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11.Apr.12, 06:35 AM
B'jin accepted the given information about the youthful goldrider with a quiet serenity. Besides the fact that there was little point in getting uptight about the situation now, the greenrider was firm in his belief that Talian could, would and did fix everything. There were no possible better hands for the goldrider to be in and if Talian said she'd only lose some feeling, B'jin could only imagine that without his boy, the girl would probably have ended up armless, or worse!
The news that Talian hadn't seen his friends since their Impression was met with a flat stare, B'jin's brown eyes hardening as he stared up at Talian's uncomfortable face. "Not that busy." B'jin said simply, though there was an unusual force in his voice. "And of course she doesn't." B'jin snorted. "You two were lovers. Dragonets are incredibly possessive for the first turn or so. Besides which, Larrikith likes the little green, so I can only imagine what type of dragon she will shape up to be." His eyebrows crept up his forehead once more, though now his eyes were alive with amusement. Larrikith wasn't all that fussy about whom she did and did not like, but she did have a reputation as an obnoxious little tart, and she rarely took to dragonets with such interest. Which was why he had specifically ordered her to stay away from the Hatchlings. Erisi would undoubtedly have enough trouble with his little green, without Larrikith encouraging it.
"I've changed my mind." B'jin announced suddenly, in the lengthy pause between subjects as Talian sulked to himself. "When we finish here, I am taking you to see your friends - even if I have to carry you! - and then I will go bathe." He gave Talian a look that was half smug, half serious and then flowed into the next topic, dropping that one completely. His mind was made up and Talian would be going to see his friends and their little mind-warts whether he wanted to or not. If he doubted B'jin would carry him, he would be in for a rude surprise! The thought of slinging the dignified young man over his shoulder and marching him across the Weyr was highly amusing, however, and a smile flickered over B'jin's lips.
The greenrider watched the play of emotions on his son's face with slowly arching eyebrows, amusement visible before his eyes widened dramatically with surprise and he stared at Talian, wondering if the boy were slightly mental. "Um, Tal? Larri flies four times a Turn, and I happen to enjoy them for the most part. Besides which, I'm pretty sure the only way you'll stop the little minx is by killing her, and for all my whining, I am rather fond of the pip squeak." Eyebrows suddenly furrowed and he eyed Talian with slight worry. "You're not going to hurt her, are you?" While B'jin couldn't imagine that Talian would actively do anything to hurt him, he was also well aware of the fact that the boy was firmly of the opinion that the world would be and was better without the great beasts. Talian hurting Larrikith wouldn't make B'jin angry; it would break his heart and as he stared at Talian with huge eyes, that was clearly written on his face.
B'jin? Larrikith asked gently, picking up on his distress despite her apparent amusement at whatever she was doing at that moment. Paying less attention to the Hatchlings for a moment, Larrikith strengthened the line of communication with her rider to see what was going on. Brushing over his thoughts, her amusement tripled and she laughed, the sound vibrating in the man's mind. He couldn't hurt me if he tried, Larrikith was as firm in this belief as she ever was. Hurting her would hurt B'jin, and while she had no doubt that Talian probably wished she'd jump between and never come back, she also knew he would never act upon it. Besides, he thinks far too loudly. I'd hear him coming before he even completed the thought. She snorted again, the eyeroll in her voice. Honestly. Could she not leave B'jin alone for even a moment before he was working himself up to dramatics?
He's so melodramatic sometimes. Just ignore him. While that was said for Talian, she in no way left B'jin out of it and the man pouted unhappily. "I am not," he sulked, distinctly childish in his determination to ignore exactly how much he was making true her words. Larrikith's impression of an eyeroll was broadcast before she cut communication off, putting up a neat wall between herself and B'jin, with a snide parting comment about finding her when he was finished with being a baby.
"I take it back. I don't like her at all." His look was flat, his tone a grumble. "Horrible creature." He winked at Talian, the older man's mood shifting as erratically as ever. He really couldn't find it in him to remain in a downer, and he trusted Larrikith (for all that he should probably know better after thir-twenty six turns) and he did know better than to think Talian would hurt his green monster, though hearing it from the boy wouldn't go unappreciated.
