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24.Apr.12, 11:03 AM
Once the class had settled he went about assigning a weyrling to each volunteer, careful to note the size of each rider's dragon. When he came to B'jin and Par'a linked arm in arm he sighed, of course they wanted to help. "Visltine will ride with myself and Remenath. Oruth will be flown south by Larrikith and Grith." He decided. "No funny stuff." He muttered to the Greenriders as they beamed at him.
The little blue was greeted with a cheerful bugle as Larrikith caught Veeth's greeting, shining blue-green eyes whirling happily as she stood behind B'jin, her chin resting on his head (a fact that had him head butting her when she bugled). Her wings were half unfurled as she wriggled excitedly, picking up on the emotions around her and letting them flood her small round form as she returned her attention from Veeth and a sullen looking Valerian to gossip with Grith. Her fellow pixie of a green was probably an odd companion for a dragon as intelligent and mischievous as Larrikith, but she loved Grith, and would defend the quirky and fun loving little dragon with a great deal of ferocity if required (though, thankfully for B'jin, that hadn't yet been tested). Being with the other little green meant Larrikith could kick back, relax and have simple and childish fun without having to be prepared for a battle of words.
Her rider's friendship with Par'a was no less quirky, the two greenriders hitting it off quickly upon regrouping after the Plague. Like with most of B'jin's relationships, it was his dragon that caused the meeting of riders. The strange effect the older green had on his intrigued the man, and he was not at all disappointed by the woman that became a close friend. Valerian thought B'jin was eternally cheerful. B'jin wondered how anyone could be as ever happy as Par'a gave the impression of being. "Funny stuff?" B'jin quipped with wide eyes, turning to look at Par'a when G'rem threw his warning at them. "Us?" He turned back to look at G'rem with shining innocence, biting down a smirk when the bluerider just stared at him before walking away. Leaning over, B'jin kissed Par'a lightly on the cheek with a wicked wink. "Do you think he'll spank us with his stick if we're naughty?" He asked Par'a, smirking devilishly as he raised his eyebrows and threw a coy look at where G'rem was marching toward his dragon. The stage whisper had been loud enough for anyone with hearing to pick up and B'jin laughed outright when G'rem blatantly ignored him.
Shifting his attention from the grumpy bluerider to peer at Visltine, B'jin's expression lit up into a cheerfully innocent grin. Her complete lack of apparent worry was amazing and B'jin was thrilled. He could name several Weyrlings that would have been less placid looking if they'd been assigned either Grith or Larrikith. To be told your dragonet was riding both? The Harper wondered if perhaps she was loosely wired. Probably! But that just meant he wouldn't have a stressing weyrling breathing down his neck as Larrikith suddenly flung her wings out wide and crooned a deep greeting to the tiny green dragonet, extending her nose to breathe heavily in Oruth's face. Her original disapointement at not being given Veeth as her assignment was overridden by the unadulterated pleasure she got when she realised the little dragonet was as excited for the up coming trip as the two adult greens.
Me first! Larrikith cheered, loudly. B'jin grimaced and threw the dragon a dirty look at her obnoxiously loud voice, which could probably be heard by everyone currently in the Gather Square and probably everyone else (who, if they were smart, were likely to still be in bed.) as she proclaimed her desire to be the first in the sky with a miniature passenger. B'jin, however, was quick to slaughter that idea. Larrikith got in the sky by flicking between and the man was not going to put the young woman through three breaths of horror as Larrikith gained altitude by cheating.
I do not cheat! Larrikith said indignantly, huffing as B'jin actually went to the extent to exert his will against her and Larrikith backed down with a pout. Fine. Grith goes first. She eyed B'jin with sudden cheeky amusement. And you can walk! She squealed, loudly, and vanished between to reappear above the gathering with a bugle of excited delight, laughing happily as B'jin burst into laughter himself at her antics and wrapped an arm around Par'a's waist.
"Looks like we're keeping Jada company," B'jin smirked, brown eyes flashing around to try and find his wayward searchee. At least she was entertaining company! Unlike some of the other late comers, whom would most certainly not be enjoyable to walk with. But! That was why he had Par'a! Releasing the woman, B'jin approached the little dragonet and knelt down before it and pet the headnobs gently. He smiled as her sweet voice flowed into his mind and with a quiet word to prepare the little one, B'jin wrapped his arms around and under the tiny creature and lifted her with relative ease. "Let's get you up on Grithy so we can be off!"
Approaching the excitable green, B'jin waited for her to stand still for a moment, and with a quick look toward G'rem (and seeing him busy with one of the blueriders) the Harper paused for a split second before stretching up and almost throwing the dragonet atop Grith's back. Quick hands helped to settle the little creature, and then he slid backwards, face a mask of pure innocence with huge brown eyes. Larrikith, floating around above them, gave a squealing chirp of amusement.
Griiiiiiiiiiith! She sang, spiralling around a blue and low over Grith, brushing her wings against her friend's back on the down beat before swinging strongly around again and shooting off, the little green spinning and swirling between the other dragons as if they were little more than nothing. B'jin watched her with amused pride, enjoying an aerial show he was usually a part of (in one way, or another).
