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14.Mar.12, 05:34 AM
Val, Larrikith whispered, taking note of the young man that had stopped just beyond her reach. She crooned softly to him, causing B'jin to shift his posture slightly so he could see what was going on behind him. Seeing the young harper with his dragon, B'jin nodded almost invisibly, though his face didn't shift from the blank expression that claimed it.
Your healer brat and his lover are coming, too, the little dragon added quietly, settling her wings against her side with and irritable twitch as B'jin turned and his eyes met Talian's briefly and flicked over Erisi, who looked decidedly ill. Interesting. Crouching down beside Valerian, Larrikith nuzzled his chest with her nose, blowing warm air though his shirt as she did so. Thank you, she said simply, the words foreign but coming out with ease as she touched on the minds of the three young men, giving the additional harper a curious glance before snuggling close to Valerian, her breathing short and shallow as she watched with apprehension.
B'jin's lips pursed as he watched the three youngsters talking quietly, their faces drawn and nervous. Tell them to stop looking like they're attending my funeral! He snapped, half irritable half exasperated. Larrikith snorted, but did as she was told, touching lightly on the minds of all three young men. B'jin says to stop looking so dour, he's not going to die. Her voice was tight with tension, but her eyes flashed with a rapid swirl of dark amusement before spinning back into darker tones to fit her stressed mood. Weyrlife isn't always flashy. B'jin's been lashed before. He'll be fine. She didn't add that the person who had done the lashing had been his wingleader, and a man with a soft spot for both B'jin's quirky comebacks and greenriders in general. He'd gotten three lashes for being cheeky when she was about six, that had barely been worth the effort of removing his shirt; it had also been held privately. Larrikith had quickly realised this was not going to be as easy as B'jin was still hoping it would be.
R'nd! Larrikith shot an image of the bluerider into B'jin's mind, and the man twisted to spot him, eyes brightening considerably before a scowl lit his face as he took in the man's obviously sleep deprived face. Giving his head a slight shake, teasing the man, B'jin sent him a wink even as he touched on Larrikith's mind. The little green gave a soft chirp of amusement as she sought out Ayyonth's mind, speaking with soft laughter, momentarily forgetting about her worries. B'jin says that guilt is not his preferred method for losing sleep. She paused. B'jin will make it up to him later. Whether the last part was a promise from the dragon or the rider, was for the other pair to determine as both Larrikith and B'jin's attention was drawn by the steps S'kef took, approaching the rider and looking far too happy about the task he was about to under take.
"S'kef," B'jin replied, his tone cordial. An eyebrow arched, and he gave the brownrider a dry look. "Not long enough." Never long enough, the greenrider thought with agitation, his gaze catching D'ren's, eyes near blank with the lack of B'jin's usual fire within them. The single word the Weyrleader spoke, however, sent B'jin physically reeling, eyes widening with sudden horror. Twenty?! The blood drained from his face. He was going to be out of commission for weeks! A month? Behind him, curled up as she was around the three men, with her head leaning against Valerian's side, Larrikith let out a mew of horror, her eyes spinning rapidly. All occurred within the moment of silence between D'ren's word and S'kef's next sentence.
B'jin's face hardened, stance stiffening as he glared up at the brownrider. He crossed his arms, gripping the opposite hems and he lifted the white shirt in a fluid motion, tugging it over his head. He dropped the right hem, flicked his left wrist to gather the material as a bundle in his left hand, and tossed the item at R'nd without taking his burning brown eyes from S'kef. He paused for a moment, incredibly aware of the few scattered love marks across his torso, before he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and the Weyrsecond and his smug expression. He stopped only when they were toe to toe, with the shorter man leaning forward and rising up on his toes, with his expression a mask of steel B'jin hissed too lowly for the crowd to hear, into S'kef's face: "I will always be D'ren's favourite." He held his position for three heartbeats, before stepping back and away, expression hard.
Larrikith gave a moan of distress, the sound too low for any but the three young candidates she stood with to hear. She shifted uncomfortably, eyes whirling rapidly with worry as she moved her head around, staring at Talian with one intense eye. Her mind touched his with gentle fingers, the little green ignoring his unconscious shudder. She included Valerian in her words, and after a slight pause, Erisi as well. B'jin just said something very unwise. Talian, I need you to focus. Please. This is going to be bad, and he is going to need you, but you must promise not to interfere. Talian? Her voice was frantic, as she nosed Valerian, including him in her demand. The little dragon felt she was going to explode from the stress, and her mind latched onto Ayyonth in desperation.
