23.Aug.13, 06:37 AM
“I think not. You’re the one that ran into me, B’jin,” J’ver’s tone was remarkably even and calm as he finally gave into sneering at the other greenrider. B’jin did not rank high on the list of people he cared much for, how could he when so much trouble came from that man? If only he had done his job of ratting out other dragonriders a bit better and had a better control over that pesky – yet adorable – brat of a Healer-turned-weyrling then there wouldn’t have been so much trouble. In the end, however, it all worked out and S’kef now controlled the Weyr. Still, B’jin was a troublemaker and deserved special attention.
“What do you have there?” J’ver quickly grabbed the paper that had been thrust against him, no doubt accidentally. He could hardly imagine B’jin giving him anything willingly and it was obvious the man was flustered over something and hadn’t meant to run into him or share anything he had. As he read the crumpled paper, J’ver politely stepped out of B’jin’s away, silently giving permission for B’jin to leave like he wanted to. There were much more entertaining items on that single piece of parchment than the other greenrider could ever hope to compete with.
“This isn’t at all surprising,” J’ver commented casually as he folded the paper up with more care than it deserved. “Are you running off to tell D’ren about the horrible things being said about him? Or maybe, you’re going home to hide.” B’jin seemed to be a delightful shade of red and he was prudish enough to be embarrassed about reading such a thing. No doubt B’jin didn’t know about his own starring role and that brought a tiny wicked smile.
“What do you have there?” J’ver quickly grabbed the paper that had been thrust against him, no doubt accidentally. He could hardly imagine B’jin giving him anything willingly and it was obvious the man was flustered over something and hadn’t meant to run into him or share anything he had. As he read the crumpled paper, J’ver politely stepped out of B’jin’s away, silently giving permission for B’jin to leave like he wanted to. There were much more entertaining items on that single piece of parchment than the other greenrider could ever hope to compete with.
“This isn’t at all surprising,” J’ver commented casually as he folded the paper up with more care than it deserved. “Are you running off to tell D’ren about the horrible things being said about him? Or maybe, you’re going home to hide.” B’jin seemed to be a delightful shade of red and he was prudish enough to be embarrassed about reading such a thing. No doubt B’jin didn’t know about his own starring role and that brought a tiny wicked smile.