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15.Feb.18, 05:50 AM
B’jin laughed, amused. “Probably a good idea,” he said, eyes sparkling. N’mor was a tricky young man, but B’jin was impressed by the boy’s drive and ambition. He was glad N’mor was planning to do something with his life, and he hoped the young man did make it to a Weyrleader someday, though B’jin was quite sure he wouldn’t be living in whichever Weyr that happened to be. That would be awkward! For both of them! And B’jin didn’t like awkward, he liked simple and peaceful and R’nd… Especially when his legs were wrapped around the bluerider… A subtle smirk twisted over B’jin’s lips before he was interrupted by Z’rin. The greenrider blinked, and tilted his head.
“You have a kid?” He asked, surprised, and rather easily distracted from his fantasies that he would definitely have R’nd bringing to life later that night. “Amorandii was the sweetest little thing at eight,” B’jin mused, smiling wistfully. “She’s a proper little princess now, though. She was fostered to my sister, who is a close confidant of the Lady of Telgar.” Or something like that, anyway. B’jin didn’t care enough to remember his sisters exact rank, just that it was a good position for Amorandii to be in, and that she was both spoiled and well cared for by both women. “I’ve never seen so many dresses. Does Zararin like dresses? I’m sure Amorandii has some of her smaller ones still that she could part with.” He smirked, enjoying the idea of torturing his little girl by taking away the dresses that no longer fit her. Then again, maybe she was grown up enough to feel good about sharing her riches with someone else?
“You have a kid?” He asked, surprised, and rather easily distracted from his fantasies that he would definitely have R’nd bringing to life later that night. “Amorandii was the sweetest little thing at eight,” B’jin mused, smiling wistfully. “She’s a proper little princess now, though. She was fostered to my sister, who is a close confidant of the Lady of Telgar.” Or something like that, anyway. B’jin didn’t care enough to remember his sisters exact rank, just that it was a good position for Amorandii to be in, and that she was both spoiled and well cared for by both women. “I’ve never seen so many dresses. Does Zararin like dresses? I’m sure Amorandii has some of her smaller ones still that she could part with.” He smirked, enjoying the idea of torturing his little girl by taking away the dresses that no longer fit her. Then again, maybe she was grown up enough to feel good about sharing her riches with someone else?
