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21.Jun.13, 09:02 AM
B’jin had been very busy for the first week of the last month, to the point where he had cancelled all the classes his Weyrlings were supposed to take part in, and simply done the usual late-morning check-ups to make sure everything was going well. All the Weyrlings had almost reached their full growth and only a couple still had patches of their weyrling-hide still clinging to them. They were turning into a well-rounded bunch, and B’jin was very pleased not only with the growth of his dragonets, but also with the general skills and intelligence of the group. While, certainly, they were not all natural dragonriders, they were all working hard and the greenrider was very proud of them all.
It was, for that reason, that B’jin had been busy preparing for the dinner he had demanded they all attend on the evening of the twelfth. The group were one year old, and B’jin wanted to spoil them a little and reward them for the past twelve months of hard work and dedication. They were such a wonderful group! B’jin may have been a little biased, of course, but he was, over all, thrilled with the kids he had become responsible for educating.
A large table had been hauled out of the main hall by two burly bronzeriders that B’jin had begged the help from (or annoyed enough that they did it to shut him up, as Larrikith pointed out to the smug greenrider; B’jin had just shrugged. Results were results.). The single table was big enough for the entire class, himself and his two assistants, as well as R’nd and Valerian. Unfortunately, Valerian had been a sour puss and B’jin had barely opened his mouth before the bluerider had stated quite firmly that he wasn’t interested. B’jin still housed hope that he would come along, anyway, and occasionally glanced around just in case. His assistants had both ended up with ‘prior plans’, but B’jin wasn’t too fussed.
R’nd had been dragged along without any chance to excuse himself – but then, B’jin had been dragging him around all week. He’d made the bluerider come with him to secure some specially made paper. He’d made the bluerider come with him to the other side of the Weyr to collect some new charcoals and inks, then he had made the bluerider come with him as he fussed around and tried to find people to cook for the kids to have a nice dinner. He’d forgotten all about I’shan’s skills in cooking until R’nd pointed it out (which had earned the bluerider a kiss of delighted thanks) and B’jin had wheeled I’shan into cooking up something nice. Besides, he knew the bluerider was friends with a couple of the kids too; he threw an invitation at the bluerider (not waiting to hear his reply) and dragged R’nd off to find more people to bug.
Only when he had made arrangements for table movement, and food preparation, and that all the weyrlings knew they were to be present on the twelfth at 7pm in the Square did B’jin allow a rather exhausted and overwhelmed looking R’nd to drag him home. Then he had invested time and energy into thanking his bluerider for being so wonderful.
That had all been the first day; thereafter, B’jin had spent a lot of time holed up in R’nd’s hut, sprawled on the couch – or the floor – or at the bluerider’s desk – or on the bed, with a pen in hand and parchment set out before him. A small pile slowly developed on the coffee table, as B’jin completed each small project. On each sheet of parchment, B’jin created a black and white portrait of the Weyrling’s face, the face of his dragonet, and in a few cases, their firelizards were added to the mix, usually as a fancy border around the edges.
Each image had its own little flair added to it, subtle but clearly indicating that B’jin paid far too much attention to each of the young men and their dragonets. Talian’s image held hints of the Healer Hall within it, while the one created for S’jin was edged with slices of cake and sweets. After completing each image, B’jin would demand R’nd critique it, though he mostly did so to watch R’nd’s face and the emotions that would flicker across it. His lover was such fun!
Now, however, as the Weyrlings all gathered and settled themselves down, B’jin watched silently from where he was standing behind R’nd’s chair, having shoved his lover to sit down with an eagerness born of wanting to give his little gifts to his class. Only when all of them were seated, did B’jin bounce around the edge of the table, passing out the sheets of parchment to each of the youngsters, alongside their newly tied knots. They were seniors, now! B’jin was just about giddy with delight as he made it back to R’nd, and gave his lover a similar image as he’d done for each of the weyrlings, flashing a brilliant smile that held a touch of smug.
