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04.Mar.12, 05:13 AM
B'jin rubbed his left hand over his face, careful to keep his right well away; he did not need to put the damned rash all over himself, and sighed. It wasn't that he wasn't that he wasn't listening, so much as he couldn't understand Talian fixation with freedom. Perhaps it was because B'jin had already tasted literal freedom during the Banishment, and wouldn't wish that on anyone. He wasn't sure, but his expression was a little sad as he let Talian drop the subject. The next one made him squirm a little to see the confusion in Talian's eyes, so he offered up an explanation.
"Suicide is an acceptable escape, Talian." B'jin said lowly, his voice serious and his eyes focusing on Talian's own. "A dragonrider would never deny someone an escape, but we usually encourage a drop between." He brushed his hair out of his face, frowning slightly. "Mostly, it's only when a dragon dies, and doesn't take their rider between with them." The horror B'jin felt at that situation was clear in his eyes. "I've dropped my share of mates into between." He shuddered. "The plague." Oh, the horror of those Turns. The dragon keen had gone on endlessly, just about from the start. So many lives lost! So many riders left, dragonless and insane.
"I don't want to lose you," the greenrider said softly, his tone serious as he leaned towards Talian, eyes dark and intense. "But we would drop you between if you really, really wanted to go." All considered, this was better. There was no coming back from between!
Larrikith twisted her head in B'jin's arms, to peer over her shoulder as she felt someone's grubby hands grab a hold of her and haul themselves atop her body. She was too tired to go poking in the mind of whomever it was, which was probably a good thing because she had rather unique ways of making a mind probing particularly painful. She was also too exhausted to send them flying off her tiny body, which was lucky, too, because there were a lot of walls and not a lot of space. When Valerian appeared in her line of sight, her eyes whirled from mildly annoyed to mildly amused and she gave his shoulder a gentle nuzzle as he passed her, realising with a start that he'd been one of those hovering over her when she'd awoken.
He kept his brat alive, Larrikith whispered into Valerian's mind, her tone lazy and soft as she nudged B'jin's chest before laying her head across his lap, and letting the man stroke her head and face lovingly. Having heard Larrikith's comment to the younger Harper, B'jin didn't bother to add his own input, tired eyes catching Valerian's before focusing back on his dragon; his reassurances, now, were as much for himself.
Where Valerian had been greeted with affection after climbing over her, Erisi was greeted with an indignant hiss and a sharp Do you mind?! as if she were not blocking the only way into the room, and how else was the young man meant to get in. Of course, Valerian had had the good taste to let her know it was him (even if Larrikith hadn't bothered to actually check at the time. She knew Erisi did no such thing, because he was more embarrassed about getting passed her than he was about apologising for where he stuck his grimy mitts!
The green dragon shifted warningly when she picked up the spike of emotion coming off Talian and the two new arrivals, her gaze flashing with mild alarm as she altered her position, while B'jin tensed up, frowning up at the three young men, but not quite prepared to force his poor body into standing once more. The greenrider cuddled his dragon's head as Talian went over the events from the previous night. The boy was awful at story telling, B'jin decided. Not nearly enough lead up and emphasis on the drama of the situation. B'jin, however, had absolutely no desire to retell it in order to simply give the story the dramatic flair it deserved.
Just as B'jin was opening his mouth to say as much to the young healer, Valerian beat him to a response by whacking Talian upside the head. B'jin's open mouth remained open as shock washed over his features, followed by a streak of anger, then irritation when Larrikith gave a warble of amusement. I knew I liked that kid for a reason, Larrikith broad cast to the entire room, her voice light and amused. B'jin will squawk like a wherry and wave his arms around like a weyrling, but I don't think he could land a hit on the wall of the Harper Hall if he tried.
"I hit you all the time, and you're at least six times as wide as the Harper Hall." B'jin responded without missing a beat, shoving his dragon's head off his lap and watching with satisfaction as she knocked her jaw on the floor. "Oops." He said sarcastically, before grimacing comically as he stood and rubbed his abused thighs, not really paying much attention as Valerian picked up the conversation with Talian.
Hey! What about me? Larrikith demanded indignantly of Valerian. She wasn't usually one to demand compliments, but she had played her part in the night before, and was rather proud of herself. Do you know how long it took me to wake him? She cast an irritated look at B'jin, who simply shrugged.
