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07.Mar.16, 01:03 AM
B’jin stumbled down the hall, a skin of wine in one hand, and an overly full glass in the other; slung over his back in a slightly hazardous manner was his favoured guitar. Even in his rather inebriated state, the greenrider had the good class to drink from a well-made wineglass; after all – he was a Harper, even if he was stuck being a greenrider! Swaying across the hall, B’jin used his hip to knock open the door to R’nd’s Weyr and entered unsteadily.
While the green and bluerider were often seen sharing the Weyr, B’jin always referred to it as R’nd’s home; the majority of his own items and clothing were kept safely down on the bottom floor of the Weyr, where the Weyrling Barracks were found. His room was considerably larger than the Weyr R’nd had, if only because a huge chunk of it had to be set up as an office of sorts. Apparenly Weyrlingmasters had never quite qualified for an actual office, though B’jin had made do. Didn’t he always?
“R’nd, my love!” The greenrider’s voice rang out clearly, without any slur in spite of his lack of balance. The only answer he immediately got, however, was Larrikith landing lightly in Ayyonth’s section of the weyr, and sticking her head through the doorway, the curtain resting across the top of her head as she peered with oen eye at her drunken bonded.It would appear they’re out. she stated dryly; Larrikith couldn’t decide if she was amused by B’jin’s antics of getting raging drunk, or if she should be concerned.
The earlier part of the day had been spent visiting the Harper Hall, where B’jin had wandered around in a kind of awestruck silence before seeming ot randomly beeline at people, finding familiar faces amongst both the young and the old, though they both seemed to have a dour effect on the greenrider’s mood. Even Larrikith could admit that there was something depressing about finding the young students now aging teachers, and the men who were B’jin’s age were well into their years.
Despite that, however, B’jin had appeared to enjoy himself immensely, which was part of the reason Larrikith had been rather surprised to find B’jin drinking almost as soon as they landed back at home. She wasn’t too concerned; B’jin had been through worse and he’d always come out on the other side of it in one piece – if not in enough pieces to be pieced back together without issue – and she was quite sure this was no different.
Dropping the winebottle on the bed, and draining half the glass in one go, B’jin set it down with incredible care on the bedside table, before swinging his guitar around. Flopping on the bed, the greenrider curled up comfortably and began strumming the keys, fingers playing without the man picking a particular song consciously. Then he began to softly but clearly sing.
“I see you in the distance and I see us as we are
So nearly so contented, but a careless word too far
I see you in confusion for a once enchanted boy
My heart dances, oh, oh, but not for joy”
The song
While the green and bluerider were often seen sharing the Weyr, B’jin always referred to it as R’nd’s home; the majority of his own items and clothing were kept safely down on the bottom floor of the Weyr, where the Weyrling Barracks were found. His room was considerably larger than the Weyr R’nd had, if only because a huge chunk of it had to be set up as an office of sorts. Apparenly Weyrlingmasters had never quite qualified for an actual office, though B’jin had made do. Didn’t he always?
“R’nd, my love!” The greenrider’s voice rang out clearly, without any slur in spite of his lack of balance. The only answer he immediately got, however, was Larrikith landing lightly in Ayyonth’s section of the weyr, and sticking her head through the doorway, the curtain resting across the top of her head as she peered with oen eye at her drunken bonded.
The earlier part of the day had been spent visiting the Harper Hall, where B’jin had wandered around in a kind of awestruck silence before seeming ot randomly beeline at people, finding familiar faces amongst both the young and the old, though they both seemed to have a dour effect on the greenrider’s mood. Even Larrikith could admit that there was something depressing about finding the young students now aging teachers, and the men who were B’jin’s age were well into their years.
Despite that, however, B’jin had appeared to enjoy himself immensely, which was part of the reason Larrikith had been rather surprised to find B’jin drinking almost as soon as they landed back at home. She wasn’t too concerned; B’jin had been through worse and he’d always come out on the other side of it in one piece – if not in enough pieces to be pieced back together without issue – and she was quite sure this was no different.
Dropping the winebottle on the bed, and draining half the glass in one go, B’jin set it down with incredible care on the bedside table, before swinging his guitar around. Flopping on the bed, the greenrider curled up comfortably and began strumming the keys, fingers playing without the man picking a particular song consciously. Then he began to softly but clearly sing.
“I see you in the distance and I see us as we are
So nearly so contented, but a careless word too far
I see you in confusion for a once enchanted boy
My heart dances, oh, oh, but not for joy”
The song