B'jin's words were unwise. This is going to be very, very bad. There was horror, and fear in her voice. She remembered B'jin after her first flight - by his own memories - and she knew that the man with the whip detested her rider; she knew B'jin knew that. But using his own punishment to bring up past and present grievances between the two riders was more than Larrikith could understand, for all her intelligence. She had no idea what B'jin was playing at, and her anxiety was increasing the further B'jin restricted their bond in preparation for what was to come. She gave a creel of distress, her body swaying as she stood, eyes spinning so fast the motion would have been impossible to see, except that the colours were changing almost as fast, creating a rainbow of hot colours.
B'jin dropped to one knee with his back to the crowd. Folding one arm across his thigh, the other hand resting lightly on the ground beside him, B'jin fought the temptation to tense the muscles of his back. His jaw was clenched visibly; he would not be crying out. The last thing he was going to do was give the brownrider glorying over him any more reasons to enjoy his current assignment. His fingers curled into a white knuckled fist as the first blow was landed, but he didn't make a sound; as the first portion of the punishment continued, B'jin remained stoically silent, listening to the sound of S'kef's joyful counting. By the time he paused at fifteen, B'jin was coated in sweat, and his breath was whistling between his teeth, each one heavy and laboured. B'jin's whole body shuddered, thrumming with the pain centred in his back; his next desperate intake of oxygen was a decidedly breathy sob. The motion pulled in a bad way, and B'jin hissed viciously between his teeth as he froze.
Larrikith stood with the side of her face pressed into Valerian's stomach, though the eye facing the world was fixed decidedly on B'jin, barely blinking as she shuddered at each lash. B'jin was managing to keep most of the pain to himself, though his grip was wearing off as the punishment continued, and even his remarkable tolerance for pain was beginning to wear away, cracking under the forceful administrations of the Weyrsecond's whip. There were tears mixed with the sweat pouring off the man's face, Larrikith knew, but lied relentlessly to the man as she insisted no one else could see. He wouldn't be able to hold up under the next five, she knew, but she was so proud, and she loved him so, and with her small face pressed solidly to Valerian, Larrikith fed B'jin a combination of lies, love, and strength.
Your healer brat and his lover are coming, too, the little dragon added quietly, settling her wings against her side with and irritable twitch as B'jin turned and his eyes met Talian's briefly and flicked over Erisi, who looked decidedly ill. Interesting. Crouching down beside Valerian, Larrikith nuzzled his chest with her nose, blowing warm air though his shirt as she did so. Thank you, she said simply, the words foreign but coming out with ease as she touched on the minds of the three young men, giving the additional harper a curious glance before snuggling close to Valerian, her breathing short and shallow as she watched with apprehension.
B'jin's lips pursed as he watched the three youngsters talking quietly, their faces drawn and nervous. Tell them to stop looking like they're attending my funeral! He snapped, half irritable half exasperated. Larrikith snorted, but did as she was told, touching lightly on the minds of all three young men. B'jin says to stop looking so dour, he's not going to die. Her voice was tight with tension, but her eyes flashed with a rapid swirl of dark amusement before spinning back into darker tones to fit her stressed mood. Weyrlife isn't always flashy. B'jin's been lashed before. He'll be fine. She didn't add that the person who had done the lashing had been his wingleader, and a man with a soft spot for both B'jin's quirky comebacks and greenriders in general. He'd gotten three lashes for being cheeky when she was about six, that had barely been worth the effort of removing his shirt; it had also been held privately. Larrikith had quickly realised this was not going to be as easy as B'jin was still hoping it would be.
R'nd! Larrikith shot an image of the bluerider into B'jin's mind, and the man twisted to spot him, eyes brightening considerably before a scowl lit his face as he took in the man's obviously sleep deprived face. Giving his head a slight shake, teasing the man, B'jin sent him a wink even as he touched on Larrikith's mind. The little green gave a soft chirp of amusement as she sought out Ayyonth's mind, speaking with soft laughter, momentarily forgetting about her worries. B'jin says that guilt is not his preferred method for losing sleep. She paused. B'jin will make it up to him later. Whether the last part was a promise from the dragon or the rider, was for the other pair to determine as both Larrikith and B'jin's attention was drawn by the steps S'kef took, approaching the rider and looking far too happy about the task he was about to under take.
