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19.Jan.12, 08:11 PM
B'jin ignored Talian's expression in favour of drawing a star in the far corner of the sheet of parchment. He had been scolded, before, for adding artistic little additions to the official records, but he didn't give two hoots. The Weyrleaders were quite happy to ignore all the introduction paperwork, and only deal with the new arrival when they were well and ready - if B'jin decided drawing on the silly parchment was the best way to handle a sully new candidate, than by the Red Star he would draw!
Besides, while his artistic skills were not on a level with his voice, they were at least more than acceptable. The single star had turned into a night scene, before he looked up at the end of Talian's spluttering response. An eyebrow arched, and he almost smiled (but somehow managed not to) at the boy's grumbling.
"Right!" The dragonrider scribbled down the year, leaving a space for the added exact date when it could be pried out of the healer. B'jin wasn't particularly good at getting the exacts, but his candidates were usually useful and fit in well enough that he was excused. Pre-plague Larrikith had had a good track record for candidates that Impressed. He had yet to see if she was as good post-plague. Circumstances had refused their allowance to Search for the Renewed Hope clutch.
Probably because your strongest desire was to run home, not bring in more people.
Granted B'jin replied, not at all ashamed, as he copied down Fort Hold and then blinked at Talian when he offered no such current hold. Shrugging, B'jin wrote down 'Journeying', feeling slightly happy about that. After all, those that were bounding between holds were the least likely to be miss-
B'jin's thought cut off abruptly, and outside, Larrikith let out a sound that was suspiciously similar to a strangled feline. Raising his gaze from the parchment, the greenrider's warm brown eyes were wide and almost popping while his face - usually a healthy tan - had quickly faded to a sickly shade of grey.
"..." He silently picked up the knots, eyes still wide, and looked vaguely sick as he examined them. Apparently, he was hoping to find some fault with them that would mark them as fake. Not finding it, he slumped dejectedly in his seat. He shook his head, ignoring Talian's statement about not being rich.
"I'm going to be in so much trouble." The statement was a sulk, a pout, and his lip stuck out typically as he finished speaking. He was still holding the healers knots in front of his face, just staring at them.
"D'ren is going to kill me!" Suddenly, B'jin was on his feet, his eyes wild as he threw himself out of the chair and began to pace the room, looking slightly scary as hysteria kicked in to the eccentric man's brain. "He is going to hang me. He is going to drop me between and chain my dragon to a chair!" He turned wild, crazy eyes on Talian and stared at him.
Wailing, B'jin collapsed back in his chair, and dropped his head heavily onto the desk. The crack was loud, and outside, Larrikith could be heard making odd sounds as she came up the beach. Then her green face shoved through the open window and she stared at B'jin with obvious disdain before turning her attention upon Talian.
Stupid boy! Larrikith's voice, usually dry and irritable, was additionally angry as she bespoke the boy. All he had had to do was think 'master' once, once and they would have left him alone!
B'jin groaned, and looked up at Talian, meeting the Healers eyes with his own, still looking slightly wild and oddly afraid.
Besides, while his artistic skills were not on a level with his voice, they were at least more than acceptable. The single star had turned into a night scene, before he looked up at the end of Talian's spluttering response. An eyebrow arched, and he almost smiled (but somehow managed not to) at the boy's grumbling.
"Right!" The dragonrider scribbled down the year, leaving a space for the added exact date when it could be pried out of the healer. B'jin wasn't particularly good at getting the exacts, but his candidates were usually useful and fit in well enough that he was excused. Pre-plague Larrikith had had a good track record for candidates that Impressed. He had yet to see if she was as good post-plague. Circumstances had refused their allowance to Search for the Renewed Hope clutch.
Probably because your strongest desire was to run home, not bring in more people.
Granted B'jin replied, not at all ashamed, as he copied down Fort Hold and then blinked at Talian when he offered no such current hold. Shrugging, B'jin wrote down 'Journeying', feeling slightly happy about that. After all, those that were bounding between holds were the least likely to be miss-
B'jin's thought cut off abruptly, and outside, Larrikith let out a sound that was suspiciously similar to a strangled feline. Raising his gaze from the parchment, the greenrider's warm brown eyes were wide and almost popping while his face - usually a healthy tan - had quickly faded to a sickly shade of grey.
"..." He silently picked up the knots, eyes still wide, and looked vaguely sick as he examined them. Apparently, he was hoping to find some fault with them that would mark them as fake. Not finding it, he slumped dejectedly in his seat. He shook his head, ignoring Talian's statement about not being rich.
"I'm going to be in so much trouble." The statement was a sulk, a pout, and his lip stuck out typically as he finished speaking. He was still holding the healers knots in front of his face, just staring at them.
"D'ren is going to kill me!" Suddenly, B'jin was on his feet, his eyes wild as he threw himself out of the chair and began to pace the room, looking slightly scary as hysteria kicked in to the eccentric man's brain. "He is going to hang me. He is going to drop me between and chain my dragon to a chair!" He turned wild, crazy eyes on Talian and stared at him.
Wailing, B'jin collapsed back in his chair, and dropped his head heavily onto the desk. The crack was loud, and outside, Larrikith could be heard making odd sounds as she came up the beach. Then her green face shoved through the open window and she stared at B'jin with obvious disdain before turning her attention upon Talian.
Stupid boy! Larrikith's voice, usually dry and irritable, was additionally angry as she bespoke the boy. All he had had to do was think 'master' once, once and they would have left him alone!
B'jin groaned, and looked up at Talian, meeting the Healers eyes with his own, still looking slightly wild and oddly afraid.
