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11.Nov.14, 08:40 AM
B’jin was not a morning person, not of his own accord at any rate. A rather heated dream, however, had the greenrider rousing his lover with gentle kisses until R’nd was conscious enough to understand the sad, puppy dog look on B’jin’s face as his fingers ran down the length of the bluerider’s chest, pausing at his belly button while B’jin waited patiently for his lover to react. The pouty expression faded instantly when the look on R’nd’s face altered. B’jin thoroughly enjoyed the rest of their morning, until the dragons started humming; by then though he was not overly put out by being interrupted.
The greenrider’s peaceful expression lit up when the humming was acknowledged, with the man sitting up slightly on one elbow, extracting himself delicately from the casual hold R’nd had around him. “Hatching day,” he murmured, smiling as he placed a light kiss on his lover’s lips. Then B’jin frowned grumpily, head tilted slightly to one side as he conversed with Larrikith. “And greenriders are on taxi duty.” It was not actually a lie; R’nya had just had Xyreith issue orders that unoccupied greenriders flitter up to the North to pick up anyone interested in attending the Hatching. Mostly, however, it was a convenient cover for a decision B’jin had come to a few weeks prior – he was going to pick up R’nd’s most lovely sister and have her attend. The surprise would do R’nd well, and it would allow Eridella the perfect opportunity to nose around her little brother’s current life and home. B’jin was beyond excited at the prospect. The hardest part was keeping it to himself!
Rolling almost literally out of bed, B’jin fluttered around the room as he found appropriate clothing for a trip North, that he could wear Katilan-appropriate clothing underneath for when he got back, without having to nip back to get changed. Once dressed, he leaned over the still addled looking R’nd and kissed him soundly. “Back soon!” And, to give R’nd something to think about while he was gone that would, surely, keep his mind off what B’jin might be up to: “Love you.” Smiling warmly, B’jin ducked out the door and had Larrikith quickly in her flying straps. The pair vanished a few moments later.
B’jin’s eyes were still sparkling with private mirth as he nodded approval at Eridella’s choice in clothing; heavy outerwear for the trip and much lighter more summer-ish clothing for when they arrived at Katila. While it was heading steadily towards winter at Katila, it was still a long way from cold. Assisting his lovely companion aboard Larrikith, B’jin laughed happily and reassured her that there was absolutely no way under the radiant sun that R’nd would expect him to rock up with her aboard the little green dragon. The little quip that he didn’t think R’nd was presently capable of thinking at all was not explained, but his expression was delightfully mischievous.
“Welcome to Katila!” Larrikith did lazy swirls through the air, following the other gliding dragons towards the Hatching Sands with the long scenic tour that was popular upon first visiting the southern based Weyr. The milling of so many people delighted B’jin; with most the Weyr in Telgar the place seemed so empty! But the fact that the majority of the milling people were Northerners that had only seen dragons probably three times in their life – if that – was delightful! It was the way Weyrs were supposed to look on a Hatching Day, and B’jin was glad Katila was finally acting like a true Weyr, and less like a lost treasure hidden from everyone and everything.
Larrikith landed them outside the main entrance, and B’jin helped Eridella off, taking her jacket politely before climbing a little up Larrikith to lay it across her neck, in the spot his guitar usually took up residency. Returning to the ground, B’jin offered his companion his arm, before leading her cheerfully inside. Larrikith cleared a path behind them as she followed, giving Ayyonth the heads up that they were coming in as she requested his location. The information was passed onto B’jin, who lead Eridella unerringly to where her brother was unknowingly waiting.
They arrived just in time to settle themselves in before the first eggs began to Hatch.
The greenrider’s peaceful expression lit up when the humming was acknowledged, with the man sitting up slightly on one elbow, extracting himself delicately from the casual hold R’nd had around him. “Hatching day,” he murmured, smiling as he placed a light kiss on his lover’s lips. Then B’jin frowned grumpily, head tilted slightly to one side as he conversed with Larrikith. “And greenriders are on taxi duty.” It was not actually a lie; R’nya had just had Xyreith issue orders that unoccupied greenriders flitter up to the North to pick up anyone interested in attending the Hatching. Mostly, however, it was a convenient cover for a decision B’jin had come to a few weeks prior – he was going to pick up R’nd’s most lovely sister and have her attend. The surprise would do R’nd well, and it would allow Eridella the perfect opportunity to nose around her little brother’s current life and home. B’jin was beyond excited at the prospect. The hardest part was keeping it to himself!
Rolling almost literally out of bed, B’jin fluttered around the room as he found appropriate clothing for a trip North, that he could wear Katilan-appropriate clothing underneath for when he got back, without having to nip back to get changed. Once dressed, he leaned over the still addled looking R’nd and kissed him soundly. “Back soon!” And, to give R’nd something to think about while he was gone that would, surely, keep his mind off what B’jin might be up to: “Love you.” Smiling warmly, B’jin ducked out the door and had Larrikith quickly in her flying straps. The pair vanished a few moments later.
B’jin’s eyes were still sparkling with private mirth as he nodded approval at Eridella’s choice in clothing; heavy outerwear for the trip and much lighter more summer-ish clothing for when they arrived at Katila. While it was heading steadily towards winter at Katila, it was still a long way from cold. Assisting his lovely companion aboard Larrikith, B’jin laughed happily and reassured her that there was absolutely no way under the radiant sun that R’nd would expect him to rock up with her aboard the little green dragon. The little quip that he didn’t think R’nd was presently capable of thinking at all was not explained, but his expression was delightfully mischievous.
“Welcome to Katila!” Larrikith did lazy swirls through the air, following the other gliding dragons towards the Hatching Sands with the long scenic tour that was popular upon first visiting the southern based Weyr. The milling of so many people delighted B’jin; with most the Weyr in Telgar the place seemed so empty! But the fact that the majority of the milling people were Northerners that had only seen dragons probably three times in their life – if that – was delightful! It was the way Weyrs were supposed to look on a Hatching Day, and B’jin was glad Katila was finally acting like a true Weyr, and less like a lost treasure hidden from everyone and everything.
Larrikith landed them outside the main entrance, and B’jin helped Eridella off, taking her jacket politely before climbing a little up Larrikith to lay it across her neck, in the spot his guitar usually took up residency. Returning to the ground, B’jin offered his companion his arm, before leading her cheerfully inside. Larrikith cleared a path behind them as she followed, giving Ayyonth the heads up that they were coming in as she requested his location. The information was passed onto B’jin, who lead Eridella unerringly to where her brother was unknowingly waiting.
They arrived just in time to settle themselves in before the first eggs began to Hatch.