"S'kef," B'jin replied, his tone cordial. An eyebrow arched, and he gave the brownrider a dry look. "Not long enough." Never long enough, the greenrider thought with agitation, his gaze catching D'ren's, eyes near blank with the lack of B'jin's usual fire within them. The single word the Weyrleader spoke, however, sent B'jin physically reeling, eyes widening with sudden horror. Twenty?! The blood drained from his face. He was going to be out of commission for weeks! A month? Behind him, curled up as she was around the three men, with her head leaning against Valerian's side, Larrikith let out a mew of horror, her eyes spinning rapidly. All occurred within the moment of silence between D'ren's word and S'kef's next sentence.
B'jin's face hardened, stance stiffening as he glared up at the brownrider. He crossed his arms, gripping the opposite hems and he lifted the white shirt in a fluid motion, tugging it over his head. He dropped the right hem, flicked his left wrist to gather the material as a bundle in his left hand, and tossed the item at R'nd without taking his burning brown eyes from S'kef. He paused for a moment, incredibly aware of the few scattered love marks across his torso, before he stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and the Weyrsecond and his smug expression. He stopped only when they were toe to toe, with the shorter man leaning forward and rising up on his toes, with his expression a mask of steel B'jin hissed too lowly for the crowd to hear, into S'kef's face: "I will always be D'ren's favourite." He held his position for three heartbeats, before stepping back and away, expression hard.
Larrikith gave a moan of distress, the sound too low for any but the three young candidates she stood with to hear. She shifted uncomfortably, eyes whirling rapidly with worry as she moved her head around, staring at Talian with one intense eye. Her mind touched his with gentle fingers, the little green ignoring his unconscious shudder. She included Valerian in her words, and after a slight pause, Erisi as well. B'jin just said something very unwise. Talian, I need you to focus. Please. This is going to be bad, and he is going to need you, but you must promise not to interfere. Talian? Her voice was frantic, as she nosed Valerian, including him in her demand. The little dragon felt she was going to explode from the stress, and her mind latched onto Ayyonth in desperation.
B'jin's words were unwise. This is going to be very, very bad. There was horror, and fear in her voice. She remembered B'jin after her first flight - by his own memories - and she knew that the man with the whip detested her rider; she knew B'jin knew that. But using his own punishment to bring up past and present grievances between the two riders was more than Larrikith could understand, for all her intelligence. She had no idea what B'jin was playing at, and her anxiety was increasing the further B'jin restricted their bond in preparation for what was to come. She gave a creel of distress, her body swaying as she stood, eyes spinning so fast the motion would have been impossible to see, except that the colours were changing almost as fast, creating a rainbow of hot colours.
B'jin dropped to one knee with his back to the crowd. Folding one arm across his thigh, the other hand resting lightly on the ground beside him, B'jin fought the temptation to tense the muscles of his back. His jaw was clenched visibly; he would not be crying out. The last thing he was going to do was give the brownrider glorying over him any more reasons to enjoy his current assignment. His fingers curled into a white knuckled fist as the first blow was landed, but he didn't make a sound; as the first portion of the punishment continued, B'jin remained stoically silent, listening to the sound of S'kef's joyful counting. By the time he paused at fifteen, B'jin was coated in sweat, and his breath was whistling between his teeth, each one heavy and laboured. B'jin's whole body shuddered, thrumming with the pain centred in his back; his next desperate intake of oxygen was a decidedly breathy sob. The motion pulled in a bad way, and B'jin hissed viciously between his teeth as he froze.
Larrikith stood with the side of her face pressed into Valerian's stomach, though the eye facing the world was fixed decidedly on B'jin, barely blinking as she shuddered at each lash. B'jin was managing to keep most of the pain to himself, though his grip was wearing off as the punishment continued, and even his remarkable tolerance for pain was beginning to wear away, cracking under the forceful administrations of the Weyrsecond's whip. There were tears mixed with the sweat pouring off the man's face, Larrikith knew, but lied relentlessly to the man as she insisted no one else could see. He wouldn't be able to hold up under the next five, she knew, but she was so proud, and she loved him so, and with her small face pressed solidly to Valerian, Larrikith fed B'jin a combination of lies, love, and strength.
