27.Aug.12, 03:41 AM
Well, that was certainly a lie. N'gelt continued to watch B'jin with a perplexed frown, there was no way anyone acted like that without being sick. If there was such thing as a mental illness, some undiscovered malfunction within the brain, B'jin definitely had one.
Larrikith... Saquith sent quietly. Is there something... wrong, with B'jin? There was plenty of emphasis within his voice to let her know he meant mentally. He didn't want to accuse the little Green of Impressing someone not altogether there, but if anyone knew it would be her and honestly, he just wanted to know so he could soothe his rider's confusion. He shifted a little, uncomfortable with those who were present; something largely reflected into him by N'gelt.
He looked up at R'nd's words and frowned. Shel? Who on Pern was Shel? Of course... the compliment had to be directed at I'shan because he was the only one cooking here and it was his mother's recipe. But Shel? Okay. Clearly those lacking in minds gravitated together and stuck together.
I'shan was Ishellian before he graduated. Saquith supplied, eager at the chance to ease his rider's confusion.
N'gelt's eyebrow shot up as his eyes went out of focus. 'And you know this... how?' He paused, realizing with his dragon's obsession for knowing names it was a stupid question. 'Nevermind! How do they know?' B'jin was from Telgar and R'nd Impressed at Katila, unless I'shan went about touting his pre-graduation name... which he didn't to N'gelt's knowledge... how did they know?!
I do not know. Perhaps you should ask? N'gelt only just held in a scoff at his dragon's suggestion.
Ask.
Them.
The mentally struggling ones.
Yeah, right.
N'gelt was pleased when I'shan quickly returned with a bottle of ale and an apology. He saw nothing unusual in his or his mate's behaviour. This was completely normal, was it not? He accepted the bottle, giving him a small smile in return, a refreshing change from his confused frown. It wasn't what could be called a kind smile, though it was genuine enough coming from the burly man. Taking a swig he set it down before digging into his mate's wonderful meal. The night had improved bounds in the past few moments; his needs were attended to without needing to be spoken and he had a delicious meal before him.
"You needn't ask." He grunted in answer to his weyrmate's question. I'shan had received plenty of praises from N'gelt about his cooking before. That he was offering a more permanent installment, well, a properly dug fire pit and roasting setup, was probably the greatest compliment of all that he was capable of.
Larrikith... Saquith sent quietly. Is there something... wrong, with B'jin? There was plenty of emphasis within his voice to let her know he meant mentally. He didn't want to accuse the little Green of Impressing someone not altogether there, but if anyone knew it would be her and honestly, he just wanted to know so he could soothe his rider's confusion. He shifted a little, uncomfortable with those who were present; something largely reflected into him by N'gelt.
He looked up at R'nd's words and frowned. Shel? Who on Pern was Shel? Of course... the compliment had to be directed at I'shan because he was the only one cooking here and it was his mother's recipe. But Shel? Okay. Clearly those lacking in minds gravitated together and stuck together.
I'shan was Ishellian before he graduated. Saquith supplied, eager at the chance to ease his rider's confusion.
N'gelt's eyebrow shot up as his eyes went out of focus. 'And you know this... how?' He paused, realizing with his dragon's obsession for knowing names it was a stupid question. 'Nevermind! How do they know?' B'jin was from Telgar and R'nd Impressed at Katila, unless I'shan went about touting his pre-graduation name... which he didn't to N'gelt's knowledge... how did they know?!
I do not know. Perhaps you should ask? N'gelt only just held in a scoff at his dragon's suggestion.
Ask.
Them.
The mentally struggling ones.
Yeah, right.
N'gelt was pleased when I'shan quickly returned with a bottle of ale and an apology. He saw nothing unusual in his or his mate's behaviour. This was completely normal, was it not? He accepted the bottle, giving him a small smile in return, a refreshing change from his confused frown. It wasn't what could be called a kind smile, though it was genuine enough coming from the burly man. Taking a swig he set it down before digging into his mate's wonderful meal. The night had improved bounds in the past few moments; his needs were attended to without needing to be spoken and he had a delicious meal before him.
"You needn't ask." He grunted in answer to his weyrmate's question. I'shan had received plenty of praises from N'gelt about his cooking before. That he was offering a more permanent installment, well, a properly dug fire pit and roasting setup, was probably the greatest compliment of all that he was capable of.