20.Jan.18, 11:44 PM
B’jin smiled warmly as the boy turned to him, cup in one hand and plate in another. The greenrider moved past the young bronzerider, pouring himself a glass of cool fruit juice before making his way over to the table that T’ryn had laid claim to. Sliding into a seat opposite the young man, B’jin took a sip of his juice before snagging a cookie. He let the silence draw out as he took a bite of the sweet treat, savouring the sweetness. Once he’d swallowed, he shook his head slightly in answer to the question that had been asked of him.
“I’m not,” he replied honestly, though he had a piece to give to N’mor, he was as happy to hold onto it until the boy came to see him as he was to hand it over that day. “I was looking for you, actually.” He grinned behind his glass of juice, delaying while he took a sip, so he could watch the play of emotions on the young bronzerider’s face. The boy was growing up, and quite well (he definitely took after his father) but B’jin had always enjoyed teasing N’mor, and he saw no reason to not bestow the treatment upon his best friend. They had been particularly fun to tease during Weyrlinghood, and if either of them thought they would escape now they were big bad bronzeriders, well, more fool them!
Lowering his glass after he took another sip, B’jin set it down on the table and then twisted to reach into his bag, pulling out a roll of parchment with a bronze string around it. He peered into the roll, frowned, and then put it aside and pulled out another one. Glancing down the funnel, he smiled and then handed the rolled up parchment to T’ryn, waiting patiently for his past student to take it. “I have a gift for you!” He grinned, delighting as he waited for the response. “You lot graduated three years ago, and I thought it should be celebrated.”
“I’m not,” he replied honestly, though he had a piece to give to N’mor, he was as happy to hold onto it until the boy came to see him as he was to hand it over that day. “I was looking for you, actually.” He grinned behind his glass of juice, delaying while he took a sip, so he could watch the play of emotions on the young bronzerider’s face. The boy was growing up, and quite well (he definitely took after his father) but B’jin had always enjoyed teasing N’mor, and he saw no reason to not bestow the treatment upon his best friend. They had been particularly fun to tease during Weyrlinghood, and if either of them thought they would escape now they were big bad bronzeriders, well, more fool them!
Lowering his glass after he took another sip, B’jin set it down on the table and then twisted to reach into his bag, pulling out a roll of parchment with a bronze string around it. He peered into the roll, frowned, and then put it aside and pulled out another one. Glancing down the funnel, he smiled and then handed the rolled up parchment to T’ryn, waiting patiently for his past student to take it. “I have a gift for you!” He grinned, delighting as he waited for the response. “You lot graduated three years ago, and I thought it should be celebrated.”