11.Mar.21, 07:53 AM
B’jin enjoyed bringing D’lyne along on Searches; for one, she entertained him and her dragon kept Larrikith on her toes. But also, the fact that she was a woman on green – and Tybalith was incredibly eye catching and undoubtably green – meant that women were usually more likely to step forward and try to be one of those that were Searched. While B’jin and Larrikith still preferred to put their stamp on the women and men that would Impress to gold or bronze, that didn’t mean they were oblivious to the youngsters that were inclined towards other colours.
While Larrikith was exchanging quips with Tybalith, B’jin waved kids forward or off, following the instructions of the dragon and her apprentice. The girl that came forward was greeted with an inquisitive look from Larrikith as Tybalith pointed her out, and the little, round green dragon shoved her own nose forward, snuffling at Rakka’s hair, and breathing against her face with what was probably questionably flavoured air.I like her, the little dragon said, lifting her head after a moment and considering the girl.
You have promise, Larrikith said cheerfully to Rakka, letting her voice touch the girl’s open mind and poke around gently, not prying for secrets but just engaging in her topmost thoughts. B’jin bounced up beside Larrikith’s head, putting a hand to her cheek as he grinned at the young blonde. “Would you like to come with us, Rakka?” He asked, doing a mental gauge of the girl’s age. She looked old enough to make the decision on her own, assuming she wasn’t already married; he assumed she wasn’t and if she was, that she was doing a damn good job of hiding that fact from his dragon. No husband, Larrikith said quietly to B’jin. Possessive father. B’jin chose not to respond, just waited quietly for the girl to speak.
While Larrikith was exchanging quips with Tybalith, B’jin waved kids forward or off, following the instructions of the dragon and her apprentice. The girl that came forward was greeted with an inquisitive look from Larrikith as Tybalith pointed her out, and the little, round green dragon shoved her own nose forward, snuffling at Rakka’s hair, and breathing against her face with what was probably questionably flavoured air.