10.Sep.12, 10:34 PM
Of course it had to be him.
Be nice to him. He doesn’t seem… right today. Veeth had a point. As Valerian stood there wondering if he should continue getting into the water or go find another bath, he noticed I’shan wasn’t quite as quirky as he usually was. He supposed being attached to the Weyrsecond would dull most anyone though he had to put a lot of effort into not rolling his eyes at the thought of changing because of someone else. Valerian simply couldn’t comprehend why you wouldn’t just be yourself at all times.
“Ilveriath’s ri—I’shan.” He knew the name, finally, though it was hard to forget the name of someone that was trying to bleed all over you. Valerian couldn’t say when he actually took the time or interest in remembering anything about the man besides being the rider of the amazing Ilveriath but as he continued getting into the bath, slowly sinking into the hot water, he decided I’shan could have the honour of knowing.
“I wanted to check on you. That night or the next day… but figured you didn’t need it,” Valerian wasn’t about to admit to being slightly put out by the way the older bluepair had ditched him, though Ilveriath’s words of gratitude had helped. He was fond of the dragon – the first one he had seen up close and was able to ride, though he was unconscious at the time – and didn’t care that he potentially was played all for the safety of I’shan. “You seem to have recovered well though.” He wasn’t exactly the master of small talk, especially when he had been focused on a quiet bath, and wasn’t quite sure what else to say. It was I’shan after all, and they were both extreme opposites when it came to personalities, even with the observation that the older man seemed a bit out of it. But most riders were vain and a comment about their appearance looking as fine as ever seemed a safe bet to avoid any dramatics I’shan could slip into. Valerian really wasn’t a fan of wailing, just like he preferred to avoid blood. Somehow, the man he sat across from had managed to get him to deal with both.
Since they were now bathing together, he supposed he’d try the small talk a bit more. It couldn’t hurt and Veeth seemed pleased at the idea of him socialising a bit more. “Get into anymore trouble lately?” Valerian gave a little grin to show he was teasing with the phrasing, still linking it to the Turn Over fight. He had no idea what I’shan had been up to since; having not really paid attention to people that didn’t directly affect or concern him.
Be nice to him. He doesn’t seem… right today. Veeth had a point. As Valerian stood there wondering if he should continue getting into the water or go find another bath, he noticed I’shan wasn’t quite as quirky as he usually was. He supposed being attached to the Weyrsecond would dull most anyone though he had to put a lot of effort into not rolling his eyes at the thought of changing because of someone else. Valerian simply couldn’t comprehend why you wouldn’t just be yourself at all times.
“Ilveriath’s ri—I’shan.” He knew the name, finally, though it was hard to forget the name of someone that was trying to bleed all over you. Valerian couldn’t say when he actually took the time or interest in remembering anything about the man besides being the rider of the amazing Ilveriath but as he continued getting into the bath, slowly sinking into the hot water, he decided I’shan could have the honour of knowing.
“I wanted to check on you. That night or the next day… but figured you didn’t need it,” Valerian wasn’t about to admit to being slightly put out by the way the older bluepair had ditched him, though Ilveriath’s words of gratitude had helped. He was fond of the dragon – the first one he had seen up close and was able to ride, though he was unconscious at the time – and didn’t care that he potentially was played all for the safety of I’shan. “You seem to have recovered well though.” He wasn’t exactly the master of small talk, especially when he had been focused on a quiet bath, and wasn’t quite sure what else to say. It was I’shan after all, and they were both extreme opposites when it came to personalities, even with the observation that the older man seemed a bit out of it. But most riders were vain and a comment about their appearance looking as fine as ever seemed a safe bet to avoid any dramatics I’shan could slip into. Valerian really wasn’t a fan of wailing, just like he preferred to avoid blood. Somehow, the man he sat across from had managed to get him to deal with both.
Since they were now bathing together, he supposed he’d try the small talk a bit more. It couldn’t hurt and Veeth seemed pleased at the idea of him socialising a bit more. “Get into anymore trouble lately?” Valerian gave a little grin to show he was teasing with the phrasing, still linking it to the Turn Over fight. He had no idea what I’shan had been up to since; having not really paid attention to people that didn’t directly affect or concern him.