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21.May.12, 10:03 AM
B'jin smiled gently, a soft chuckle whispering past his lips at R'nd's quiet announcement. He was pretty sure he could find the energy to refill their cups, and was even gathering it up slowly when the bluerider finished his line of thought, and B'jin blinked once, before a small, somewhat impish smile formed on his lips. It grew visibly when R'nd shuffled toward a less vertical position, and B'jin altered his own weight, balancing himself on his knees and shuffling back himself without breaking the blurider's lightly encircled grip around his waist.
B'jin continued his careful shuffling without comment until R'nd was lying down, looking mostly comfortable. The greenrider's small smile was still in place, obviously amused by their silent antics, though he didn't make any move to break the quiet that surrounded them. When he was sure R'nd was content where he was lying, B'jin altered his own position, flopping down delicately so he was half sprawled beside, and half atop, the taller rider. Folding his arms placidly across R'nd's chest and resting his chin on top of his wrists, B'jin peered up at his friend from under his lashes, purring a soft, "Always," with the same quirky little smile.
B'jin eyed R'nd casually for a moment, eyes taking on a hazy thoughtful look. He could still see the questions burning on the edge of the man's grey eyes, just as he could see the desire to hold them at bay. B'jin's face brightened for a moment with warm gratitude, the greenrider leaning forward to give his friend a soft, fleeting kiss before leaning back, and his smile widened. Too much serious needed to be blown away with some silly, and since both their heads were pounding, it needed to be the quiet, playful kind of silly that didn't require thinking. That was something B'jin specialised in, and resulted in some of his favourite games with the classes of children he was told to educate. They had also been some of his favourite classes when he was a child. Harper craft wasn't just about songs and memorising boring crap and stupid lyrics.
It was about expanding the imagination and increasing the ability to think fast. "Red, yellow or orange?" he asked lightly, brown eyes sparkling and voice barely above a murmured whisper. The colours were chosen at random, and without link to the hide of either of their dragons. It was usually a pretty solid bet the first colour to come to mind would be that of the beast one rode. He curled closer to R'nd, pillowing his head on the blurider's chest and staring blankly at the wall across the room. The question was just a filler of space, and he didn't mind what direction R'nd took it in - answering, asking, ignoring.
A bit of both, the little green rplied, touching her nose lightly to Ayyonth's shoulder as he joined her, before indicating the direction in which she intended to lead him. Mostly the latter. I do not wish to tarnish a happy place with you spazzing out. Not that she'd remember after a week, at any rate, but that was irrelevant, as far as the little dragon was concerned. She didn't want to risk Ayyonth being uncomfortable in one of her more favoured places, any more than she wished to be reminded of it should she return there. Or for him to fear the trees she so loved, or fear her because she'd caused some situation in which he became frightened.
It is very pretty, though. Larrikith agreed, belatedly, as she lead the way down a path between the trees. Not that far out from the Weyr, it was travelled well enough by the humans to keep a path defined, though there was little in the way of undergrowth between the huge trunks of the trees.
B'jin continued his careful shuffling without comment until R'nd was lying down, looking mostly comfortable. The greenrider's small smile was still in place, obviously amused by their silent antics, though he didn't make any move to break the quiet that surrounded them. When he was sure R'nd was content where he was lying, B'jin altered his own position, flopping down delicately so he was half sprawled beside, and half atop, the taller rider. Folding his arms placidly across R'nd's chest and resting his chin on top of his wrists, B'jin peered up at his friend from under his lashes, purring a soft, "Always," with the same quirky little smile.
B'jin eyed R'nd casually for a moment, eyes taking on a hazy thoughtful look. He could still see the questions burning on the edge of the man's grey eyes, just as he could see the desire to hold them at bay. B'jin's face brightened for a moment with warm gratitude, the greenrider leaning forward to give his friend a soft, fleeting kiss before leaning back, and his smile widened. Too much serious needed to be blown away with some silly, and since both their heads were pounding, it needed to be the quiet, playful kind of silly that didn't require thinking. That was something B'jin specialised in, and resulted in some of his favourite games with the classes of children he was told to educate. They had also been some of his favourite classes when he was a child. Harper craft wasn't just about songs and memorising boring crap and stupid lyrics.
It was about expanding the imagination and increasing the ability to think fast. "Red, yellow or orange?" he asked lightly, brown eyes sparkling and voice barely above a murmured whisper. The colours were chosen at random, and without link to the hide of either of their dragons. It was usually a pretty solid bet the first colour to come to mind would be that of the beast one rode. He curled closer to R'nd, pillowing his head on the blurider's chest and staring blankly at the wall across the room. The question was just a filler of space, and he didn't mind what direction R'nd took it in - answering, asking, ignoring.
A bit of both, the little green rplied, touching her nose lightly to Ayyonth's shoulder as he joined her, before indicating the direction in which she intended to lead him. Mostly the latter. I do not wish to tarnish a happy place with you spazzing out. Not that she'd remember after a week, at any rate, but that was irrelevant, as far as the little dragon was concerned. She didn't want to risk Ayyonth being uncomfortable in one of her more favoured places, any more than she wished to be reminded of it should she return there. Or for him to fear the trees she so loved, or fear her because she'd caused some situation in which he became frightened.
It is very pretty, though. Larrikith agreed, belatedly, as she lead the way down a path between the trees. Not that far out from the Weyr, it was travelled well enough by the humans to keep a path defined, though there was little in the way of undergrowth between the huge trunks of the trees.
