09.May.13, 09:41 AM
B’jin smiled without cause as he followed quietly after Talian; he hadn’t bothered to collect Larrikith up, the green enjoying herself as she pranced around the gathering and teased friends or spoke to those whom she considered worth the effort. A couple of weyrlings were trotting along with her, the riders sprouting questions that the green would answer – or not – as she so deemed worthy. B’jin was content to leave her to her games, and she would join him if she decided to later.
“It’s all the same to me,” B’jin smiled, both honest and unfazed as he caught up to his foster son and looked around, still curious about the area that had been selected for them. It wasn’t anywhere near the location B’jin and N’mall had occupied during the exiled turns, and was far enough removed from the Weyr that B’jin had never seen the area. It was interesting and exciting! Their reasoning for being there was terrible, of course, but B’jin was quite prepared to make the most of it.
“This area is pretty, though,” and it was, the greenriders attention more than caught up in the garden provided by nature, and a lack of being imposed upon by humans and dragons alike. It would probably be a mess, by the time the day trip was prepared to pack up and head home once more, but B’jin wasn’t thinking of that, as he grinned impishly at Talian and closed the distance with swift steps to join the young man, still more looking at the areas around them, than the dragon and his rider.
“It’s all the same to me,” B’jin smiled, both honest and unfazed as he caught up to his foster son and looked around, still curious about the area that had been selected for them. It wasn’t anywhere near the location B’jin and N’mall had occupied during the exiled turns, and was far enough removed from the Weyr that B’jin had never seen the area. It was interesting and exciting! Their reasoning for being there was terrible, of course, but B’jin was quite prepared to make the most of it.
“This area is pretty, though,” and it was, the greenriders attention more than caught up in the garden provided by nature, and a lack of being imposed upon by humans and dragons alike. It would probably be a mess, by the time the day trip was prepared to pack up and head home once more, but B’jin wasn’t thinking of that, as he grinned impishly at Talian and closed the distance with swift steps to join the young man, still more looking at the areas around them, than the dragon and his rider.