01.Jul.13, 02:07 AM
B’jin leaned around R’nd a little to look at Ayyonth, knowing by the expression on R’nd’s face that the dragon had said something interesting. He himself could hear a static-murmur on the edge of his mind that indicated the blue had intended to include him, but forgotten to account for B’jin’s lack of notable dragon-hearing skills. Judging by R’nd’s expression and the airs of entertainment washing off of Ayyonth’s lovely blue hide, B’jin was fairly sure he didn’t really want to be in on whatever teasing Ayyonth was delivering.
“Ah,” B’jin hesitated visibly when Ayyonth lowered himself, brown eyes flickering around the area for Larrikith. “Where’s my dragon?”
After hesitating for several more moments, B’jin carefully scrambled up, out of synch with Ayyonth’s shape compared to Larrikith, a frown furrowing his eyebrows as he settled down behind R’nd, wrapping his arms tightly around the bluerider’s waist. “The last dragon I rode that wasn’t mine,” he grumble, eyes widening as Ayyonth settled back before launching in a manner that made B’jin’s neck snap, “was Tyrrisath.” His voice went up a few octaves and his grip tightened.
“Oooh, this is so wrong.” There was amusement in the words, but genuine discomfort too. “We’re flying straight, right?” He wasn’t sure wherever they were going was nearly far enough to justify a trip between, but the idea of travelling in the inky blackness on a dragon not Larrikith – no matter how much he trusted R’nd and Ayyonth both – was enough to make the greenrider tremble.