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23.Dec.17, 07:08 AM
B’jin was rather selfish when it came to his art. He enjoyed creating it, but was more prone to keeping it to himself than he ever was with sharing it. There were exceptions, of course, he loved giving piece of art to R’nd, to the extent that their shared weyr was filled with art, both framed and not. But R’nd was an exception, not a rule. That said, B’jin had often gifted his Weyrlings with pieces of art, and as he realised that N’mor and his class were now three years graduated, B’jin had decided to gift each of them with a piece of art.
Going through each member of that group, B’jin made sure to personalise each piece of art, focusing on memorable moments in their lives, but also good memorable moments; he didn’t do anything related to the landslide, except for N’mor’s missing arm. That alone was more than enough of a reminder of the most horrifying moment in recent dragonrider history. The scenes he sketeched in shades of grey varied from freshly hatched Impressions, to first ridden flights, hunting, bathing and sunning. They were designed to capture personality and fun times. B’jin took pride in the pieces he created, and enjoyed delivering them to the young riders as a gift for their third-year-since-graduation gifts.
That morning, with a kiss to R’nd and a warm smile, B’jin set about putting straps on Larrikith and settling himself on board, artwork secured in a small bag he had placed in his lap. He was excited and pleased with himself as the pair set off to visit Ista, where B’jin knew N’mor was living now, along with a couple of other past students he had artwork for. They arrived to a bright morning, and B’jin looked around with interest; it was his first visit to Ista, as he hadn’t bothered when the Weyr was being opened up and while he loved his son, the boy visited him enough that B’jin didn’t feel the need to seek him out.
Directing Larrikith towards the Weyr, he had the spunky green seek out the people he was interested in finding. It was quickly noted that Casa was at the lake bathing her gold, so they headed their first, with B’jin presenting the young goldrider with her gift before excusing himself after polite conversation and moving on to searching for the other past Weyrlings. His son was apparently off doing whatever it was N’mor did when he wasn’t home, so B’jin angled for T’ryn, finding the young man in the dining caverns he approached with a cheerful smile.
“T’ryn! Have a moment?”
Going through each member of that group, B’jin made sure to personalise each piece of art, focusing on memorable moments in their lives, but also good memorable moments; he didn’t do anything related to the landslide, except for N’mor’s missing arm. That alone was more than enough of a reminder of the most horrifying moment in recent dragonrider history. The scenes he sketeched in shades of grey varied from freshly hatched Impressions, to first ridden flights, hunting, bathing and sunning. They were designed to capture personality and fun times. B’jin took pride in the pieces he created, and enjoyed delivering them to the young riders as a gift for their third-year-since-graduation gifts.
That morning, with a kiss to R’nd and a warm smile, B’jin set about putting straps on Larrikith and settling himself on board, artwork secured in a small bag he had placed in his lap. He was excited and pleased with himself as the pair set off to visit Ista, where B’jin knew N’mor was living now, along with a couple of other past students he had artwork for. They arrived to a bright morning, and B’jin looked around with interest; it was his first visit to Ista, as he hadn’t bothered when the Weyr was being opened up and while he loved his son, the boy visited him enough that B’jin didn’t feel the need to seek him out.
Directing Larrikith towards the Weyr, he had the spunky green seek out the people he was interested in finding. It was quickly noted that Casa was at the lake bathing her gold, so they headed their first, with B’jin presenting the young goldrider with her gift before excusing himself after polite conversation and moving on to searching for the other past Weyrlings. His son was apparently off doing whatever it was N’mor did when he wasn’t home, so B’jin angled for T’ryn, finding the young man in the dining caverns he approached with a cheerful smile.
“T’ryn! Have a moment?”
