09.Oct.14, 07:31 AM
B’jin looked up, visibly irritated, as Larrikith gave a warning trill of incoming company. Technically speaking, of course, it was good that the dragons had seriously taken B’jin’s plead for warning if anyone stumbled across them or actually came looking for them, but the greenrider really wasn’t thrilled at the interruption. Removing his hand from up the leg of R’nd’s shorts, B’jin pouted at his lover and rolled his eyes, sitting up lazily. Sighing, B’jin leaned over to pick up the abandoned wine skin, and took a healthy swig before handing it over to R’nd as a young greenrider glided in, and landed lightly a polite distance away. Eyebrows arched as a young girl dismounted, perhaps about twelve or thirteen in age, and trotted over to them with wide eyes.
Stopping a few feet from the feet B’jin and R’nd, the young girl curtsied deeply and then glanced between them in confusion for a few seconds. “Um, Lord Benjinamor?” her gaze danced from one to the other before B’jin took pity and raised one hand lazily, amusement pulling up the corners of his lips. “Yes?” Relief flooded over the girl’s face and a smile lit up her features. “This is for you, Sir!” skipping forward, the girl presented a rolled piece of parchment, the centre squeezed from a tight grip, probably from the jump between. B’jin took it lightly and opened it with curiosity, holding it so R’nd could see over his shoulder. There were only two words on the piece of parchment:
You remember?
B’jin laughed softly, and allowed the parchment to roll up again when he released it, offering it back to the girl. “I do, and you may keep that for your own use, if you wish.” He’d noticed some charcoal smudges on the edge of her sleeves that belied someone who enjoyed drawing. Her wide eyes amused him further, and he waved her off. The girl curtsied deeply again, then turned and ran back to the young greenrider and his dragon, and allowed the young man to help her scramble back up. As the pair took off and glided slowly, obviously partaking in a tour, B’jin turned to R’nd and smirked. “You didn’t have any plans tonight, did you?”
B’jin had been playfully stubborn about keeping the meaning of the note to himself and not explaining it to R’nd, though he’d been quite helpful in assisting his lover in bathing, and was both suitably insistent that R’nd dress well, and happy to allow the bluerider to put together both their outfits. It was only fair, after all, and B’jin only knew greenriders; he simply did not have the connections to fish together a suitable outfit, and it was important to dress well! B’jin chose to ignore Larrikith’s snide comment that he had already been North and should have shopped then – lack of marks of course was irrelevant in her mind.
As evening arrived, B’jin ushered R’nd from their room to their dragons, dancing from foot to foot before asking Larrikith to pass coordinates to Ayyonth; she would remain behind to watch over their growing Weyrlings while they were away. B’jin scrambled up onto Ayyonth with a grimace of discomfort, and settled himself down behind R’nd, one arm wrapped securely around his lover’s waist. He was very fond of Ayyonth, but riding blind was very disconcerting! He managed not to bury his face in R’nd’s back as they took off, and counted anxiously as they ducked between, puffing out a relieved breath against R’nd’s neck as they appeared above Telgar. Notably, they were off to the side of the city and B’jin asked the blue pair to land them beyond the small grove of trees on the edge of a public gardens.
B’jin slid off the big blue dragon without his usual grace, and stumbled when he hit the ground, grumbling under his breath about the extra height. He smiled and thanked Ayyonth none the less, and held a finger to his lips to urge R’nd to silence. Winking, B’jin grabbed his partner’s hand and dragged him around the edge of the grove, apparently seeking the right place. His feet followed an ancient, worn out path that lead into the trees, and B’jin dragged R’nd along, scolding him quietly the one time he made a small sound, but his eyes were laughing.
The greenrider came to an abrupt stop, seemingly at random, and grunted when R’nd collided with his back. Turning, B’jin leaned up to kiss R’nd lightly on the lips, then indicated that he should stay back, but follow enough to keep B’jin in sight. Smiling, B’jin turned and continued along the trail, only looking back once to make sure R’nd was following his instructions.
Turning his attention to where he was walking, B’jin lead the way confidently through the trees and shrubbery of the thicket, pausing just before a small clearing broke in the centre, the slowly setting sun causing the area to be darker than it otherwise should have been. B’jin flicked his fingers behind his back, indicating R’nd should wait out of sight, and then stepped out confidently in time to catch the figure that threw itself at him. The greenrider’s delighted laugh was slightly muffled as he picked the small woman up and spun her around, setting her lightly on her feet in front of himself, he allowed her to plant a firm if fleeting kiss on his lips before he stepped back and bowed with official flair. She swatted him on the chest, and then wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug. “I’ve missed you,” her voice was low.
B’jin broke the embrace gently and with visible reluctance, before taking her hand and leading his companion over to where R’nd had been left. He was glad for the dim light; B’jin’s heart ached at the evidence the past two decades had taken upon the young woman he had once known. She looked every bit the age he was still decades from appearing, despite being the elder by no more than a handful or two of months. He kept that to himself, however, as he paused and held a hand out for R’nd to join them.
