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29.May.13, 02:19 AM
B’jin accepted D’ren’s answer with no more than a slight frown flickering between his eyebrows before he nodded. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe him, so much as he had heard a lot of rumours and whispers and B’jin wasn’t quite ready to believe that the man was excellent. Fine, maybe, or okay. But excellent? That was a little hard to buy, but B’jin let it slide none the less. Better to leave well enough alone.
How was he? A shrug lifted B’jin’s shoulders lazily, but there was amusement underlying in the action and the greenrider smiled slightly as he watched Amorandii flop onto the floor to play with Tsereni. “Well enough,” B’jin supplied lazily, turning his attention back to D’ren with a mild smile. “The weyrlings are growing, and have thus far failed to kill themselves, which is lovely.” He also had several tack-on students, unimpressed weyrbrats and the like that he was helping to catch up on their reading and writing, but he didn’t bother to add that in; it was boring chatter and B’jin wasn’t particularly in the mood to rant about how stupid some of the Harpers at Katila were.
A knock on the door caused the greenrider to startle slightly, gaze flickering first to where his daughter was curled up on the floor to make sure it wasn’t she who had done the knocking, before turning to look at D’ren with a slight frown, expression worried. “Are we interrupting?” Even as he asked, B’jin waved off D’ren before the bronzerider could rise and made his way to the door, opening it with the slight frown still in place. Seeing Ravana on the other side, B’jin blinked in surprise as the door swung open.
“Hello, Ravana.” The woman was given a light smile, before the man turned his attention upon the toddler and held his arms out to her, smiling much more warmly. “Hello, Berani!”
How was he? A shrug lifted B’jin’s shoulders lazily, but there was amusement underlying in the action and the greenrider smiled slightly as he watched Amorandii flop onto the floor to play with Tsereni. “Well enough,” B’jin supplied lazily, turning his attention back to D’ren with a mild smile. “The weyrlings are growing, and have thus far failed to kill themselves, which is lovely.” He also had several tack-on students, unimpressed weyrbrats and the like that he was helping to catch up on their reading and writing, but he didn’t bother to add that in; it was boring chatter and B’jin wasn’t particularly in the mood to rant about how stupid some of the Harpers at Katila were.
A knock on the door caused the greenrider to startle slightly, gaze flickering first to where his daughter was curled up on the floor to make sure it wasn’t she who had done the knocking, before turning to look at D’ren with a slight frown, expression worried. “Are we interrupting?” Even as he asked, B’jin waved off D’ren before the bronzerider could rise and made his way to the door, opening it with the slight frown still in place. Seeing Ravana on the other side, B’jin blinked in surprise as the door swung open.
“Hello, Ravana.” The woman was given a light smile, before the man turned his attention upon the toddler and held his arms out to her, smiling much more warmly. “Hello, Berani!”
