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24.Jan.19, 09:58 AM
While B’jin had been teaching Indivara’s class while she recovered, he’d had a lot of time to study the young dragonriders-to-be, and he had not been at all immune to the ups and downs of the young female greenriders. He had noticed that Daelyne would, naturally, be fine. He’d had to stop more than one fight, and he’d seen more than young fellow Weyrling and no shortage of others sporting a black eye or bruises that he was quite sure had been the result of the spitfire’s fists. Not that he ever stepped in to stop it; B’jin figured that there wasn’t a lot he could do, not seeing it, and even if there was, well, it did a greenrider – especially a female greenrider – good to be able to defend herself.
Tala, he felt would glide along; with her two fellow classmates, she didn’t stand out much or call attention to herself. B’jin felt that she would probably handle being a greenrider well enough – she wouldn’t call attention to herself out int eh world, but at the same time, he had seen her stand up for herself and her friends. B’jin had no doubt that she would be fine. Her dragon had her back, as she should, and the girl seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. B’jin rather liked her, to be honest, and was quite proud of how she was coming along.
It was Vessaelia that worried B’jin, and as he stood on the outskirts of the class while Indivara led them through a series of exercises, he watched the girl in question with a quiet seriousness. She was lacklustre and uninvested; her relationship with her dragon was clearly (to him, at least) one sided. B’jin had no doubt that Vessaelia loved her little Tiath, the same way B’jin loved Larrikith… But he could see the lingering distaste, the lack of joy that was supposed to come with Impression. B’jin could relate to that, on a level he didn’t really think anyone but, perhaps, the girl would understand. B’jin knew his relationship with Larrikith was completely unknown by most, and utterly confusing to those who did know – R’nd tried, and B’jin had tried to explain – but it just wasn’t the same.
B’jin made his way through the class as Indivara went over the end of the lesson and dismissed them. He nodded to the young woman, and she watched him approach Vessaelia before turning her attention to someone else. B’jin continued until he was beside the girl; was it weird that the first thing he really noticed about her up close was the fact that her hair was even more vibrant when close? She was pretty, and that worried him almost as much as if she had been ugly. An ugly woman would have been abused; but a pretty one would be conquered in a whole other way, by men he had no doubt she should definitely keep away from. Hopefully she could find herself a weyrmate, if she didn’t already have one, or her dragon would mate to a brown or bronze. Keep them both safe.
“Vessaelia,” B’jin greeted quietly, smiling at the girl softly so that she’d know it was not a disciplinary visit, though it wasn’t exactly a social call, either. “Would you mind spending the afternoon with me? Larrikith would like to teach Tiath some hunting tricks, if she may.” B’jin offered his arm to Vessaelia in a courtly manner that he felt he didn’t get to play up very often. It was fun, and so familiar, to play the gentlemanly role that being a greenrider simply didn’t let him be often. B’jin missed all that might have been, had he never Impressed Larrikith, and he had a feeling Vessaelia was in that small, uncomfortable boat with him.
Tala, he felt would glide along; with her two fellow classmates, she didn’t stand out much or call attention to herself. B’jin felt that she would probably handle being a greenrider well enough – she wouldn’t call attention to herself out int eh world, but at the same time, he had seen her stand up for herself and her friends. B’jin had no doubt that she would be fine. Her dragon had her back, as she should, and the girl seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. B’jin rather liked her, to be honest, and was quite proud of how she was coming along.
It was Vessaelia that worried B’jin, and as he stood on the outskirts of the class while Indivara led them through a series of exercises, he watched the girl in question with a quiet seriousness. She was lacklustre and uninvested; her relationship with her dragon was clearly (to him, at least) one sided. B’jin had no doubt that Vessaelia loved her little Tiath, the same way B’jin loved Larrikith… But he could see the lingering distaste, the lack of joy that was supposed to come with Impression. B’jin could relate to that, on a level he didn’t really think anyone but, perhaps, the girl would understand. B’jin knew his relationship with Larrikith was completely unknown by most, and utterly confusing to those who did know – R’nd tried, and B’jin had tried to explain – but it just wasn’t the same.
B’jin made his way through the class as Indivara went over the end of the lesson and dismissed them. He nodded to the young woman, and she watched him approach Vessaelia before turning her attention to someone else. B’jin continued until he was beside the girl; was it weird that the first thing he really noticed about her up close was the fact that her hair was even more vibrant when close? She was pretty, and that worried him almost as much as if she had been ugly. An ugly woman would have been abused; but a pretty one would be conquered in a whole other way, by men he had no doubt she should definitely keep away from. Hopefully she could find herself a weyrmate, if she didn’t already have one, or her dragon would mate to a brown or bronze. Keep them both safe.
“Vessaelia,” B’jin greeted quietly, smiling at the girl softly so that she’d know it was not a disciplinary visit, though it wasn’t exactly a social call, either. “Would you mind spending the afternoon with me? Larrikith would like to teach Tiath some hunting tricks, if she may.” B’jin offered his arm to Vessaelia in a courtly manner that he felt he didn’t get to play up very often. It was fun, and so familiar, to play the gentlemanly role that being a greenrider simply didn’t let him be often. B’jin missed all that might have been, had he never Impressed Larrikith, and he had a feeling Vessaelia was in that small, uncomfortable boat with him.
