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19.Oct.13, 08:16 AM
Only when B’jin was safely in the building did Larrikith descend, the mossy green dragon dropping out of between with wings full of cold air as she flared them over the hut, making the most of Tyrrisath’s recent exit. The little green landed lightly, coiling up like a fat feline, her eyes distrustful and wary as she peered over the edge of the hut at the far bigger brown, her nose crinkling so her teeth were just barely visible. Her nostrils flared as she snorted at him, but no words were spoken – she wouldn’t lower herself to such standards!
B’jin relaxed slightly at the familiar expression on S’kef’s face, pleased the brownrider was falling into the usual roles they filled when they had been unlucky enough to work together with D’ren. He wasn’t foolish enough, of course, to believe that that would mean he was entirely safe – their entire working relationship with D’ren had involved countless points in time where S’kef had made snide remarks, carefully phrased or disguised so only B’jin would understand them. B’jin, however, wasn’t in the mood to actually play games (it was far too hot, and he was sick of the heatwave) and he wanted this done so he could spend the remainder of the evening down at the lake with R’nd.
The greenrider took the indicated seat without any particular fuss, sitting back in it though his feet were casually placed; there was a relaxed air about him that belied the natural readiness to flee. S’kef might be playing nice, and B’jin might be in no mood to bait him, but he was not in any mood to die, either, and things like crossing his legs or ankle would hardly be ideal should the need arise to flee. That, in addition to the heat and B’jin’s desire to enjoy the remainder of the evening, prompted him to get right to the point of his visit, which was far from casual or social.
“My group has just started their eighteenth month of training. I have nothing Weyrling based left to teach them. Due to… circumstances,” he didn’t bother to linger on the unpleasantness of the execution, “they ended up learning a lot of it in a shorter span than typical.” He leaned forward just slightly, sitting up more. A frown furrowed B’jin’s eyebrows and he pursed his lips for a moment. “I have complete documentations on each of them at home,” well, at R’nd’s, but B’jin wasn’t in the mood to dance around that, either. “Including recommendations for which Wing they’ll fit into; I could continue teaching them for another six months, but it will be redundant and a waste of time. I’d rather take on another class, since Krypth has just clutched, and both Okalinath and Aradissicath will be clutching before long.” There really weren’t enough riders interested in putting up with grouchy Northerners or arrogant Southerners to have him teaching an educated class when he could be teaching a new group!
S’kef would see that, right?Or he’ll leave you with them just to spite you. Not likely; it wouldn’t make sense, even if he’d enjoy being a prick. The green dragon snorted again, her gaze never once having left Tyrrisath while she waited for B’jin on the rooftop; she was as eager to get down to the lake and cool off as he was, and she didn’t trust the brownpair as far as she could throw them between.
“I would like to graduate them at the start of next month.” B’jin frowned thoughtfully again. “If I speak to some of the others, I believe we could re-arrange their education roster to be condensed over a smaller time frame. I have some that are about as bright as a wet rock at times, and none of them have faltered. If we can free up ‘Masters six to ten months early, why not? We’re going to need them, with how Krypth is whoring herself out.” B’jin was too busy thinking about what he was saying, that he wasn’t thinking about the words he was using, frowning vaguely at S’kef but not really seeing the brownrider, he was all Harper, all Teacher and very little Greenrider.
B’jin relaxed slightly at the familiar expression on S’kef’s face, pleased the brownrider was falling into the usual roles they filled when they had been unlucky enough to work together with D’ren. He wasn’t foolish enough, of course, to believe that that would mean he was entirely safe – their entire working relationship with D’ren had involved countless points in time where S’kef had made snide remarks, carefully phrased or disguised so only B’jin would understand them. B’jin, however, wasn’t in the mood to actually play games (it was far too hot, and he was sick of the heatwave) and he wanted this done so he could spend the remainder of the evening down at the lake with R’nd.
The greenrider took the indicated seat without any particular fuss, sitting back in it though his feet were casually placed; there was a relaxed air about him that belied the natural readiness to flee. S’kef might be playing nice, and B’jin might be in no mood to bait him, but he was not in any mood to die, either, and things like crossing his legs or ankle would hardly be ideal should the need arise to flee. That, in addition to the heat and B’jin’s desire to enjoy the remainder of the evening, prompted him to get right to the point of his visit, which was far from casual or social.
“My group has just started their eighteenth month of training. I have nothing Weyrling based left to teach them. Due to… circumstances,” he didn’t bother to linger on the unpleasantness of the execution, “they ended up learning a lot of it in a shorter span than typical.” He leaned forward just slightly, sitting up more. A frown furrowed B’jin’s eyebrows and he pursed his lips for a moment. “I have complete documentations on each of them at home,” well, at R’nd’s, but B’jin wasn’t in the mood to dance around that, either. “Including recommendations for which Wing they’ll fit into; I could continue teaching them for another six months, but it will be redundant and a waste of time. I’d rather take on another class, since Krypth has just clutched, and both Okalinath and Aradissicath will be clutching before long.” There really weren’t enough riders interested in putting up with grouchy Northerners or arrogant Southerners to have him teaching an educated class when he could be teaching a new group!
S’kef would see that, right?
“I would like to graduate them at the start of next month.” B’jin frowned thoughtfully again. “If I speak to some of the others, I believe we could re-arrange their education roster to be condensed over a smaller time frame. I have some that are about as bright as a wet rock at times, and none of them have faltered. If we can free up ‘Masters six to ten months early, why not? We’re going to need them, with how Krypth is whoring herself out.” B’jin was too busy thinking about what he was saying, that he wasn’t thinking about the words he was using, frowning vaguely at S’kef but not really seeing the brownrider, he was all Harper, all Teacher and very little Greenrider.