"You're the one that wanted the full body massage before bed, love, so don't blame me. Besides, I am going to be murdered by D'ren after the scene you made last night. We're already in the shit heap after you searched poor sharding Tal in the first place without checking his rank, and then you flew out of schedule and caused a huge scene and to top it all off, last night you turned half the Weyr into a sharding ball court with your tossing everyone around!" B'jin was raving at his dragon, throwing his arms around as he did so and jabbing his finger in her nose at intervals. His voice was several octaves higher than it should be as he finished his little rant; "Do you have any idea how dead I am?"
See? Larrikith said, totally ignoring B'jin, her eyes alight with amusement. Screeching like a wherry, and waving his arms around like a Weyrling. Pathetic, isn't it? B'jin paused for a moment, before he landed a heavy, bare footed kick in the side of Larrikith's neck. "OUT!" he roared, and the dragon vanished between from right there on the floor. Her laughter, however, was left echoing in the minds of all four men. B'jin rubbed his temples in exasperation.
Turning back to the two harpers and the healer, B'jin's expression was bland, though a smile lingered on the corner of his lips. Whether his previous anger had been played up, or he was really just that eccentric wasn't really determinable. "That dragon, is going to be the death of me." Unfortunately, that was a literal statement. As much as B'jin would rant and rave about her, he would never dare dream of actually living without her. When between called her, there would be nothing she could do to keep him from going along for the ride. In any case, B'jin turned to look at Erisi with a mild frown. "Don't hit him more than once, if you can avoid it. Poke him in the guts, maybe. Those are tender. It'll hurt without actually doing any damage. I think." He winked at Talian, indicating he was teasing, before making his way across the room to him.
"I really do have to go and see how much trouble that stupid dragon as got me in." Brushing Talian's hair back with one hand, he kissed the healer's forehead, totally ignorant of any embarrassment (or perhaps simply not caring) it might cause the young man. "Assuming the Weyrleader allows me to live, I'll be back later." His tone was dry, and more than a little worried. "Have fun, boys. Don't beat him up too much, please. Last night was exhausting and I don't want a repeat." Tossing a wink at Valerian and a small smile to Erisi, B'jin made his way out the door, but stopped in the frame. He looked back at Talian with a grimace.
"... You probably don't want to come out of there until after the mess Tornado Larri made of your Hall is cleaned up." Grinning impishly, B'jin ducked out the door and down the hall.
"Suicide is an acceptable escape, Talian." B'jin said lowly, his voice serious and his eyes focusing on Talian's own. "A dragonrider would never deny someone an escape, but we usually encourage a drop between." He brushed his hair out of his face, frowning slightly. "Mostly, it's only when a dragon dies, and doesn't take their rider between with them." The horror B'jin felt at that situation was clear in his eyes. "I've dropped my share of mates into between." He shuddered. "The plague." Oh, the horror of those Turns. The dragon keen had gone on endlessly, just about from the start. So many lives lost! So many riders left, dragonless and insane.
"I don't want to lose you," the greenrider said softly, his tone serious as he leaned towards Talian, eyes dark and intense. "But we would drop you between if you really, really wanted to go." All considered, this was better. There was no coming back from between!
Larrikith twisted her head in B'jin's arms, to peer over her shoulder as she felt someone's grubby hands grab a hold of her and haul themselves atop her body. She was too tired to go poking in the mind of whomever it was, which was probably a good thing because she had rather unique ways of making a mind probing particularly painful. She was also too exhausted to send them flying off her tiny body, which was lucky, too, because there were a lot of walls and not a lot of space. When Valerian appeared in her line of sight, her eyes whirled from mildly annoyed to mildly amused and she gave his shoulder a gentle nuzzle as he passed her, realising with a start that he'd been one of those hovering over her when she'd awoken.
He kept his brat alive, Larrikith whispered into Valerian's mind, her tone lazy and soft as she nudged B'jin's chest before laying her head across his lap, and letting the man stroke her head and face lovingly. Having heard Larrikith's comment to the younger Harper, B'jin didn't bother to add his own input, tired eyes catching Valerian's before focusing back on his dragon; his reassurances, now, were as much for himself.