[sup]He's such a drama queen.[/sup]
The news that Talian hadn't seen his friends since their Impression was met with a flat stare, B'jin's brown eyes hardening as he stared up at Talian's uncomfortable face. "Not that busy." B'jin said simply, though there was an unusual force in his voice. "And of course she doesn't." B'jin snorted. "You two were lovers. Dragonets are incredibly possessive for the first turn or so. Besides which, Larrikith likes the little green, so I can only imagine what type of dragon she will shape up to be." His eyebrows crept up his forehead once more, though now his eyes were alive with amusement. Larrikith wasn't all that fussy about whom she did and did not like, but she did have a reputation as an obnoxious little tart, and she rarely took to dragonets with such interest. Which was why he had specifically ordered her to stay away from the Hatchlings. Erisi would undoubtedly have enough trouble with his little green, without Larrikith encouraging it.
"I've changed my mind." B'jin announced suddenly, in the lengthy pause between subjects as Talian sulked to himself. "When we finish here, I am taking you to see your friends - even if I have to carry you! - and then I will go bathe." He gave Talian a look that was half smug, half serious and then flowed into the next topic, dropping that one completely. His mind was made up and Talian would be going to see his friends and their little mind-warts whether he wanted to or not. If he doubted B'jin would carry him, he would be in for a rude surprise! The thought of slinging the dignified young man over his shoulder and marching him across the Weyr was highly amusing, however, and a smile flickered over B'jin's lips.
The greenrider watched the play of emotions on his son's face with slowly arching eyebrows, amusement visible before his eyes widened dramatically with surprise and he stared at Talian, wondering if the boy were slightly mental. "Um, Tal? Larri flies four times a Turn, and I happen to enjoy them for the most part. Besides which, I'm pretty sure the only way you'll stop the little minx is by killing her, and for all my whining, I am rather fond of the pip squeak." Eyebrows suddenly furrowed and he eyed Talian with slight worry. "You're not going to hurt her, are you?" While B'jin couldn't imagine that Talian would actively do anything to hurt him, he was also well aware of the fact that the boy was firmly of the opinion that the world would be and was better without the great beasts. Talian hurting Larrikith wouldn't make B'jin angry; it would break his heart and as he stared at Talian with huge eyes, that was clearly written on his face.
B'jin? Larrikith asked gently, picking up on his distress despite her apparent amusement at whatever she was doing at that moment. Paying less attention to the Hatchlings for a moment, Larrikith strengthened the line of communication with her rider to see what was going on. Brushing over his thoughts, her amusement tripled and she laughed, the sound vibrating in the man's mind. He couldn't hurt me if he tried, Larrikith was as firm in this belief as she ever was. Hurting her would hurt B'jin, and while she had no doubt that Talian probably wished she'd jump between and never come back, she also knew he would never act upon it. Besides, he thinks far too loudly. I'd hear him coming before he even completed the thought. She snorted again, the eyeroll in her voice. Honestly. Could she not leave B'jin alone for even a moment before he was working himself up to dramatics?
He's so melodramatic sometimes. Just ignore him. While that was said for Talian, she in no way left B'jin out of it and the man pouted unhappily. "I am not," he sulked, distinctly childish in his determination to ignore exactly how much he was making true her words. Larrikith's impression of an eyeroll was broadcast before she cut communication off, putting up a neat wall between herself and B'jin, with a snide parting comment about finding her when he was finished with being a baby.
"I take it back. I don't like her at all." His look was flat, his tone a grumble. "Horrible creature." He winked at Talian, the older man's mood shifting as erratically as ever. He really couldn't find it in him to remain in a downer, and he trusted Larrikith (for all that he should probably know better after thir-twenty six turns) and he did know better than to think Talian would hurt his green monster, though hearing it from the boy wouldn't go unappreciated.
[sup]He's such a drama queen.[/sup]
