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16.May.13, 08:53 AM
B’jin looked back at Talian, his impish grin turning devious as he threw a wink at the boy, but didn’t bother to add a vocal explanation to his good mood. The entire class had made it through in one piece, one beautiful, wonderful whole piece, and an unspoken agreement to meet up with R’nd after lunch guaranteed all types of enjoyment, and he had managed to dump the rest of his class on a big mouthed bronze rider. B’jin was thrilled.
“Good thing I’m not teaching this latest class,” B’jin teased, plopping to the ground gracefully and crossing his legs. He rested his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands, still grinning impishly. “All greens and a gold! I think I would go insane!” It was going to be a dramatic sex-fest when those girls started to take to the skies! B’jin was glad he wouldn’t be the one having to handle them all, or keep randy riders at bay! Talian and his nurses would probably be particularly busy putting the poor boys back together; the greenrider had no idea if their Weyrlingmaster had made them do the dirty before being allowed to Impress, but the number of people who had scoffed at him for requiring it didn’t bode well for the brats.
B’jin laughed at Talian’s surly tone, and shifted to rock back a little, folding his hands across his lap and tilting his head at Talian. “You fly fine, Tal.” B’jin rolled his eyes, unconcerned by the boy’s lack of pride in his own abilities. If he had seen how badly B’jin and Larrikith had been during their first flights, all those years ago, he’d probably die of laughter. B’jin’s impish grin returned. “At least you know which end of your dragon is the front.” It was mean, to pick on his little pet bluerider, but the boy was useless in the most adorable way B’jin had ever seen. It was funny too, because he had somehow managed to dump the young rider-to-be on R’nd, and got to snigger at his lover for large chunks of his teaching time.
“He has no cracks, or rough hide.” B’jin shrugged again, a little more seriously. “The worse you fly, the less chance of being rotated into a wing.” He smirked, clearly smugly pleased with himself. “My reports for you might be a little,” he held his thumb and forefinger a minute way apart, “dramatised on your lack of skills.” Brown eyes sparkled proudly. He couldn’t stop the boy’s Impression – though he’d done his best! So he was doing what he could to keep him out of the skies, and B’jin was far too smug about his current success.
“Good thing I’m not teaching this latest class,” B’jin teased, plopping to the ground gracefully and crossing his legs. He rested his elbows on his knees, and his chin in his hands, still grinning impishly. “All greens and a gold! I think I would go insane!” It was going to be a dramatic sex-fest when those girls started to take to the skies! B’jin was glad he wouldn’t be the one having to handle them all, or keep randy riders at bay! Talian and his nurses would probably be particularly busy putting the poor boys back together; the greenrider had no idea if their Weyrlingmaster had made them do the dirty before being allowed to Impress, but the number of people who had scoffed at him for requiring it didn’t bode well for the brats.
B’jin laughed at Talian’s surly tone, and shifted to rock back a little, folding his hands across his lap and tilting his head at Talian. “You fly fine, Tal.” B’jin rolled his eyes, unconcerned by the boy’s lack of pride in his own abilities. If he had seen how badly B’jin and Larrikith had been during their first flights, all those years ago, he’d probably die of laughter. B’jin’s impish grin returned. “At least you know which end of your dragon is the front.” It was mean, to pick on his little pet bluerider, but the boy was useless in the most adorable way B’jin had ever seen. It was funny too, because he had somehow managed to dump the young rider-to-be on R’nd, and got to snigger at his lover for large chunks of his teaching time.
“He has no cracks, or rough hide.” B’jin shrugged again, a little more seriously. “The worse you fly, the less chance of being rotated into a wing.” He smirked, clearly smugly pleased with himself. “My reports for you might be a little,” he held his thumb and forefinger a minute way apart, “dramatised on your lack of skills.” Brown eyes sparkled proudly. He couldn’t stop the boy’s Impression – though he’d done his best! So he was doing what he could to keep him out of the skies, and B’jin was far too smug about his current success.
