24.Jan.13, 07:05 PM
The day had been fairly uneventful. With the lessons the previous day, and B’jin’s usual method of leaving off official lessons to no more than one or two sessions a week, no one had batted an eye when he had proclaimed that day to be one the Weyrlings could use to keep themselves entertained. Their dragonets were young, and after a bathing, oiling and feeding, they had curious minds and too many questions. They wanted to explore, they wanted to know and understand and they wanted to play – with each other, with weyrbrats, with the birds, with the shadows – it was kind of hilarious to see the different things which captured their attention. B’jin perhaps enjoyed watching them run around chasing butterflies more than he did educating them.
B’jin, for his part, had spent most of the day with his children. Indamor was growing up into a very serious young man who would soon be eleven. The following turn, he would officially be old enough to begin Standing, and B’jin was both anxious and excited. Larrikith was firm in her opinion that the youngster would Impress to a bronze (which was quite fine in B’jin’s opinion!) but he wasn’t sure how well a twelve year old would handle a beast such as a bronze. He hadn’t asked Indamor about it, of course, but the boy had always been of the quiet opinion he would Stand, and B’jin had always been on the smug opinion he would Impress well. It was simply a matter of time!
It was, however, Amorandii that currently held her father’s attention as he watched her very carefully wrap the gift. At just barely six turns old, the little girl was filled with a great deal of importance as she used a piece of string to tie the painted paper around the item she had helped her father pick out for Talian. The young Healer turned Weyrling was still considered as something between the world’s coolest big brother, and a future husband. B’jin had been more than a little amused (and slightly scandalised) when the girl told him she would be marrying her ‘bestest big brother’ one day.
After picking the gift from B’jin’s trove of items, Amorandii had spent the morning carefully painting a rather obscure image that was apparently Khaduceth and Talian standing around in the sunshine. B’jin hoped the boy was at least familiar enough with children’s image to pick was it was without insulting the girl who was so proud of it. Though how Talian would determine what the rather vague splodges of colour were was beyond B’jin’s comprehension. Amorandii was not an artist; she tried, but she did not have the skill.
“Done!” The little girl proclaimed, patting the messy bow she had tied and beaming up at B’jin successfully. The greenrider grinned back, taking the little girl’s hand in one of his own, and picking up the gift with the other. Turning, he let her bounce toward the door, the girl pulling free of his hand and skipping cheerfully. The pair made their way through the Barracks without incident to arrive at Talian and Khaduceth’s room.
Amorandii lifted a hand to rap importantly on the door. “Knock knock!” Without waiting for an answer, the little girl fumbled with the handle for a moment before shoving the door open excitedly and bounding into the room, blonde hair bouncing and skirts twirling. “Happy birthday!” It was a girlish squeal of utter delight at surprising Talian (she was convinced she’d just uttered the best surprise greeting ever) and threw herself at Talian without further ado, planting a solid kiss on his cheek.
“We got you a gift!” She grinned winningly, while B'jin slipped in with an amused smile, closing the door behind him.
B’jin, for his part, had spent most of the day with his children. Indamor was growing up into a very serious young man who would soon be eleven. The following turn, he would officially be old enough to begin Standing, and B’jin was both anxious and excited. Larrikith was firm in her opinion that the youngster would Impress to a bronze (which was quite fine in B’jin’s opinion!) but he wasn’t sure how well a twelve year old would handle a beast such as a bronze. He hadn’t asked Indamor about it, of course, but the boy had always been of the quiet opinion he would Stand, and B’jin had always been on the smug opinion he would Impress well. It was simply a matter of time!
It was, however, Amorandii that currently held her father’s attention as he watched her very carefully wrap the gift. At just barely six turns old, the little girl was filled with a great deal of importance as she used a piece of string to tie the painted paper around the item she had helped her father pick out for Talian. The young Healer turned Weyrling was still considered as something between the world’s coolest big brother, and a future husband. B’jin had been more than a little amused (and slightly scandalised) when the girl told him she would be marrying her ‘bestest big brother’ one day.
After picking the gift from B’jin’s trove of items, Amorandii had spent the morning carefully painting a rather obscure image that was apparently Khaduceth and Talian standing around in the sunshine. B’jin hoped the boy was at least familiar enough with children’s image to pick was it was without insulting the girl who was so proud of it. Though how Talian would determine what the rather vague splodges of colour were was beyond B’jin’s comprehension. Amorandii was not an artist; she tried, but she did not have the skill.
“Done!” The little girl proclaimed, patting the messy bow she had tied and beaming up at B’jin successfully. The greenrider grinned back, taking the little girl’s hand in one of his own, and picking up the gift with the other. Turning, he let her bounce toward the door, the girl pulling free of his hand and skipping cheerfully. The pair made their way through the Barracks without incident to arrive at Talian and Khaduceth’s room.
Amorandii lifted a hand to rap importantly on the door. “Knock knock!” Without waiting for an answer, the little girl fumbled with the handle for a moment before shoving the door open excitedly and bounding into the room, blonde hair bouncing and skirts twirling. “Happy birthday!” It was a girlish squeal of utter delight at surprising Talian (she was convinced she’d just uttered the best surprise greeting ever) and threw herself at Talian without further ado, planting a solid kiss on his cheek.
“We got you a gift!” She grinned winningly, while B'jin slipped in with an amused smile, closing the door behind him.