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02.Jul.12, 01:12 AM
Valerian had a sneaking suspicion that the celebration of the new turn wouldn’t be met with cheers and laughter by everyone. Time was fairly irrelevant to the Harper that just went along for the ride in most cases, though he wouldn’t mind a speed up for a little while to get him out of the weyrling classes. He hated being a student again and wanted to be done with classes and move on with where life had taken him. But that wasn’t his main concern. Would Talian go to the gathering and would his friend be in a jovial mood or drinking to forget? One choice was far more realistic than the other though Valerian wasn’t sure if either would be a welcomed sight. In a way, he hoped the Healer stayed away to look after a patient than put on a farce for B’jin, Erisi, or him, despite the desire to see all of his friends out having fun without worrying about one thing or another. It was why he hadn’t stopped at Talian’s room on the way out to see if he wanted to come along.
His friends that had Impressed alongside him had also been spared a knock on the door. Valerian was still confused about what the future would hold with Jada soon to have special goldrider classes and how she and Allendris would view him later on. While he wasn’t one to care about the opinions of others or stand on ceremony unless he absolutely had to, it was hard to ignore all the colourist remarks around him on a daily basis, especially now that he had an adorable blue following him. The idea of slowly ending friendships before it got messy and shiny influences corrupted had been tempting. After all, hadn’t he quickly stamped down the interest he had in Allendris when they both Impressed? They wouldn’t be able to do anything for possibly two turns so it was useless to continue trying to get some sort of interest out of his fellow island arrival but when a little bronze followed his friend off the Sands that night, Valerian knew he didn’t have a chance; if he ever had one to begin with. With Jada, she was rather pretty and he had seen way too much of her during the operation but he had somehow become like an older brother to her. She was also someone he had known in his old life which was nice to have but he doubted there was a soul in Katila that would appreciate a snarky bluerider hanging around their future golden leader.
Forget Talian, Valerian thought, maybe he was the one that needed to get drunk.
Except he couldn’t. Could they even drink yet? The dragonets were only seven months and while they had a strong mental connection now, Valerian didn’t think it wise to even chance a cup of ale or wine, not after such a long drought and with a young mind lingering with his. Yet as young as Veeth was, he was starting to get bigger and G’rem had advised them all that the dragonets could no longer join in the gatherings and had to linger on the outside of the Square like the matured beasts. Veeth had been disappointed that he couldn’t socialize with everyone but was quickly soothed at the promise of his clutchmates and his other friends likely hanging out somewhere nearby.
So it was after much brooding, which annoyed Valerian to the point of shoving everything aside and deciding things will happen as and when they would, that the bluepair found their way to the Square with Veeth finding a nice spot to watch the crowd, especially the stage. Valerian felt that was a grand idea and stole a chair set off to the side, out of the way of the dancing area, to watch. He had used the excuse of being a weyrling that may have a dragon in need of him to get out of singing duties but that didn’t mean he wanted to avoid the area all together. He was a Harper, through and through, and loved listening to the songs and instruments and even enjoyed watching others dancing and having fun.
Of course watching B’jin sway around drunkenly on stage was an added bonus. The man was still fairly agile given his inebriation and old age, which likely only added to the entertainment. Valerian liked picking on the man but he didn’t fancy seeing his friend hit in the head by a flying mug either.
You should join them! You have such a lovely voice and it’s a shame you don’t share it with anyone anymore. Valerian sighed at Veeth’s enthusiasm but, as usual, ended up with a small smile instead of frustration. He had only sang publically once since arriving at Katila and he was pretty sure most of the audience didn’t notice. Jada was on the operating table and wanted him to sing, so he did. If it would help her, then so be it. He still hummed and sang softly when alone with Veeth since the blue seemed to have taken quite a liking to it but still Valerian avoided duties elsewhere. He wasn’t sure why since he loved performing and felt somewhat free and able to express himself in new ways.
Not in the mood to continue analyzing himself or anyone else, Valerian folded his legs up under him and let his green gaze roam the crowds for familiar faces and drunken mischief while occasionally checking on B’jin and the other Harpers.
His friends that had Impressed alongside him had also been spared a knock on the door. Valerian was still confused about what the future would hold with Jada soon to have special goldrider classes and how she and Allendris would view him later on. While he wasn’t one to care about the opinions of others or stand on ceremony unless he absolutely had to, it was hard to ignore all the colourist remarks around him on a daily basis, especially now that he had an adorable blue following him. The idea of slowly ending friendships before it got messy and shiny influences corrupted had been tempting. After all, hadn’t he quickly stamped down the interest he had in Allendris when they both Impressed? They wouldn’t be able to do anything for possibly two turns so it was useless to continue trying to get some sort of interest out of his fellow island arrival but when a little bronze followed his friend off the Sands that night, Valerian knew he didn’t have a chance; if he ever had one to begin with. With Jada, she was rather pretty and he had seen way too much of her during the operation but he had somehow become like an older brother to her. She was also someone he had known in his old life which was nice to have but he doubted there was a soul in Katila that would appreciate a snarky bluerider hanging around their future golden leader.
Forget Talian, Valerian thought, maybe he was the one that needed to get drunk.
Except he couldn’t. Could they even drink yet? The dragonets were only seven months and while they had a strong mental connection now, Valerian didn’t think it wise to even chance a cup of ale or wine, not after such a long drought and with a young mind lingering with his. Yet as young as Veeth was, he was starting to get bigger and G’rem had advised them all that the dragonets could no longer join in the gatherings and had to linger on the outside of the Square like the matured beasts. Veeth had been disappointed that he couldn’t socialize with everyone but was quickly soothed at the promise of his clutchmates and his other friends likely hanging out somewhere nearby.
So it was after much brooding, which annoyed Valerian to the point of shoving everything aside and deciding things will happen as and when they would, that the bluepair found their way to the Square with Veeth finding a nice spot to watch the crowd, especially the stage. Valerian felt that was a grand idea and stole a chair set off to the side, out of the way of the dancing area, to watch. He had used the excuse of being a weyrling that may have a dragon in need of him to get out of singing duties but that didn’t mean he wanted to avoid the area all together. He was a Harper, through and through, and loved listening to the songs and instruments and even enjoyed watching others dancing and having fun.
Of course watching B’jin sway around drunkenly on stage was an added bonus. The man was still fairly agile given his inebriation and old age, which likely only added to the entertainment. Valerian liked picking on the man but he didn’t fancy seeing his friend hit in the head by a flying mug either.
You should join them! You have such a lovely voice and it’s a shame you don’t share it with anyone anymore. Valerian sighed at Veeth’s enthusiasm but, as usual, ended up with a small smile instead of frustration. He had only sang publically once since arriving at Katila and he was pretty sure most of the audience didn’t notice. Jada was on the operating table and wanted him to sing, so he did. If it would help her, then so be it. He still hummed and sang softly when alone with Veeth since the blue seemed to have taken quite a liking to it but still Valerian avoided duties elsewhere. He wasn’t sure why since he loved performing and felt somewhat free and able to express himself in new ways.
Not in the mood to continue analyzing himself or anyone else, Valerian folded his legs up under him and let his green gaze roam the crowds for familiar faces and drunken mischief while occasionally checking on B’jin and the other Harpers.