Bouncing around to stand behind R’nd once more, B’jin folded his arms across the back of his lover’s shoulders and leaned against him lazily, leaning down to kiss R’nd lightly on the temple before turning back and watching the group with an eager expression. He had plans for their graduation gifts, too! Those would take more work, though, and B’jin would need the entire upcoming year to barter for them. “Do you like them?” The greenrider was practically glowing he was so pleased with himself.
It was, for that reason, that B’jin had been busy preparing for the dinner he had demanded they all attend on the evening of the twelfth. The group were one year old, and B’jin wanted to spoil them a little and reward them for the past twelve months of hard work and dedication. They were such a wonderful group! B’jin may have been a little biased, of course, but he was, over all, thrilled with the kids he had become responsible for educating.
A large table had been hauled out of the main hall by two burly bronzeriders that B’jin had begged the help from (or annoyed enough that they did it to shut him up, as Larrikith pointed out to the smug greenrider; B’jin had just shrugged. Results were results.). The single table was big enough for the entire class, himself and his two assistants, as well as R’nd and Valerian. Unfortunately, Valerian had been a sour puss and B’jin had barely opened his mouth before the bluerider had stated quite firmly that he wasn’t interested. B’jin still housed hope that he would come along, anyway, and occasionally glanced around just in case. His assistants had both ended up with ‘prior plans’, but B’jin wasn’t too fussed.
R’nd had been dragged along without any chance to excuse himself – but then, B’jin had been dragging him around all week. He’d made the bluerider come with him to secure some specially made paper. He’d made the bluerider come with him to the other side of the Weyr to collect some new charcoals and inks, then he had made the bluerider come with him as he fussed around and tried to find people to cook for the kids to have a nice dinner. He’d forgotten all about I’shan’s skills in cooking until R’nd pointed it out (which had earned the bluerider a kiss of delighted thanks) and B’jin had wheeled I’shan into cooking up something nice. Besides, he knew the bluerider was friends with a couple of the kids too; he threw an invitation at the bluerider (not waiting to hear his reply) and dragged R’nd off to find more people to bug.
Only when he had made arrangements for table movement, and food preparation, and that all the weyrlings knew they were to be present on the twelfth at 7pm in the Square did B’jin allow a rather exhausted and overwhelmed looking R’nd to drag him home. Then he had invested time and energy into thanking his bluerider for being so wonderful.
That had all been the first day; thereafter, B’jin had spent a lot of time holed up in R’nd’s hut, sprawled on the couch – or the floor – or at the bluerider’s desk – or on the bed, with a pen in hand and parchment set out before him. A small pile slowly developed on the coffee table, as B’jin completed each small project. On each sheet of parchment, B’jin created a black and white portrait of the Weyrling’s face, the face of his dragonet, and in a few cases, their firelizards were added to the mix, usually as a fancy border around the edges.
Each image had its own little flair added to it, subtle but clearly indicating that B’jin paid far too much attention to each of the young men and their dragonets. Talian’s image held hints of the Healer Hall within it, while the one created for S’jin was edged with slices of cake and sweets. After completing each image, B’jin would demand R’nd critique it, though he mostly did so to watch R’nd’s face and the emotions that would flicker across it. His lover was such fun!
Now, however, as the Weyrlings all gathered and settled themselves down, B’jin watched silently from where he was standing behind R’nd’s chair, having shoved his lover to sit down with an eagerness born of wanting to give his little gifts to his class. Only when all of them were seated, did B’jin bounce around the edge of the table, passing out the sheets of parchment to each of the youngsters, alongside their newly tied knots. They were seniors, now! B’jin was just about giddy with delight as he made it back to R’nd, and gave his lover a similar image as he’d done for each of the weyrlings, flashing a brilliant smile that held a touch of smug.
Bouncing around to stand behind R’nd once more, B’jin folded his arms across the back of his lover’s shoulders and leaned against him lazily, leaning down to kiss R’nd lightly on the temple before turning back and watching the group with an eager expression. He had plans for their graduation gifts, too! Those would take more work, though, and B’jin would need the entire upcoming year to barter for them. “Do you like them?” The greenrider was practically glowing he was so pleased with himself.
