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21.Jan.12, 01:53 AM
B'jin smiled tolerantly at the young man sitting across from him. "Yes, they aren't always what they are cracked up to be. Ours tend to involve a lot of alcohol - Benden, usually, and music. Katilan alcohol is very rough and will take longer to get used to than the Weyr itself."
B'jin stood up carefully, and took the sheet of parchment with him. Holding the item without folding or denting it, B'jin rolled it into a tube and wrapped a small length of leather around it. This done, he quietly indicated with one hand that Talian should also rise. Walking to the door, B'jin opened it and with a quick glance over his shoulder, lead the way towards the living quarters of the large Hut they were in.
"There are those that try," B'jin muttered, his tone unhappy, "and it never ends well." The young man probably didn't need to be told of drownings from those that attempted to get off the Isle before a dragon could rescue them (the desperation required to attempt swimming off the Isle in itself gave B'jin pause as to why a dragon would chose such a potential candidate), those that fled the Weyr proper, to become fodder for a felines stomach. If they were lucky, a dragonrider would find them before they ended up in trouble... B'jin shuddered, and cleared his mind of such thoughts.
Pausing, the greenrider opened a door after a single knock, and looked around. It was empty, and appeared uninhabited. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, B'jin turned to look at Talian. "This room will have no companion at the moment. Would you prefer your own room? There are some other young men on the Isle that you could bunk with if you would prefer."
The young man was welcome to bunk with one of the women also on the Isle, if he preferred, but while the Dragonriders wouldn't forbid such an occurrence, they didn't particularly go out of their way to encourage it, either. Most people who found themselves forced onto the Isle weren't really looking for companionship. Then again, there were those that were.
"I'll leave you to exchange insults about Dragonriders with your fellows here on the Isle." The tone of B'jin's voice was a combination of amused and understanding. It was never easy on the new comers, and B'jin could emphasize with that.
"Did you need anything, Talian? I need to speak to B'jin before Larrikith gossips."
I do NOT gossip! A pause. Ronarth says D'ren is in his hut.
B'jin groaned.
B'jin stood up carefully, and took the sheet of parchment with him. Holding the item without folding or denting it, B'jin rolled it into a tube and wrapped a small length of leather around it. This done, he quietly indicated with one hand that Talian should also rise. Walking to the door, B'jin opened it and with a quick glance over his shoulder, lead the way towards the living quarters of the large Hut they were in.
"There are those that try," B'jin muttered, his tone unhappy, "and it never ends well." The young man probably didn't need to be told of drownings from those that attempted to get off the Isle before a dragon could rescue them (the desperation required to attempt swimming off the Isle in itself gave B'jin pause as to why a dragon would chose such a potential candidate), those that fled the Weyr proper, to become fodder for a felines stomach. If they were lucky, a dragonrider would find them before they ended up in trouble... B'jin shuddered, and cleared his mind of such thoughts.
Pausing, the greenrider opened a door after a single knock, and looked around. It was empty, and appeared uninhabited. Pursing his lips thoughtfully, B'jin turned to look at Talian. "This room will have no companion at the moment. Would you prefer your own room? There are some other young men on the Isle that you could bunk with if you would prefer."
The young man was welcome to bunk with one of the women also on the Isle, if he preferred, but while the Dragonriders wouldn't forbid such an occurrence, they didn't particularly go out of their way to encourage it, either. Most people who found themselves forced onto the Isle weren't really looking for companionship. Then again, there were those that were.
"I'll leave you to exchange insults about Dragonriders with your fellows here on the Isle." The tone of B'jin's voice was a combination of amused and understanding. It was never easy on the new comers, and B'jin could emphasize with that.
"Did you need anything, Talian? I need to speak to B'jin before Larrikith gossips."
I do NOT gossip! A pause. Ronarth says D'ren is in his hut.
B'jin groaned.