Where Valerian had been greeted with affection after climbing over her, Erisi was greeted with an indignant hiss and a sharp Do you mind?! as if she were not blocking the only way into the room, and how else was the young man meant to get in. Of course, Valerian had had the good taste to let her know it was him (even if Larrikith hadn't bothered to actually check at the time. She knew Erisi did no such thing, because he was more embarrassed about getting passed her than he was about apologising for where he stuck his grimy mitts!
The green dragon shifted warningly when she picked up the spike of emotion coming off Talian and the two new arrivals, her gaze flashing with mild alarm as she altered her position, while B'jin tensed up, frowning up at the three young men, but not quite prepared to force his poor body into standing once more. The greenrider cuddled his dragon's head as Talian went over the events from the previous night. The boy was awful at story telling, B'jin decided. Not nearly enough lead up and emphasis on the drama of the situation. B'jin, however, had absolutely no desire to retell it in order to simply give the story the dramatic flair it deserved.
Just as B'jin was opening his mouth to say as much to the young healer, Valerian beat him to a response by whacking Talian upside the head. B'jin's open mouth remained open as shock washed over his features, followed by a streak of anger, then irritation when Larrikith gave a warble of amusement. I knew I liked that kid for a reason, Larrikith broad cast to the entire room, her voice light and amused. B'jin will squawk like a wherry and wave his arms around like a weyrling, but I don't think he could land a hit on the wall of the Harper Hall if he tried.
"I hit you all the time, and you're at least six times as wide as the Harper Hall." B'jin responded without missing a beat, shoving his dragon's head off his lap and watching with satisfaction as she knocked her jaw on the floor. "Oops." He said sarcastically, before grimacing comically as he stood and rubbed his abused thighs, not really paying much attention as Valerian picked up the conversation with Talian.
Hey! What about me? Larrikith demanded indignantly of Valerian. She wasn't usually one to demand compliments, but she had played her part in the night before, and was rather proud of herself. Do you know how long it took me to wake him? She cast an irritated look at B'jin, who simply shrugged.
"You're the one that wanted the full body massage before bed, love, so don't blame me. Besides, I am going to be murdered by D'ren after the scene you made last night. We're already in the shit heap after you searched poor sharding Tal in the first place without checking his rank, and then you flew out of schedule and caused a huge scene and to top it all off, last night you turned half the Weyr into a sharding ball court with your tossing everyone around!" B'jin was raving at his dragon, throwing his arms around as he did so and jabbing his finger in her nose at intervals. His voice was several octaves higher than it should be as he finished his little rant; "Do you have any idea how dead I am?"
See? Larrikith said, totally ignoring B'jin, her eyes alight with amusement. Screeching like a wherry, and waving his arms around like a Weyrling. Pathetic, isn't it? B'jin paused for a moment, before he landed a heavy, bare footed kick in the side of Larrikith's neck. "OUT!" he roared, and the dragon vanished between from right there on the floor. Her laughter, however, was left echoing in the minds of all four men. B'jin rubbed his temples in exasperation.
Turning back to the two harpers and the healer, B'jin's expression was bland, though a smile lingered on the corner of his lips. Whether his previous anger had been played up, or he was really just that eccentric wasn't really determinable. "That dragon, is going to be the death of me." Unfortunately, that was a literal statement. As much as B'jin would rant and rave about her, he would never dare dream of actually living without her. When between called her, there would be nothing she could do to keep him from going along for the ride. In any case, B'jin turned to look at Erisi with a mild frown. "Don't hit him more than once, if you can avoid it. Poke him in the guts, maybe. Those are tender. It'll hurt without actually doing any damage. I think." He winked at Talian, indicating he was teasing, before making his way across the room to him.
"I really do have to go and see how much trouble that stupid dragon as got me in." Brushing Talian's hair back with one hand, he kissed the healer's forehead, totally ignorant of any embarrassment (or perhaps simply not caring) it might cause the young man. "Assuming the Weyrleader allows me to live, I'll be back later." His tone was dry, and more than a little worried. "Have fun, boys. Don't beat him up too much, please. Last night was exhausting and I don't want a repeat." Tossing a wink at Valerian and a small smile to Erisi, B'jin made his way out the door, but stopped in the frame. He looked back at Talian with a grimace.
"... You probably don't want to come out of there until after the mess Tornado Larri made of your Hall is cleaned up." Grinning impishly, B'jin ducked out the door and down the hall.
