10.Jan.13, 11:02 AM
B’jin smiled gently, watching Talian and his little club of critters with mild amusement, though there was a glint of pride in there somewhere. He was proud of Talian, of how the boy was holding up under all the weight that had been dropped on his narrow shoulders. The boy was doing so much better than he had done, all those turns ago, when the same weight had been thrown at him. But B’jin was well aware that Talian was infinitely more mature than B’jin had ever been at his age. It was proven, in the gentle and adoring manner Talian handled his dragon, and the little firelizard.
“You’ll do just fine,” B’jin said lightly, placing a kiss on the crown on Talian’s head as the young man gave him another hug, letting him go at the same moment as a soft laugh whispered free from between B’jin’s lips. “Every chance you get, Tal, for the next month at least.” A teasing smile was given, amused. Dragonets were notorious for being awake at exactly the wrong time, in every wrong moment. It would take both Hatchling and young rider to get the hang of what was up and down. B’jin was dreading it. They only had to put up with their partner. B’jin would need to be awake and functioning every moment a pair needed him, and he was pretty sure they’d think up some obscure schedule so he was just as sex and sleep deprived as they would be for the next eight or nine months. Joy.
Hardly, Larrikith purred sweetly, a devious air to her voice that caused B’jin to cock his head slightly. I will still Fly… B’jin groaned. That’s just what he needed, Larrikith taking flight between his classes. That would be wonderful indeed. “Joy,” B’jin grumbled, before smiling at Talian. “I will let you sleep, while my dragon thinks up ways to destroy my attempts to educate you all. Give a yell if you need either of us, m’kay?” Smiling again, B’jin stood up carefully, stepping over and around Khaduceth as he made his way to the door, and out. He needed a bath, and then wine. Lots and lots of wine...
“You’ll do just fine,” B’jin said lightly, placing a kiss on the crown on Talian’s head as the young man gave him another hug, letting him go at the same moment as a soft laugh whispered free from between B’jin’s lips. “Every chance you get, Tal, for the next month at least.” A teasing smile was given, amused. Dragonets were notorious for being awake at exactly the wrong time, in every wrong moment. It would take both Hatchling and young rider to get the hang of what was up and down. B’jin was dreading it. They only had to put up with their partner. B’jin would need to be awake and functioning every moment a pair needed him, and he was pretty sure they’d think up some obscure schedule so he was just as sex and sleep deprived as they would be for the next eight or nine months. Joy.
Hardly, Larrikith purred sweetly, a devious air to her voice that caused B’jin to cock his head slightly. I will still Fly… B’jin groaned. That’s just what he needed, Larrikith taking flight between his classes. That would be wonderful indeed. “Joy,” B’jin grumbled, before smiling at Talian. “I will let you sleep, while my dragon thinks up ways to destroy my attempts to educate you all. Give a yell if you need either of us, m’kay?” Smiling again, B’jin stood up carefully, stepping over and around Khaduceth as he made his way to the door, and out. He needed a bath, and then wine. Lots and lots of wine...