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01.Mar.18, 07:02 AM
“You’re welcome,” B’jin grinned, pleased his gift was so well received. He had gifted the class pieces of art before, but they’d been smaller, and more focused on faces that scenes; he remembered clearly sketching out images of serious faces of weyrling riders as they tried to teach their dragonet something; the fun expressions said dragonets could pull as they attempted things that they now took for granted – like flying solo for the first time, or hunting the small animals that were brought in for them to learn on. Oh, the good old days! B’jin smiled wistfully, and wondered when he’d pick up another class. There had been twelve clutches at Telgar since the abandoning of Katila, but B’jin had not felt drawn to any of them. He decided he would look into one of the upcoming clutches. He missed teaching the young riders all the things they needed to know to become fully-fledged dragonriders.
“That sounds wonderful,” B’jin beamed, delighted. It didn’t matter to him how much traffic T’ryn had in his weyr, or even if he’d wanted to keep it privately hung in his bedroom, the fact that he wanted to hang it up on a wall so he could enjoy it each day was more than B’jin could ask for in a recipient of one of his pieces of art.
B’jin laughed at the comment about the other Weyrlingmasters. “Probably not,” he smiled, “But not everyone can draw,” he smirked, knowing that was not really what T’ryn had meant, and the wink he tossed the young bronzerider acknowledged that. Picking up another cookie, B’jin nibbled on it casually. Being able to supply his own gifts to his past students was something that not everyone could do. Certainly, if one of the other Weyrlingmasters wanted to provide gifts, they’d probably have to purchase them themselves, and considering some of the clutch sizes, that could get very expensive!
“Thank you for sharing the cookies. You should dump what you don’t want on N’mor.” His son had a sweet tooth about as bad as R’nd’s did, though he doubted either of them would ever admit as much. “I had best be on my way. I still have a handful of wayward students to find, including my son.” Smiling again, B’jin finished off his glass of juice, stole another cookie (with another wink) and stood up. He paused for a moment. “I’ll catch you later, T’ryn. Drop by and see your dad sometime.” He considered for a moment. “Check in with our dragons before you drop in,” he teased, smirking wickedly at what the comment would imply to the teenager, and then turned and almost skipped away, his steps light and cheerful.
“That sounds wonderful,” B’jin beamed, delighted. It didn’t matter to him how much traffic T’ryn had in his weyr, or even if he’d wanted to keep it privately hung in his bedroom, the fact that he wanted to hang it up on a wall so he could enjoy it each day was more than B’jin could ask for in a recipient of one of his pieces of art.
B’jin laughed at the comment about the other Weyrlingmasters. “Probably not,” he smiled, “But not everyone can draw,” he smirked, knowing that was not really what T’ryn had meant, and the wink he tossed the young bronzerider acknowledged that. Picking up another cookie, B’jin nibbled on it casually. Being able to supply his own gifts to his past students was something that not everyone could do. Certainly, if one of the other Weyrlingmasters wanted to provide gifts, they’d probably have to purchase them themselves, and considering some of the clutch sizes, that could get very expensive!
“Thank you for sharing the cookies. You should dump what you don’t want on N’mor.” His son had a sweet tooth about as bad as R’nd’s did, though he doubted either of them would ever admit as much. “I had best be on my way. I still have a handful of wayward students to find, including my son.” Smiling again, B’jin finished off his glass of juice, stole another cookie (with another wink) and stood up. He paused for a moment. “I’ll catch you later, T’ryn. Drop by and see your dad sometime.” He considered for a moment. “Check in with our dragons before you drop in,” he teased, smirking wickedly at what the comment would imply to the teenager, and then turned and almost skipped away, his steps light and cheerful.
