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02.Feb.12, 10:35 AM
B'jin didn't normally eat breakfast in the dining hall - in fact, he usually went out of his way to avoid it. Partly, because his hut was far enough away that getting to the hall in time to eat anything at all worth the time and effort of the trip was usually not even there any more. Not a huge fan of klah, and a good enough cook to cover most meals, B'jin was happy to eat breakfast in his own hut. So, why was he out and about this particular morning? Larrikith. Why else?
The horrible green monstrosity had woken him up at the crack of dawn to inform him that she was going to go hunting - why she felt that need, B'jin didn't know. She was perfectly capable of going hunting by herself, and often did so. She didn't need to tell him what she was doing, or where she was going at any given moment. So long as she didn't put herself in mortal danger, or the Weyr at risk, she was free to do as she wished. He figured she just liked to torment him, which was nothing new - he'd figured that out the moment she Impressed herself to him.
When B'jin entered the dining hall, he was bare foot, lacing his pants, and had his shirt flung over one shoulder. His usually comical expression was gone in exchange for a grumpy and slightly irritable looking pout that was contorting his features into an expression he didn't want to be wearing but was presently incapable of removing. His movements were quick and jerky as he grumbled under his breath about stupid green dragons and stupid huntings and stupid halls and what was wrong with sleeping in!? Still grumbling, B'jin snatched a plate from a pile, shoved food onto it, and glared around the dining Hall like it held a personal vendetta against him; which is probably did, considering he was standing in it without a shirt on, wearing a thunderous expression, and his blonde-brown hair sticking up in every direction in a display of classical bed-head.
The early hour, the excitable voices, and the totally bizarre grouping were what finally caught his attention. Scowling irritably at the backs of those he could see, B'jin had every intention of marching as far away as he could get from them (preferably out of the hall, while he was at it!) when he heard Talian's name, said by a voice that was definitely Talian's - but that also screamed out something being wrong. B'jin's frown deepened and he grumbled under his breath again, as he stormed his way towards the large, loud, gathering.
"What the-?" B'jin began, and it was the beginning of a demand to know what was going on, as he took in the sight of three candidates, and a fellow greenrider. His eyes were narrowed into brown slits of suspicion as he glared at them all, before finally coming to a rest on Talian. His expression visibly softened as he examined the young healer, before his eyes widened dramatically and his usual comical expression almost returned. After a moment, his features contorted once more. "Lym, go get your bag yourself," he snapped, irritable, as the girl appeared to boss a fellow rider around - A candidate! Boss a rider! The nerve!
B'jin wasn't usually - ever! - someone to pull rank, but the lot of them were being sharding fools! The greenrider slammed his plate of food down on the table, felt his shirt flutter to join it, and then moved around and over to where Talian was sitting. "What did you take, Tal?" he asked, and his voice when he spoke to the young healer was a warm bubble bath of love an affection. He set his hands on Talian's shoulders, and then slid them down the young man's arms, then held the boy's hands for a moment. An eyebrow quirked as he squeezed one hand for a moment, then allowed Talian to take his hands back, leaving B'jin's own to settle in his lap. Subtle, but he was sure his young ward would understand. Shifting his gaze, B'jin used one hand to snatch his shirt off the table and away from the various plates of food. He shoved it over his head, the same moment he shoved his other hand into his pocket. Face reappearing, a smile flashed for Talian before his uncharacteristic glare was given to the rest of them.
The horrible green monstrosity had woken him up at the crack of dawn to inform him that she was going to go hunting - why she felt that need, B'jin didn't know. She was perfectly capable of going hunting by herself, and often did so. She didn't need to tell him what she was doing, or where she was going at any given moment. So long as she didn't put herself in mortal danger, or the Weyr at risk, she was free to do as she wished. He figured she just liked to torment him, which was nothing new - he'd figured that out the moment she Impressed herself to him.
When B'jin entered the dining hall, he was bare foot, lacing his pants, and had his shirt flung over one shoulder. His usually comical expression was gone in exchange for a grumpy and slightly irritable looking pout that was contorting his features into an expression he didn't want to be wearing but was presently incapable of removing. His movements were quick and jerky as he grumbled under his breath about stupid green dragons and stupid huntings and stupid halls and what was wrong with sleeping in!? Still grumbling, B'jin snatched a plate from a pile, shoved food onto it, and glared around the dining Hall like it held a personal vendetta against him; which is probably did, considering he was standing in it without a shirt on, wearing a thunderous expression, and his blonde-brown hair sticking up in every direction in a display of classical bed-head.
The early hour, the excitable voices, and the totally bizarre grouping were what finally caught his attention. Scowling irritably at the backs of those he could see, B'jin had every intention of marching as far away as he could get from them (preferably out of the hall, while he was at it!) when he heard Talian's name, said by a voice that was definitely Talian's - but that also screamed out something being wrong. B'jin's frown deepened and he grumbled under his breath again, as he stormed his way towards the large, loud, gathering.
"What the-?" B'jin began, and it was the beginning of a demand to know what was going on, as he took in the sight of three candidates, and a fellow greenrider. His eyes were narrowed into brown slits of suspicion as he glared at them all, before finally coming to a rest on Talian. His expression visibly softened as he examined the young healer, before his eyes widened dramatically and his usual comical expression almost returned. After a moment, his features contorted once more. "Lym, go get your bag yourself," he snapped, irritable, as the girl appeared to boss a fellow rider around - A candidate! Boss a rider! The nerve!
B'jin wasn't usually - ever! - someone to pull rank, but the lot of them were being sharding fools! The greenrider slammed his plate of food down on the table, felt his shirt flutter to join it, and then moved around and over to where Talian was sitting. "What did you take, Tal?" he asked, and his voice when he spoke to the young healer was a warm bubble bath of love an affection. He set his hands on Talian's shoulders, and then slid them down the young man's arms, then held the boy's hands for a moment. An eyebrow quirked as he squeezed one hand for a moment, then allowed Talian to take his hands back, leaving B'jin's own to settle in his lap. Subtle, but he was sure his young ward would understand. Shifting his gaze, B'jin used one hand to snatch his shirt off the table and away from the various plates of food. He shoved it over his head, the same moment he shoved his other hand into his pocket. Face reappearing, a smile flashed for Talian before his uncharacteristic glare was given to the rest of them.
