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29.May.18, 02:58 AM
B’jin came to with the slowness of someone fighting to remain asleep; unfortunately, with screaming firelizards fluttering around his head and Larrikith’s deep amusement on the edge of his mind, sleep was quickly flung to the depths of between and B’jin sighed as he rolled over, untangling himself from R’nd and staring up at the shadowy forms of the firelizards flying around the room. There were too many. “Shimmer?” A frown was as much in his voice as it was on his face. “You’re supposed to be with N’mor.” Funny, how easily N’mor’s honorific had come to him, while others – such as Valerian – would always retain their full name in his mind.
Shimmer screeched, and landed on his chest, chittering excitedly. Leaning over, B’jin flicked the shade off his glow light, and the room was lit up softly. His frowning face followed the antis of Rell and… who was that blue? He groaned unhappily and buried his face in R’nd’s neck. “Why, Rin?” He asked rhetorically, quickly getting distracted by his lover’s neck and the soft rise of R’nd’s heartrate as indicated by the vein in his neck. Smiling to himself, B’jin licked R’nd’s neck and nibbled sensually before Shimmer shrieked, landing on R’nd’s head and shrieking again. Larrikith’s laughter was loud and vocal as B’jin jerked back from his blueriding lover and sighed dramatically again. “Really?” He grumbled. Honestly. They had time. Hatchlings always took forever to actually get to the Hatching part.
Grumbling, B’jin slid out of bed and found some clean clothing. Giving R’nd a grumpy look, B’jin kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped out of the weyr to go find an empty bath. Bathing together would be a bad idea, if they wanted to end up in Ista any time soon… Smirking to himself cheerfully, B’jin set about bathing and making his way back to the weyr in good time, finding Larrikith awake and ready to be strapped up when he re-entered. R’nd was gone, but since Ayyonth was still on the ledge, B’jin figured his mate was probably in a bath himself, or foraging in the kitchen. He hoped it was the latter. He hadn’t thought of food until that moment and Hatchings took forever and he would definitely be dying of starvation by the time they actually got to eat.
When R’nd appeared (from the baths, apparently, judging by his wet hair) B’jin jumped at the chance to go with and collected Eridella and Benden. B’jin quickly charmed the woman onto Larrikith, leaving Benden in his father’s hands, though he did make a point to stress the length of the Hatching and nodded in approval when Eridella had snack bags brought, mostly for Benden, but also for B’jin who laughed and kissed her cheek. Shortly thereafter they arrived in Ista. The cold of between worked well at making sure everyone was well and truly awake, especially in contrast to the muggy heat of Ista. B’jin grimaced, glad he was in Telgar these days. He never had taken to the weather at Katila and he was glad to be away from it.
Larrikith flew in low into the Hatching Grounds, skimming over the heads of the people milling around, and making her way towards Rhezalth. She eyed Nadioth warily before closing the distance, keeping the bronze dragon between herself and the gold, as she landed and touched noses with the younger dragon. B’jin, who had seen N’mor look over into the stands, was busy scanning the faces there before he spotted the likely person, since the bluerider – bluerider! – was still staring at N’mor. B’jin’s eyebrows lifted, and he bit down on a smile, though Eridella’s expression belied that she had seen the exchange too. Sliding off the dragon, B’jin helped Eridella down and squeezed her hand, flashing her a bright smile, positively trembling in delight at finding out something he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to know about!
“N’mor!” B’jin called cheerfully as he strode over to his son, wrapping the boy in a tight hug before letting him go and grinning at him. “Excited?” he teased, throwing a subtle glance in the direction of Z’rin, and lifting his eyebrows at the young bronzerider. He watched with great interest the way N’mor’s face lost and gained colour in quick succession before smoothing out into his usual stoic expression. Laughing, B’jin wrapped an arm around N’mor’s shoulders and turned them both towards the Sands. “Anyone you’re really hoping will Impress?” he asked, still grinning.
Shimmer screeched, and landed on his chest, chittering excitedly. Leaning over, B’jin flicked the shade off his glow light, and the room was lit up softly. His frowning face followed the antis of Rell and… who was that blue? He groaned unhappily and buried his face in R’nd’s neck. “Why, Rin?” He asked rhetorically, quickly getting distracted by his lover’s neck and the soft rise of R’nd’s heartrate as indicated by the vein in his neck. Smiling to himself, B’jin licked R’nd’s neck and nibbled sensually before Shimmer shrieked, landing on R’nd’s head and shrieking again. Larrikith’s laughter was loud and vocal as B’jin jerked back from his blueriding lover and sighed dramatically again. “Really?” He grumbled. Honestly. They had time. Hatchlings always took forever to actually get to the Hatching part.
Grumbling, B’jin slid out of bed and found some clean clothing. Giving R’nd a grumpy look, B’jin kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped out of the weyr to go find an empty bath. Bathing together would be a bad idea, if they wanted to end up in Ista any time soon… Smirking to himself cheerfully, B’jin set about bathing and making his way back to the weyr in good time, finding Larrikith awake and ready to be strapped up when he re-entered. R’nd was gone, but since Ayyonth was still on the ledge, B’jin figured his mate was probably in a bath himself, or foraging in the kitchen. He hoped it was the latter. He hadn’t thought of food until that moment and Hatchings took forever and he would definitely be dying of starvation by the time they actually got to eat.
When R’nd appeared (from the baths, apparently, judging by his wet hair) B’jin jumped at the chance to go with and collected Eridella and Benden. B’jin quickly charmed the woman onto Larrikith, leaving Benden in his father’s hands, though he did make a point to stress the length of the Hatching and nodded in approval when Eridella had snack bags brought, mostly for Benden, but also for B’jin who laughed and kissed her cheek. Shortly thereafter they arrived in Ista. The cold of between worked well at making sure everyone was well and truly awake, especially in contrast to the muggy heat of Ista. B’jin grimaced, glad he was in Telgar these days. He never had taken to the weather at Katila and he was glad to be away from it.
Larrikith flew in low into the Hatching Grounds, skimming over the heads of the people milling around, and making her way towards Rhezalth. She eyed Nadioth warily before closing the distance, keeping the bronze dragon between herself and the gold, as she landed and touched noses with the younger dragon. B’jin, who had seen N’mor look over into the stands, was busy scanning the faces there before he spotted the likely person, since the bluerider – bluerider! – was still staring at N’mor. B’jin’s eyebrows lifted, and he bit down on a smile, though Eridella’s expression belied that she had seen the exchange too. Sliding off the dragon, B’jin helped Eridella down and squeezed her hand, flashing her a bright smile, positively trembling in delight at finding out something he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to know about!
“N’mor!” B’jin called cheerfully as he strode over to his son, wrapping the boy in a tight hug before letting him go and grinning at him. “Excited?” he teased, throwing a subtle glance in the direction of Z’rin, and lifting his eyebrows at the young bronzerider. He watched with great interest the way N’mor’s face lost and gained colour in quick succession before smoothing out into his usual stoic expression. Laughing, B’jin wrapped an arm around N’mor’s shoulders and turned them both towards the Sands. “Anyone you’re really hoping will Impress?” he asked, still grinning.
