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28.May.12, 07:59 AM
R’nd stirred back into consciousness yet again, slowly and with a moan of protest. He shifted slightly, remembering B’jin was curled up with him and pondered going back to sleep though he was feeling considerably better compared to the last time he was awake. It was only when the drowsy bluerider realized his hand wasn’t holding another and grey eyes cautiously opened that R’nd gave up on the idea and sat up. He was lacking in a greenrider beside him and given the change in the light coming through his window, R’nd concluded he had been asleep for a few hours. No wonder B’jin was long gone! The man seemed to be in perfect health earlier and wouldn’t need to spend the day sleeping so it made sense for B’jin to have packed up and headed home. Yet, when his mind reached out for Ayyonth, he found his blue was still in the company of Larrikith without a rider in sight.
Confused, R’nd made his way out of bed, much more gracefully than he had that morning, and padded barefoot across his room, stumbling unknowingly on the same shirt that tripped up B’jin earlier. He caught himself on the doorframe and quickly righted himself as he glared at the culprit. Was that B’jin’s? As he wondered if his friend had stolen a shirt to walk home in or if it meant B’jin was still around, R’nd found his answer curled up on a chair at a table in his living room. A smile appeared but before he could call out a greeting, grey eyes took in the parchment strewn about the floor and the table with B’jin hunched over another, the soft sounds of charcoal moving with precision strokes softly filling the air. Two things came to his mind right then with the first being excitement that B’jin truly had meant he had no desire to go outside that day and would stay inside with him. The other, though, was the more pressing issue; he had parchment? He didn’t use it that much but R’nd was glad he had some in stock.
He made no attempt to move silently, figuring it was probably best not to scare an artist lost in his work, and that was how R’nd was currently viewing B’jin. The man hadn’t flinched or greeted him yet so it was likely his stumbling about hadn’t been heard. Perhaps all those turns of sneaking out on lovers that were getting too clingy had made him a bit too stealthy! As he neared his target, R’nd announced his presence with some random babble, hoping to catch B’jin’s attention and make him smile over his own bout of quirkiness. “And so the handsome lord woke once more, feeling infinitely better but also rather curious about what his friend is up to.”
Coming up to stand beside B’jin, R’nd took in the drawings at the parchment scattered around, still amazed at the man’s talent and wondering if they were rejected pieces or that was how a genius stored his work. Either way, R’nd was careful about where he stepped and moved to slip behind B’jin and hands went to the man’s bare shoulders to knead in a light massage. “I’m sorry for falling asleep again but I’m happy to see you weren’t bored into leaving.”
Ayyonth squawked, startled, every time Larrikith managed to sneak up on him and catch him instead of the other way around. She had the obvious advantage with her smaller size but her pretty mossy hide blended in nicely with their surroundings while his own cerulean hide stood out quite awkwardly. The sunlight that filtered through the canopy of leaves was warm and beckoned to Ayyonth to go sunning but it, too, was a hindrance to their game as he felt like he was a glowing beacon amongst the dull bark and ground. Still, he made the best of it, too focused on the challenge and attempting to track Larrikith’s moves to be to put out by the obstacles.
Unless the obstacles were the trees themselves that suddenly appeared in front of him. Several times Ayyonth had to skid to a stop to avoid getting caught up in low branches or tight spaces that the little green slipped through easily. He was learning her tricky ways though, and started to stand still to listen in silence for her movements instead of simply following her path like so often worked in the sky. When he heard her off to his left, Ayyonth turned and headed in the same direction, hoping to cut her off before she skittered on by him again.
Pleased that it was his friend and not a feline he had come up on, Ayyonth leapt out and batted at her tail, trilling his delight as he did so and bugling in triumph upon making the connection. He saw no need to pin her as if they were in an actual flight, content enough to simply show he could keep up with her; or at least find his own clever way of catching her.
Confused, R’nd made his way out of bed, much more gracefully than he had that morning, and padded barefoot across his room, stumbling unknowingly on the same shirt that tripped up B’jin earlier. He caught himself on the doorframe and quickly righted himself as he glared at the culprit. Was that B’jin’s? As he wondered if his friend had stolen a shirt to walk home in or if it meant B’jin was still around, R’nd found his answer curled up on a chair at a table in his living room. A smile appeared but before he could call out a greeting, grey eyes took in the parchment strewn about the floor and the table with B’jin hunched over another, the soft sounds of charcoal moving with precision strokes softly filling the air. Two things came to his mind right then with the first being excitement that B’jin truly had meant he had no desire to go outside that day and would stay inside with him. The other, though, was the more pressing issue; he had parchment? He didn’t use it that much but R’nd was glad he had some in stock.
He made no attempt to move silently, figuring it was probably best not to scare an artist lost in his work, and that was how R’nd was currently viewing B’jin. The man hadn’t flinched or greeted him yet so it was likely his stumbling about hadn’t been heard. Perhaps all those turns of sneaking out on lovers that were getting too clingy had made him a bit too stealthy! As he neared his target, R’nd announced his presence with some random babble, hoping to catch B’jin’s attention and make him smile over his own bout of quirkiness. “And so the handsome lord woke once more, feeling infinitely better but also rather curious about what his friend is up to.”
Coming up to stand beside B’jin, R’nd took in the drawings at the parchment scattered around, still amazed at the man’s talent and wondering if they were rejected pieces or that was how a genius stored his work. Either way, R’nd was careful about where he stepped and moved to slip behind B’jin and hands went to the man’s bare shoulders to knead in a light massage. “I’m sorry for falling asleep again but I’m happy to see you weren’t bored into leaving.”
Ayyonth squawked, startled, every time Larrikith managed to sneak up on him and catch him instead of the other way around. She had the obvious advantage with her smaller size but her pretty mossy hide blended in nicely with their surroundings while his own cerulean hide stood out quite awkwardly. The sunlight that filtered through the canopy of leaves was warm and beckoned to Ayyonth to go sunning but it, too, was a hindrance to their game as he felt like he was a glowing beacon amongst the dull bark and ground. Still, he made the best of it, too focused on the challenge and attempting to track Larrikith’s moves to be to put out by the obstacles.
Unless the obstacles were the trees themselves that suddenly appeared in front of him. Several times Ayyonth had to skid to a stop to avoid getting caught up in low branches or tight spaces that the little green slipped through easily. He was learning her tricky ways though, and started to stand still to listen in silence for her movements instead of simply following her path like so often worked in the sky. When he heard her off to his left, Ayyonth turned and headed in the same direction, hoping to cut her off before she skittered on by him again.
Pleased that it was his friend and not a feline he had come up on, Ayyonth leapt out and batted at her tail, trilling his delight as he did so and bugling in triumph upon making the connection. He saw no need to pin her as if they were in an actual flight, content enough to simply show he could keep up with her; or at least find his own clever way of catching her.
