anything from anyone, and he could laugh off any insult thrown at himself - by himself, Larrikith or anyone else. What he couldn't - and wouldn't - handle was Larrikith being insulted in such a heartfelt manner. He still wasn't activly angry, and while he was leaning forward towards Talian, his posture and his body language was not at all intimidating or threatening.
"She won't do it again, and I most certainly did NOT ask her to do so. Ever." B'jin pursed his lips for a moment, studying Talian as he sat back in his seat. A frown was still contorting his face into a rare array of lines, and he didn't appear ready to smile any time soon. "She is incredibly protective of me, ridiculous creature." It was the only explanation he offered. If Talian knew anything of the draconic species - Firelizards, Whers, Dragons - he wouldn't need B'jin to add any more.
All of that, however, didn't stop B'jin from loving Larrikith. He adored the green dragon that had almost broken her wing in order to clamber up to him when her loud and obnoxious demands hadn't been met nearly fast enough. What it meant, was that he didn't have the will power that went behind a lot of other riders with their bonded. B'jin wasn't always in control of Larrikith - she was a wild, strong willed dragon who often did what he did not want her to do. It had taken more control than he thought he posessed to keep her from taking Flight during their turns of solitude. He still wasn't sure how he had managed to control the dragon, even now. They had been hard, strong battles that probably should have made him a better rider, or improved their bond. Instead, B'jin simply felt more tired, when occurances such as those continued to make themselves known.
Like Larrikith jumping in and pounding all the careful work out of Talian like a hot knife slicing up a chunk of carefully molded butter. She was a natural disaster, in and of herself. So, with that said, B'jin could understand the way Talian formed his opinion of his dragon, and the way he handled it. He could understand the unwelcome feeling of a dragon's mind penetrating your own with a loud and obnoxious voice that made you question your sanity. He could understand all that, he could.
But that didn't mean he would accept Talian calling his dragon an animal. "She has a name. Larrikith." He stated firmly. Anger flashed in his eyes, but whether directed at Talian or at Larrikith was indertmanate at the moment in question. After a second, he continued, and it could probably be easily decided that the anger was split between the two - dragon and human - though whom he was more angry at was, again, not immediately apparent. Larrikith knew it was herself, but she also figured that he didn't want Talian to know that just yet.
"She was very wrong to do that to you," B'jin continued, his tone softening slightly though his expression was tight around the eyes, and his face appeared strained without his usual cheerful smile. "She is not, however, a monster." Now, B'jin didn't regularly get angry. Usually, he got exceedily proddy when Larrikith did (never pretty) but not angry. He could take almost anything from anyone, and he could laugh off any insult thrown at himself - by himself, Larrikith or anyone else. What he couldn't - and wouldn't - handle was Larrikith being insulted in such a heartfelt manner. He still wasn't activly angry, and while he was leaning forward towards Talian, his posture and his body language was not at all intimidating or threatening.
"She won't do it again, and I most certainly did NOT ask her to do so. Ever." B'jin pursed his lips for a moment, studying Talian as he sat back in his seat. A frown was still contorting his face into a rare array of lines, and he didn't appear ready to smile any time soon. "She is incredibly protective of me, ridiculous creature." It was the only explanation he offered. If Talian knew anything of the draconic species - Firelizards, Whers, Dragons - he wouldn't need B'jin to add any more.