“I brought you a present,” B’jin teased, taking R’nd’s hand in his other when the bluerider joined them, and gently put the lady’s hand in his bluerider’s. “R’nd of blue Ayyonth, Lady Amarilla of Telgar.” B’jin bit his lip, gaze dancing between the two anxiously as he waited to see what would happen, his own fingers twined together with anticipation.
Stopping a few feet from the feet B’jin and R’nd, the young girl curtsied deeply and then glanced between them in confusion for a few seconds. “Um, Lord Benjinamor?” her gaze danced from one to the other before B’jin took pity and raised one hand lazily, amusement pulling up the corners of his lips. “Yes?” Relief flooded over the girl’s face and a smile lit up her features. “This is for you, Sir!” skipping forward, the girl presented a rolled piece of parchment, the centre squeezed from a tight grip, probably from the jump between. B’jin took it lightly and opened it with curiosity, holding it so R’nd could see over his shoulder. There were only two words on the piece of parchment:
You remember?
B’jin laughed softly, and allowed the parchment to roll up again when he released it, offering it back to the girl. “I do, and you may keep that for your own use, if you wish.” He’d noticed some charcoal smudges on the edge of her sleeves that belied someone who enjoyed drawing. Her wide eyes amused him further, and he waved her off. The girl curtsied deeply again, then turned and ran back to the young greenrider and his dragon, and allowed the young man to help her scramble back up. As the pair took off and glided slowly, obviously partaking in a tour, B’jin turned to R’nd and smirked. “You didn’t have any plans tonight, did you?”
~ _ ~ _ ~ _ ~ 7 PM ~ _ ~ _ ~ _ ~
B’jin had been playfully stubborn about keeping the meaning of the note to himself and not explaining it to R’nd, though he’d been quite helpful in assisting his lover in bathing, and was both suitably insistent that R’nd dress well, and happy to allow the bluerider to put together both their outfits. It was only fair, after all, and B’jin only knew greenriders; he simply did not have the connections to fish together a suitable outfit, and it was important to dress well! B’jin chose to ignore Larrikith’s snide comment that he had already been North and should have shopped then – lack of marks of course was irrelevant in her mind.
As evening arrived, B’jin ushered R’nd from their room to their dragons, dancing from foot to foot before asking Larrikith to pass coordinates to Ayyonth; she would remain behind to watch over their growing Weyrlings while they were away. B’jin scrambled up onto Ayyonth with a grimace of discomfort, and settled himself down behind R’nd, one arm wrapped securely around his lover’s waist. He was very fond of Ayyonth, but riding blind was very disconcerting! He managed not to bury his face in R’nd’s back as they took off, and counted anxiously as they ducked between, puffing out a relieved breath against R’nd’s neck as they appeared above Telgar. Notably, they were off to the side of the city and B’jin asked the blue pair to land them beyond the small grove of trees on the edge of a public gardens.
B’jin slid off the big blue dragon without his usual grace, and stumbled when he hit the ground, grumbling under his breath about the extra height. He smiled and thanked Ayyonth none the less, and held a finger to his lips to urge R’nd to silence. Winking, B’jin grabbed his partner’s hand and dragged him around the edge of the grove, apparently seeking the right place. His feet followed an ancient, worn out path that lead into the trees, and B’jin dragged R’nd along, scolding him quietly the one time he made a small sound, but his eyes were laughing.
The greenrider came to an abrupt stop, seemingly at random, and grunted when R’nd collided with his back. Turning, B’jin leaned up to kiss R’nd lightly on the lips, then indicated that he should stay back, but follow enough to keep B’jin in sight. Smiling, B’jin turned and continued along the trail, only looking back once to make sure R’nd was following his instructions.
Turning his attention to where he was walking, B’jin lead the way confidently through the trees and shrubbery of the thicket, pausing just before a small clearing broke in the centre, the slowly setting sun causing the area to be darker than it otherwise should have been. B’jin flicked his fingers behind his back, indicating R’nd should wait out of sight, and then stepped out confidently in time to catch the figure that threw itself at him. The greenrider’s delighted laugh was slightly muffled as he picked the small woman up and spun her around, setting her lightly on her feet in front of himself, he allowed her to plant a firm if fleeting kiss on his lips before he stepped back and bowed with official flair. She swatted him on the chest, and then wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug. “I’ve missed you,” her voice was low.
B’jin broke the embrace gently and with visible reluctance, before taking her hand and leading his companion over to where R’nd had been left. He was glad for the dim light; B’jin’s heart ached at the evidence the past two decades had taken upon the young woman he had once known. She looked every bit the age he was still decades from appearing, despite being the elder by no more than a handful or two of months. He kept that to himself, however, as he paused and held a hand out for R’nd to join them.
“I brought you a present,” B’jin teased, taking R’nd’s hand in his other when the bluerider joined them, and gently put the lady’s hand in his bluerider’s. “R’nd of blue Ayyonth, Lady Amarilla of Telgar.” B’jin bit his lip, gaze dancing between the two anxiously as he waited to see what would happen, his own fingers twined together with anticipation.