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14.Mar.13, 07:43 AM
B’jin was shamelessly excited for the events of the evening. Shamelessly! The greenrider was bouncing on the balls of his feet enough to challenge even Z’ia in a contest to discover the one with the most springs, as he fluttered around his room. Then he was leaving, flittering around the Weyrling barracks and annoying the high heavens out of his Weyrling group. Then, finally, he was making his way to R’nd’s hut to skitter around and annoy his lover with his far too chipper mood. B’jin was excited damn it!
The greenrider hadn’t been overly involved in the events of the graduation that R’nd and his classmates had been a part of. He’d been far too wrapped up in the ups and downs of his own life, his dragon, his children, and N’mall to be overly concerned with their graduation. He’d still managed to sing a few songs, and dance and get drunk before calling it a night – but he hadn’t been invested in it like he would be that night – after all, as he kept telling R’nd with far too much excitement – Valerian had written him a song to sing, and Valerian was going to graduate, and he’d be a real rider and he’d get an honorific and what did R’nd think he’d get?
B’jin had had far too much fun the previous day - when he’d collected the song sheet, which he was still too excited to actually read yet – making fun of Valerian and pulling every terrible possible honorific he could think of out of his brain. Of course, as soon as she picked up on what he was doing, Larrikith had been ten kinds of helpful when it came to thinking up awful combinations and B’jin had done his best to talk Veeth into picking one verbally, while reassuring the young dragon mentally that Valerian would be much happier with something boring like… well, B’jin didn’t know. Just boring!
Then B’jin had realised he’d lost his music sheet – which, again, he still hadn’t read – and freaked out, sweeping around R’nd’s hut like a hurricane before Rell had frightened him terribly by popping out of between with the sheets. B’jin had no idea where they had been, but was suitably shamefaced when Larrikith told him he’d left them on his bed. B’jin had slunk around the hut putting back to right the mess he’d made before his high spirits crushed his shame and he began bouncing around once more. Tonight was going to be so much fun!
Needing to expend rather a lot of energy, B’jin had suddenly turned his attentions upon R’nd. What better way to start a great night with an amazing lover? He had possibly actually said that, because at one point R’nd had looked a little starry eyed and B’jin had pounced; the music sheet had lain forgotten on the floor for an indeterminable amount of time, before the lovers were parting to do their own things once more, B’jin much more sedate as he left the hut, throwing R’nd a wicked smirk before going to bathe, shave, dress –and read that damned music! – B’jin had laughed at his dragon, and promised to do just that.
The greenrider still hadn’t managed to read the lyrics or music by the time he was joining the growing crowed within the Gather Square. There were riders and non both setting up tables and chairs around the edges, dragons being helpful – or not – as they ran around. The air was positively alive with firelizards and B’jin swatted at one of the little browns that got in his face, wondering who it belonged to before it vanished. It wasn’t Rell, and it wasn’t Fellis, so it wasn’t important to him. Seeing the Harper stand being set up, B’jin was soon rushing over, taking charge and making demands. It was his stage and they’d set it up how he wanted!
Timid greenrider he was not, when there was music involved! Decades of Harpering and an arrogance usually not anywhere near the surface came alive in him, issuing orders, setting demands and expecting to be listened to and obeyed B’jin was a force to be reckoned with as he made sure the set up was just the way he wanted it, and the rest of them be damned. He was the most experienced, and it was he that Valerian had asked to sing the song he’d written… Which B’jin still hadn’t read!
Fretting suddenly, B’jin made sure the rest of the set up was underway before sitting down on the edge of the stage, and burying his nose in the sheets of parchment. He read the first page, then skipped to the last, with barely a glance at the centre. He’d have the sheets on display and was quite good at reading as he sang. He was more concerned about getting the right instruments on stage with him and – thank Faranth, Valerian hadn’t made it some piece of idiocy duet. B’jin hated sharing the limelight when there was singing involved! Backup singers were okay, if they were really required, but as far as his craft was concerned, B’jin was quite happy to be the centre of attention.
For a few hours, anyway. Maybe a song or three after the one Valerian had written. Then he’d drag R’nd to dance until his feet were too sore to move, and maybe he’d make Valerian dance with him too, just because he could and it would make the Weyrling scowl, he was sure. Par’a would probably try to steal him for a dance or two, but that was fine! Maybe he’d convince his friend to snag R’nd while he danced with Valerian – that would be funny! B’jin sniggered as he climbed to his feet, calling out for various Harper trained people he knew, who could play the required instruments.
