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08.Feb.12, 05:03 AM
B'jin was, admittedly, less than thrilled to be talking to the current classes of Candidates. He'd done such things before, of course, most notably during his time at Telgar Weyr. Stand Impressions were rare, and usually occurred in response to someone being in them, that the dragons would at least agree should have been on the Sands - they were usually Weyrbred, and had dragonrider blood in their veins - B'jin was a farmer's brat turned Harper who was about as responsive to a Search dragon as a lump of wet wood on a raining day. He just wasn't what anyone would have considered dragonrider material, and he had, admittedly, been more than happy with his lot in life before Larrikith came screaming and cursing at him. As a result, he was often called upon to explain to less than enthused Candidates exactly why it was important that they shut up, sat down, and learned their lessons before they Impressed a dragon.
Oh, quit whining, Larrikith snapped, as she followed her hobbling rider. A rather large, and very nasty bruise was still in place on B'jin's upper left thigh, where he had run into a table when she'd taken Flight. It was a particularly stunning piece of art, as far as she was concerned, although she could have done without all his bitching and moaning. Of course, she had the lovely results of numbweed to shut her up. They are waiting for us. She added, just to bait him, and rumbled happily when he bit.
"Shut up, Larri." B'jin grumbled as he hobbled around the form of Remeneth's massive blue body, which quite nicely dwarfed his pretty green as she moved carefully after her rider. B'jin turned his gaze from G'rem after nodding cordially, and then frowned at the class. Wonderful. B'jin's warm brown eyes took in those that were sitting around, apparently less than thrilled with who was teaching their classes and - or - their subject matter. Gaze landing on Kerrin, he took in his expression with one of mounting amusement, and a smirk slowly formed upon B'jin's lips. Looks like the weyrbrat had already gotten himself into the shit heap. Letting his gaze drift, he met Talian's eyes with a small smile before shifting over those he knew less personally, but did know from gossip. The Weyr was small, and the Searchers were probably almost as big a group of gossips as the Harpers within the Hall. They all had bets laid, and he was definitely going to take this moment to suss out those within this class.
"Hey kids," B'jin said cheerfully, as he came to a stand still and visibly leaned weight onto his right leg. Larrikith came to a halt behind him, and sat herself down regally, eyes swirling with amusement as she caught up on what had happened with the blue. "I'm B'jin, this is my Larrikith. We've been bonded for twenty six turns; I was twenty-one when she sought me out, and much like many of you, I was not the least bit interested in Impressing. However, while you will be trained via these Candidate classes, I missed out and was very much a learn-as-I-go case, something Weyrs in general strive very hard to avoid as the result tend to become particularly messy. For the purpose of today's talk, that will namely be in regards to Larri's first flight."
He paused, letting the young men and women before him take in his words, before continuing, "Your first flight can go one of two ways, when you get right down to it. It will either be something that will capture you entirely and become much like a drug, or, as in the case of Larri and I, it can be something that is memorable for all the wrong reasons." He paused again. "Obviously, only female dragons Fly and as I'm aware most of you know, Larrikith flew earlier in the week. Unfortunately, that was a particularly horrendous re-enactment of our first Flight together. Larri is usually predictable in two areas - her flights, and her unpredictability."
He paused, and Larrikith took over, her voice reaching into each of the minds of those before her. Unlike B'jin, who's voice was decidedly deep, smooth and masculine with an underlying lyrical quality, Larrikith's tone was rough around the edges and decidedly feminine. It was sharp, and entered the mind like a hot knife sliding through butter. Despite knowing better, B'jin miscalculated my flight schedule, and as such, was caught off guard. First flights are similar; you will see signs, in both yourself and your dragon. Such is called being 'proddy'. That word was said with high amusement, and she shared the image of B'jin storming around the dining hall half dressed with obvious delight. B'jin, beside her, scowled comically.
