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28.Jun.18, 12:09 AM
B’jin sat through Mulrissa’s lecture with his usual placid expression, waiting for her to finish her tirade without making demands. He certainly didn’t agree with her, but he’d long been trained in how to listen to someone before drowning them in his own opinion. Harper schooling, and all that. His eyebrows did arch up slightly at some of her comments, but for the most part, he just waited. When she had finished, B’jin swallowed the piece of fruit he had been chewing on thoughtfully, and studied her in silence for a moment as he collected his thoughts.
“As a greenrider, I can tell you that I have fled from more flights than I have stayed for. I am not alone; most greenriders do. Most blue and brownriders are self-entitled bastards who will take what they want, regardless of the other man. So, fleeing before he comes to is self-preservation.” Bronzeriders, on the rare event they won, tended to be rather horrified at fucking another man and would flee themselves, but B’jin had quickly worked out that if he didn’t want to be abused, he needed to ‘come to’ as soon as possible, and preferably before the other man woke up. He’d gotten rather good at it, honestly, and it had only been in recent turns that he’d returned to the slow and leisurely return to himself after a flight with R’nd and Ayyonth.
“Apparently you seem to think we actually think about fathering children? We don’t, as a rule. It is not a thought most dragonriders care about, and certainly not one they worry about – grandchildren excluded.” He smirked slightly. “Though to be honest, I doubt even that’s a thought that’s bothering R’nd.” B’jin shrugged. “I only claimed my kids to piss off my old mate,” he said, quite honestly. Sure, it had been a blessing since then – he very much enjoyed being a father and found both his son and his daughter to be extraordinary young people that he was very proud of – but he hadn’t actually wanted them when he claimed them. He just did it to piss off N’mall. B’jin raised his eyebrows. “Most women don’t even both to let the dragonrider know he fathered their child, and those that do, I would say maybe one percent actually claim that child?”
Honestly, what world was Mulrissa living in? Had she ever walked by the creche? Even the one at Katila – especially the one at Katila – was filled with children who had no active father, and a good portion of them had no active mother either. “Weyrs are communal families.” He pointed out, quite reasonably. “No one cares who the parents are, and no child goes wanting.” B’jin had always approved of that aspect of Weyr life, honestly. Especially compared to the family life he’d been born into; one of a half-dozen children who only got enough attention to be sure they were still alive on any given day. Not that his parents hadn’t loved him and his siblings, but honestly, being raised in the Weyr seemed much more rewarding to the children.
In the end, B’jin shrugged. “We can take you between if you wish.” He paused. “I doubt you’ll be able to find T’ryn, anyway.” He said mildly. “He is busy hiding – unrelated to your Flight, I assure you.” It wasn’t his place to air the argument and misunderstanding that had occurred between the young bronzeriders, but he didn’t want Mulrissa thinking she’d caused the boy undue stress, either. None-the-less, B’jin highly doubted anyone would be able to find either of the young men any time soon. Even finding their dragon wouldn’t be a guarantee that they were within the vicinity.
“As a greenrider, I can tell you that I have fled from more flights than I have stayed for. I am not alone; most greenriders do. Most blue and brownriders are self-entitled bastards who will take what they want, regardless of the other man. So, fleeing before he comes to is self-preservation.” Bronzeriders, on the rare event they won, tended to be rather horrified at fucking another man and would flee themselves, but B’jin had quickly worked out that if he didn’t want to be abused, he needed to ‘come to’ as soon as possible, and preferably before the other man woke up. He’d gotten rather good at it, honestly, and it had only been in recent turns that he’d returned to the slow and leisurely return to himself after a flight with R’nd and Ayyonth.
“Apparently you seem to think we actually think about fathering children? We don’t, as a rule. It is not a thought most dragonriders care about, and certainly not one they worry about – grandchildren excluded.” He smirked slightly. “Though to be honest, I doubt even that’s a thought that’s bothering R’nd.” B’jin shrugged. “I only claimed my kids to piss off my old mate,” he said, quite honestly. Sure, it had been a blessing since then – he very much enjoyed being a father and found both his son and his daughter to be extraordinary young people that he was very proud of – but he hadn’t actually wanted them when he claimed them. He just did it to piss off N’mall. B’jin raised his eyebrows. “Most women don’t even both to let the dragonrider know he fathered their child, and those that do, I would say maybe one percent actually claim that child?”
Honestly, what world was Mulrissa living in? Had she ever walked by the creche? Even the one at Katila – especially the one at Katila – was filled with children who had no active father, and a good portion of them had no active mother either. “Weyrs are communal families.” He pointed out, quite reasonably. “No one cares who the parents are, and no child goes wanting.” B’jin had always approved of that aspect of Weyr life, honestly. Especially compared to the family life he’d been born into; one of a half-dozen children who only got enough attention to be sure they were still alive on any given day. Not that his parents hadn’t loved him and his siblings, but honestly, being raised in the Weyr seemed much more rewarding to the children.
In the end, B’jin shrugged. “We can take you between if you wish.” He paused. “I doubt you’ll be able to find T’ryn, anyway.” He said mildly. “He is busy hiding – unrelated to your Flight, I assure you.” It wasn’t his place to air the argument and misunderstanding that had occurred between the young bronzeriders, but he didn’t want Mulrissa thinking she’d caused the boy undue stress, either. None-the-less, B’jin highly doubted anyone would be able to find either of the young men any time soon. Even finding their dragon wouldn’t be a guarantee that they were within the vicinity.