Damn it was going to be a fun night!
The greenrider hadn’t been overly involved in the events of the graduation that R’nd and his classmates had been a part of. He’d been far too wrapped up in the ups and downs of his own life, his dragon, his children, and N’mall to be overly concerned with their graduation. He’d still managed to sing a few songs, and dance and get drunk before calling it a night – but he hadn’t been invested in it like he would be that night – after all, as he kept telling R’nd with far too much excitement – Valerian had written him a song to sing, and Valerian was going to graduate, and he’d be a real rider and he’d get an honorific and what did R’nd think he’d get?
B’jin had had far too much fun the previous day - when he’d collected the song sheet, which he was still too excited to actually read yet – making fun of Valerian and pulling every terrible possible honorific he could think of out of his brain. Of course, as soon as she picked up on what he was doing, Larrikith had been ten kinds of helpful when it came to thinking up awful combinations and B’jin had done his best to talk Veeth into picking one verbally, while reassuring the young dragon mentally that Valerian would be much happier with something boring like… well, B’jin didn’t know. Just boring!
Then B’jin had realised he’d lost his music sheet – which, again, he still hadn’t read – and freaked out, sweeping around R’nd’s hut like a hurricane before Rell had frightened him terribly by popping out of between with the sheets. B’jin had no idea where they had been, but was suitably shamefaced when Larrikith told him he’d left them on his bed. B’jin had slunk around the hut putting back to right the mess he’d made before his high spirits crushed his shame and he began bouncing around once more. Tonight was going to be so much fun!
Needing to expend rather a lot of energy, B’jin had suddenly turned his attentions upon R’nd. What better way to start a great night with an amazing lover? He had possibly actually said that, because at one point R’nd had looked a little starry eyed and B’jin had pounced; the music sheet had lain forgotten on the floor for an indeterminable amount of time, before the lovers were parting to do their own things once more, B’jin much more sedate as he left the hut, throwing R’nd a wicked smirk before going to bathe, shave, dress –
The greenrider still hadn’t managed to read the lyrics or music by the time he was joining the growing crowed within the Gather Square. There were riders and non both setting up tables and chairs around the edges, dragons being helpful – or not – as they ran around. The air was positively alive with firelizards and B’jin swatted at one of the little browns that got in his face, wondering who it belonged to before it vanished. It wasn’t Rell, and it wasn’t Fellis, so it wasn’t important to him. Seeing the Harper stand being set up, B’jin was soon rushing over, taking charge and making demands. It was his stage and they’d set it up how he wanted!
Timid greenrider he was not, when there was music involved! Decades of Harpering and an arrogance usually not anywhere near the surface came alive in him, issuing orders, setting demands and expecting to be listened to and obeyed B’jin was a force to be reckoned with as he made sure the set up was just the way he wanted it, and the rest of them be damned. He was the most experienced, and it was he that Valerian had asked to sing the song he’d written… Which B’jin still hadn’t read!
Fretting suddenly, B’jin made sure the rest of the set up was underway before sitting down on the edge of the stage, and burying his nose in the sheets of parchment. He read the first page, then skipped to the last, with barely a glance at the centre. He’d have the sheets on display and was quite good at reading as he sang. He was more concerned about getting the right instruments on stage with him and – thank Faranth, Valerian hadn’t made it some piece of idiocy duet. B’jin hated sharing the limelight when there was singing involved! Backup singers were okay, if they were really required, but as far as his craft was concerned, B’jin was quite happy to be the centre of attention.
For a few hours, anyway. Maybe a song or three after the one Valerian had written. Then he’d drag R’nd to dance until his feet were too sore to move, and maybe he’d make Valerian dance with him too, just because he could and it would make the Weyrling scowl, he was sure. Par’a would probably try to steal him for a dance or two, but that was fine! Maybe he’d convince his friend to snag R’nd while he danced with Valerian – that would be funny! B’jin sniggered as he climbed to his feet, calling out for various Harper trained people he knew, who could play the required instruments.
Damn it was going to be a fun night!
