05.Aug.18, 02:58 AM
B’jin laughed, and shook his head slightly. He knew it was early, but he’d been so thoroughly woken up that it didn’t feel early, like it usually did. Like R’nd, B’jin did not like waking up before he had to, and that usually meant sleeping in until at least midday; later if he could get away with it! He generally made up for it by being someone who was up until a ridiculous hour of the night – writing, reading, planning lessons, chatting with R’nd (or more involved things with the bluerider).
“They’re still not talking,” B’jin sighed. N’mor was being rather tight lipped about how he was coping, but B’jin had seen his dragon on Z’rin’s ledge on and off over the past few weeks. He wasn’t sure what was going on there, but was willing to give their boys their space. To a degree, anyway; growth and all that. Despite the temptation to go and quiz the bluerider, B’jin had kept to himself (mostly, anyway. The pair of them were slippery fuckers. Probably dragons playing guard) and he was content to let R’nd handle his half of the troubled offspring.
A warm smile lit up B’jin’s face at the invitation to tag along and poke his nose in on A’tay and his young bronze, brown eyes sparkling with delight. He loved the young dragons, and while he didn’t actually have any issues with any of the other Weyrlingmasters (except G’rem) B’jin rather felt they didn’t do nearly as well at their job as he did. Not that he was biased or anything like that.
“Sounds fun,” he grinned. “Though I think Indamor was roaming around here somewhere last night.” Larrikith had told him the bronze had appeared in the late evening, though his son hadn’t come by to say hi; probably too busy getting laid by his bluerider friend. B’jin was still floored that the boy was involved with a bluerider. Maybe R’nd had been a better influence on the young man then either of them had realised?
“They’re still not talking,” B’jin sighed. N’mor was being rather tight lipped about how he was coping, but B’jin had seen his dragon on Z’rin’s ledge on and off over the past few weeks. He wasn’t sure what was going on there, but was willing to give their boys their space. To a degree, anyway; growth and all that. Despite the temptation to go and quiz the bluerider, B’jin had kept to himself (mostly, anyway. The pair of them were slippery fuckers. Probably dragons playing guard) and he was content to let R’nd handle his half of the troubled offspring.
A warm smile lit up B’jin’s face at the invitation to tag along and poke his nose in on A’tay and his young bronze, brown eyes sparkling with delight. He loved the young dragons, and while he didn’t actually have any issues with any of the other Weyrlingmasters (except G’rem) B’jin rather felt they didn’t do nearly as well at their job as he did. Not that he was biased or anything like that.
“Sounds fun,” he grinned. “Though I think Indamor was roaming around here somewhere last night.” Larrikith had told him the bronze had appeared in the late evening, though his son hadn’t come by to say hi; probably too busy getting laid by his bluerider friend. B’jin was still floored that the boy was involved with a bluerider. Maybe R’nd had been a better influence on the young man then either of them had realised?