08.Jan.13, 06:03 AM
Larrikith laughed, B’jin could hear the soft tinkling sound of her amusement in the back of his mind. He, for his part, was less than amused by the dragonet’s response – or the version he was given by Talian, at any rate. While dragonets were a far cry from quiet in their speech, B’jin was far from empathic and generally missed even directly aimed comments. Larrikith was the only dragon he tolerated with any ease and that was a force of her presence being unable to be recalled. Ayyonth was welcome enough, though B’jin enjoyed the respectful nature the blue had and that he didn’t poke around too often in his brain. In contrast, B’jin was pretty sure Veeth enjoyed startling him as much as Larrikith enjoyed torturing him.
“Of course he couldn’t,” B’jin drawled, giving the dragonet a dirty look over Talian’s shoulder as he returned the gentle hug, eyeing the firelizard distrustfully, but when push came to shove, Fellis was far the lesser of two evils. At least the little beast had the decency to be a nice blue! Another disgruntled look was shot at Khaduceth, but B’jin made no comment as the beast slobbered all over Fellis like a hungry hound. His attention refocused on Talian as the young man spoke, and B’jin turned away from dragon and firelizard dismissively.
“Of course,” B’jin murmured, looking slightly surprised that Talian might even consider B’jin wouldn’t come. Besides the fact that B’jin was rather fond of the young healer, it was currently his job to make sure the kid was okay. He wasn’t even giving special treatment, with the cosy cuddles! One of the young greenriders had thrown himself at the poor greenrider, sobbing and crying about the Impression. This was more comfortable, granted, but B’jin was pleased he wouldn’t pegged for special treatment!
“Yeah…” B’jin gave a half grimace, half smile and shrugged slightly. “Blame Larrikith,” B’jin teased, tossing Talian a wink as the green dragon in question squeaked softly in objection and peered in through the window, her eyes swirling with playful irritation. Sure, blame me! Larrikith said, indignant but amused and B’jin shrugged slightly. He didn’t bother to point out if she’d never Impressed him, none of them would be in this situation! “Who else would I blame, love?” He asked instead, rhetorical and smug. Larrikith did a very good impression of rolling her eyes as she gave a snort, fogging up the window and then rumbling in amused irritation when she realised she couldn’t see. Deciding to save time and effort, Larrikith used B’jin’s eyes.
The greenrider smiled softly, doing a very good job of not twitching when both Khaduceth and Fellis crept far too close to his personal space, and gave Talian a soft pat on the knee furthest from the brown monstrosity (That’s not very nice!) and then leaned back against the bed. “Just do your best, Tal,” B’jin said gently, shrugging slightly with a small smile. “What more can anyone expect?” And anyone that expected more would get an earful of B’jin … probably when he was buffed up with extra attitude by Larrikith being proddy, but that was cool. B’jin would take what he could. Anyone giving any of his kids issue would wind up getting an earful, even if he had to go and find a hoard of blueriders to back him up.
The best bit was, he actually had half an army these days!
“Of course he couldn’t,” B’jin drawled, giving the dragonet a dirty look over Talian’s shoulder as he returned the gentle hug, eyeing the firelizard distrustfully, but when push came to shove, Fellis was far the lesser of two evils. At least the little beast had the decency to be a nice blue! Another disgruntled look was shot at Khaduceth, but B’jin made no comment as the beast slobbered all over Fellis like a hungry hound. His attention refocused on Talian as the young man spoke, and B’jin turned away from dragon and firelizard dismissively.
“Of course,” B’jin murmured, looking slightly surprised that Talian might even consider B’jin wouldn’t come. Besides the fact that B’jin was rather fond of the young healer, it was currently his job to make sure the kid was okay. He wasn’t even giving special treatment, with the cosy cuddles! One of the young greenriders had thrown himself at the poor greenrider, sobbing and crying about the Impression. This was more comfortable, granted, but B’jin was pleased he wouldn’t pegged for special treatment!
“Yeah…” B’jin gave a half grimace, half smile and shrugged slightly. “Blame Larrikith,” B’jin teased, tossing Talian a wink as the green dragon in question squeaked softly in objection and peered in through the window, her eyes swirling with playful irritation. Sure, blame me! Larrikith said, indignant but amused and B’jin shrugged slightly. He didn’t bother to point out if she’d never Impressed him, none of them would be in this situation! “Who else would I blame, love?” He asked instead, rhetorical and smug. Larrikith did a very good impression of rolling her eyes as she gave a snort, fogging up the window and then rumbling in amused irritation when she realised she couldn’t see. Deciding to save time and effort, Larrikith used B’jin’s eyes.
The greenrider smiled softly, doing a very good job of not twitching when both Khaduceth and Fellis crept far too close to his personal space, and gave Talian a soft pat on the knee furthest from the brown monstrosity (That’s not very nice!) and then leaned back against the bed. “Just do your best, Tal,” B’jin said gently, shrugging slightly with a small smile. “What more can anyone expect?” And anyone that expected more would get an earful of B’jin … probably when he was buffed up with extra attitude by Larrikith being proddy, but that was cool. B’jin would take what he could. Anyone giving any of his kids issue would wind up getting an earful, even if he had to go and find a hoard of blueriders to back him up.
The best bit was, he actually had half an army these days!