"Yes yes," he snapped, and waved a hand. "That is beside the point. Such will be explained in detail should you Impress, now shut up Larri. Anyway." He stressed the word. "The best way to avoid having a traumatic first flight is generally the simplest - test the waters before you're thrown in the deep end. This includes those of you who hope to Impress a male dragon. You can just as easily end up in a messy situation. Trust me, it is much less embarrassing to go about it in awkward twitches than to have your brains kick back into gear and find yourself in a tangled mess with someone after a Flight." B'jin twitched, visibly, and Larrikith gave a muffled gurgle of laughter. He shot Larrikith a dark look. "If you like surprises, you'll love Flights," he added.
"Now. Questions before I talk about Weyrmates?"
Oh, quit whining, Larrikith snapped, as she followed her hobbling rider. A rather large, and very nasty bruise was still in place on B'jin's upper left thigh, where he had run into a table when she'd taken Flight. It was a particularly stunning piece of art, as far as she was concerned, although she could have done without all his bitching and moaning. Of course, she had the lovely results of numbweed to shut her up. They are waiting for us. She added, just to bait him, and rumbled happily when he bit.
"Shut up, Larri." B'jin grumbled as he hobbled around the form of Remeneth's massive blue body, which quite nicely dwarfed his pretty green as she moved carefully after her rider. B'jin turned his gaze from G'rem after nodding cordially, and then frowned at the class. Wonderful. B'jin's warm brown eyes took in those that were sitting around, apparently less than thrilled with who was teaching their classes and - or - their subject matter. Gaze landing on Kerrin, he took in his expression with one of mounting amusement, and a smirk slowly formed upon B'jin's lips. Looks like the weyrbrat had already gotten himself into the shit heap. Letting his gaze drift, he met Talian's eyes with a small smile before shifting over those he knew less personally, but did know from gossip. The Weyr was small, and the Searchers were probably almost as big a group of gossips as the Harpers within the Hall. They all had bets laid, and he was definitely going to take this moment to suss out those within this class.
"Hey kids," B'jin said cheerfully, as he came to a stand still and visibly leaned weight onto his right leg. Larrikith came to a halt behind him, and sat herself down regally, eyes swirling with amusement as she caught up on what had happened with the blue. "I'm B'jin, this is my Larrikith. We've been bonded for twenty six turns; I was twenty-one when she sought me out, and much like many of you, I was not the least bit interested in Impressing. However, while you will be trained via these Candidate classes, I missed out and was very much a learn-as-I-go case, something Weyrs in general strive very hard to avoid as the result tend to become particularly messy. For the purpose of today's talk, that will namely be in regards to Larri's first flight."
He paused, letting the young men and women before him take in his words, before continuing, "Your first flight can go one of two ways, when you get right down to it. It will either be something that will capture you entirely and become much like a drug, or, as in the case of Larri and I, it can be something that is memorable for all the wrong reasons." He paused again. "Obviously, only female dragons Fly and as I'm aware most of you know, Larrikith flew earlier in the week. Unfortunately, that was a particularly horrendous re-enactment of our first Flight together. Larri is usually predictable in two areas - her flights, and her unpredictability."
He paused, and Larrikith took over, her voice reaching into each of the minds of those before her. Unlike B'jin, who's voice was decidedly deep, smooth and masculine with an underlying lyrical quality, Larrikith's tone was rough around the edges and decidedly feminine. It was sharp, and entered the mind like a hot knife sliding through butter. Despite knowing better, B'jin miscalculated my flight schedule, and as such, was caught off guard. First flights are similar; you will see signs, in both yourself and your dragon. Such is called being 'proddy'. That word was said with high amusement, and she shared the image of B'jin storming around the dining hall half dressed with obvious delight. B'jin, beside her, scowled comically.
"Yes yes," he snapped, and waved a hand. "That is beside the point. Such will be explained in detail should you Impress, now shut up Larri. Anyway." He stressed the word. "The best way to avoid having a traumatic first flight is generally the simplest - test the waters before you're thrown in the deep end. This includes those of you who hope to Impress a male dragon. You can just as easily end up in a messy situation. Trust me, it is much less embarrassing to go about it in awkward twitches than to have your brains kick back into gear and find yourself in a tangled mess with someone after a Flight." B'jin twitched, visibly, and Larrikith gave a muffled gurgle of laughter. He shot Larrikith a dark look. "If you like surprises, you'll love Flights," he added.
"Now. Questions before I talk about Weyrmates?"
