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26.Oct.13, 08:16 PM
B’jin had been up since before the sun, bleary eyed and miserable after being up all night tending to Amorandii. The little girl had decided to take the cold to a whole new level, and her fever hadn’t broken until after B’jin had been fretting over her all night, with wash cloths and little cups of water. He could have taken her to Talian, granted, but it was only a cold and B’jin had mastered getting his children through those many turns ago. It was no less stressing, just not something to bother Talian about unnecessarily.
With the little girl tucked up in bed once more, curled up around a stuffed animal she had gotten at some point (B’jin had given up on keeping track of what they were, their names, and from whom they had come.) the greenrider finally felt he would be able to go and bathe and try and wake up. Indamor, left to make sure his sister would not suddenly fall back into an incurable fever, was instructed to call Talian if anything happened. The youngster looked less than impressed, but went about his given task with his usual seriousness.
B’jin escaped into the cool morning air and fled for the bathing house, where warm water and the relaxing scent of lavender were just about worshiped by the greenrider before he pulled himself reluctantly from the pool and went about dressing for the day. It was about then that he received word of R’nd’s lack of health and the greenrider froze. A tremor of terror crept down the man’s spine; clearly his blueriding lover was sick because of him (well, more specifically, Amorandii) and B’jin trembled at the sudden fear of how R’nd would respond to that. He was going to be in so much trouble!
Wide eyed and trembling, B’jin finished dressing and began searching through the community cabinets. Dropping a small glass vial of lavender oil that smashed at his feet, B’jin cursed his trembling hands and paused to take a deep breath. The thick cloud of lavender helped to relax the poor man, who breathed out slowly and went back to what he was doing, not noticing Larrikith and the way she was lurking on the edge of his mind, her emotions ranging from amused to irritated to irked. She hated the way B’jin would fall back into old habits, even when he knew – and he did – that R’nd was not like N’mall.
When his hands were full of a careful selection of jars, B’jin left the bathing house and trotted towards R’nd’s, getting Larrikith to update Indamor on the turn of events. He could feel the conversation take a lot longer than he’d expected, but didn’t bother to investigate; Indamor wasn’t the complaining type, but B’jin figured it wouldn’t be likely even his son would enjoy being dumped to play babysitter of his baby sister. It didn’t occur to the greenrider that the twelve year old boy was standing in the doorway of his sister’s room, arms crossed and lips pursed as he stared in the direction of R’nd’s hut, daring the bluerider to be as terrible as N’mall had been to B’jin.
B’jin arrived at R’nd’s hut only slightly out of breath – apparently running around after Weyrlings was good for his fitness – and gently let himself inside with barely a glance at Ayyonth as Larrikith fluttered down from the sky to land beside her mate with a croon of greeting. Closing the door behind himself, B’jin made his way to the kitchen and started poking around, lighting the fire and filling the kettle pot with water and setting it up to boil. Klah didn’t seem like a good idea, but a warm drink with honey in it would be good for his poor lover’s throat. Leaving that to heat, B’jin made his way to R’nd’s room, only pausing for a tiny moment before taking a deep breath and entering the room.
It was dark, and B’jin left it that way with a quick glance to make sure no light would be peeping in any time soon through curtains or gaps. Content with that, the greenrider quietly made his way to the bed, moving up the side R’nd was mostly sprawled on, and gently placed his little stock pile on the bedside table, shifting the glow lid just barely so he could see without blinding his friend when he opened his eyes. With all of that done, B’jin sat lightly on the edge of the bed, and gently ran a hand down R’nd’s back, watching him with barely visible worry as he waited for a reaction.
With the little girl tucked up in bed once more, curled up around a stuffed animal she had gotten at some point (B’jin had given up on keeping track of what they were, their names, and from whom they had come.) the greenrider finally felt he would be able to go and bathe and try and wake up. Indamor, left to make sure his sister would not suddenly fall back into an incurable fever, was instructed to call Talian if anything happened. The youngster looked less than impressed, but went about his given task with his usual seriousness.
B’jin escaped into the cool morning air and fled for the bathing house, where warm water and the relaxing scent of lavender were just about worshiped by the greenrider before he pulled himself reluctantly from the pool and went about dressing for the day. It was about then that he received word of R’nd’s lack of health and the greenrider froze. A tremor of terror crept down the man’s spine; clearly his blueriding lover was sick because of him (well, more specifically, Amorandii) and B’jin trembled at the sudden fear of how R’nd would respond to that. He was going to be in so much trouble!
Wide eyed and trembling, B’jin finished dressing and began searching through the community cabinets. Dropping a small glass vial of lavender oil that smashed at his feet, B’jin cursed his trembling hands and paused to take a deep breath. The thick cloud of lavender helped to relax the poor man, who breathed out slowly and went back to what he was doing, not noticing Larrikith and the way she was lurking on the edge of his mind, her emotions ranging from amused to irritated to irked. She hated the way B’jin would fall back into old habits, even when he knew – and he did – that R’nd was not like N’mall.
When his hands were full of a careful selection of jars, B’jin left the bathing house and trotted towards R’nd’s, getting Larrikith to update Indamor on the turn of events. He could feel the conversation take a lot longer than he’d expected, but didn’t bother to investigate; Indamor wasn’t the complaining type, but B’jin figured it wouldn’t be likely even his son would enjoy being dumped to play babysitter of his baby sister. It didn’t occur to the greenrider that the twelve year old boy was standing in the doorway of his sister’s room, arms crossed and lips pursed as he stared in the direction of R’nd’s hut, daring the bluerider to be as terrible as N’mall had been to B’jin.
B’jin arrived at R’nd’s hut only slightly out of breath – apparently running around after Weyrlings was good for his fitness – and gently let himself inside with barely a glance at Ayyonth as Larrikith fluttered down from the sky to land beside her mate with a croon of greeting. Closing the door behind himself, B’jin made his way to the kitchen and started poking around, lighting the fire and filling the kettle pot with water and setting it up to boil. Klah didn’t seem like a good idea, but a warm drink with honey in it would be good for his poor lover’s throat. Leaving that to heat, B’jin made his way to R’nd’s room, only pausing for a tiny moment before taking a deep breath and entering the room.
It was dark, and B’jin left it that way with a quick glance to make sure no light would be peeping in any time soon through curtains or gaps. Content with that, the greenrider quietly made his way to the bed, moving up the side R’nd was mostly sprawled on, and gently placed his little stock pile on the bedside table, shifting the glow lid just barely so he could see without blinding his friend when he opened his eyes. With all of that done, B’jin sat lightly on the edge of the bed, and gently ran a hand down R’nd’s back, watching him with barely visible worry as he waited for a reaction.