"Shall we?" B'jin asked Par'a regally, executing an elaborate bow as he offered her his arm. A wide grin was etched on the man's face, eyes bright and alive with mirth.
[sup]I didn't re-read this, so I have no idea if it makes sense xD[/sup]
The little blue was greeted with a cheerful bugle as Larrikith caught Veeth's greeting, shining blue-green eyes whirling happily as she stood behind B'jin, her chin resting on his head (a fact that had him head butting her when she bugled). Her wings were half unfurled as she wriggled excitedly, picking up on the emotions around her and letting them flood her small round form as she returned her attention from Veeth and a sullen looking Valerian to gossip with Grith. Her fellow pixie of a green was probably an odd companion for a dragon as intelligent and mischievous as Larrikith, but she loved Grith, and would defend the quirky and fun loving little dragon with a great deal of ferocity if required (though, thankfully for B'jin, that hadn't yet been tested). Being with the other little green meant Larrikith could kick back, relax and have simple and childish fun without having to be prepared for a battle of words.
Her rider's friendship with Par'a was no less quirky, the two greenriders hitting it off quickly upon regrouping after the Plague. Like with most of B'jin's relationships, it was his dragon that caused the meeting of riders. The strange effect the older green had on his intrigued the man, and he was not at all disappointed by the woman that became a close friend. Valerian thought B'jin was eternally cheerful. B'jin wondered how anyone could be as ever happy as Par'a gave the impression of being. "Funny stuff?" B'jin quipped with wide eyes, turning to look at Par'a when G'rem threw his warning at them. "Us?" He turned back to look at G'rem with shining innocence, biting down a smirk when the bluerider just stared at him before walking away. Leaning over, B'jin kissed Par'a lightly on the cheek with a wicked wink. "Do you think he'll spank us with his stick if we're naughty?" He asked Par'a, smirking devilishly as he raised his eyebrows and threw a coy look at where G'rem was marching toward his dragon. The stage whisper had been loud enough for anyone with hearing to pick up and B'jin laughed outright when G'rem blatantly ignored him.
Shifting his attention from the grumpy bluerider to peer at Visltine, B'jin's expression lit up into a cheerfully innocent grin. Her complete lack of apparent worry was amazing and B'jin was thrilled. He could name several Weyrlings that would have been less placid looking if they'd been assigned either Grith or Larrikith. To be told your dragonet was riding both? The Harper wondered if perhaps she was loosely wired. Probably! But that just meant he wouldn't have a stressing weyrling breathing down his neck as Larrikith suddenly flung her wings out wide and crooned a deep greeting to the tiny green dragonet, extending her nose to breathe heavily in Oruth's face. Her original disapointement at not being given Veeth as her assignment was overridden by the unadulterated pleasure she got when she realised the little dragonet was as excited for the up coming trip as the two adult greens.
Me first! Larrikith cheered, loudly. B'jin grimaced and threw the dragon a dirty look at her obnoxiously loud voice, which could probably be heard by everyone currently in the Gather Square and probably everyone else (who, if they were smart, were likely to still be in bed.) as she proclaimed her desire to be the first in the sky with a miniature passenger. B'jin, however, was quick to slaughter that idea. Larrikith got in the sky by flicking between and the man was not going to put the young woman through three breaths of horror as Larrikith gained altitude by cheating.
I do not cheat! Larrikith said indignantly, huffing as B'jin actually went to the extent to exert his will against her and Larrikith backed down with a pout. Fine. Grith goes first. She eyed B'jin with sudden cheeky amusement. And you can walk! She squealed, loudly, and vanished between to reappear above the gathering with a bugle of excited delight, laughing happily as B'jin burst into laughter himself at her antics and wrapped an arm around Par'a's waist.
"Looks like we're keeping Jada company," B'jin smirked, brown eyes flashing around to try and find his wayward searchee. At least she was entertaining company! Unlike some of the other late comers, whom would most certainly not be enjoyable to walk with. But! That was why he had Par'a! Releasing the woman, B'jin approached the little dragonet and knelt down before it and pet the headnobs gently. He smiled as her sweet voice flowed into his mind and with a quiet word to prepare the little one, B'jin wrapped his arms around and under the tiny creature and lifted her with relative ease. "Let's get you up on Grithy so we can be off!"
Approaching the excitable green, B'jin waited for her to stand still for a moment, and with a quick look toward G'rem (and seeing him busy with one of the blueriders) the Harper paused for a split second before stretching up and almost throwing the dragonet atop Grith's back. Quick hands helped to settle the little creature, and then he slid backwards, face a mask of pure innocence with huge brown eyes. Larrikith, floating around above them, gave a squealing chirp of amusement.
Griiiiiiiiiiith! She sang, spiralling around a blue and low over Grith, brushing her wings against her friend's back on the down beat before swinging strongly around again and shooting off, the little green spinning and swirling between the other dragons as if they were little more than nothing. B'jin watched her with amused pride, enjoying an aerial show he was usually a part of (in one way, or another).
"Shall we?" B'jin asked Par'a regally, executing an elaborate bow as he offered her his arm. A wide grin was etched on the man's face, eyes bright and alive with mirth.
[sup]I didn't re-read this, so I have no idea if it makes sense xD[/sup]
