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06.Dec.13, 01:42 AM
B’jin grinned, the expression impish in nature. He enjoyed getting under people’s skin, and getting under G’rem’s was especially rewarding, because B’jin was quite positive the massive bluerider was a parading bully. Who ran around hitting their weyrlings with an oversized stick, anyway?! Besides, the fact that what had gotten G’rem all riled up came with S’kef’s blessing (more or less, sort of.) only made it all the sweeter to B’jin. The greenrider set himself down on a chair not occupied by someone else, and actually managed to present a serious air as he sorted his thoughts into some sort of order before speaking.
“I spoke with S’kef,” Weyrleader B’jin’s arse, “earlier in the week. He has agreed to allow a review of the Weyrling course, in favour of shortening the duration.” The greenrider paused, and leaned forward slightly, expression serious as he met his fellow Weyrlingmaster’s eye. “My group has already learned all the need to know, six months ahead of schedule.” Not that B’jin was wholly responsible for that; S’kef deciding to kill a bronzerider had forced his hand into teaching the kids how to between well before B’jin would have actively taught them himself. But Faranth knew, if even little T’bia could learn to between ahead of schedule and not kill himself – anyone could!
“I drew up some drafts,” leaning back again, B’jin lost a hand in the depths of a pocket, to withdraw a few sheets of slightly crumpled paper. He scrunched his nose up slightly at his own lack of regard for the notes, before smoothing them flat and pushing them towards J’di to look at if she so desired. “We can condense them down to fifteen months, instead of the full twenty-four.” Leaning back again, B’jin paused again thoughtfully, before shaking his head slightly.
“G’rem disproves; we’ve been operating under the twenty-four month system for as long as anyone can remembers. But these girls are packing a punch with their clutching rates, and not enough of the Riders are interested in stepping up and teaching; we can’t be stuck with a mature class when we can be teaching a fresh batch.” B’jin frowned slightly in worry, eyebrows furrowing above expressive brown eyes as he waited – visibly anxious – to see which side of the fence J’di was going to be on.
“I spoke with S’kef,” Weyrleader B’jin’s arse, “earlier in the week. He has agreed to allow a review of the Weyrling course, in favour of shortening the duration.” The greenrider paused, and leaned forward slightly, expression serious as he met his fellow Weyrlingmaster’s eye. “My group has already learned all the need to know, six months ahead of schedule.” Not that B’jin was wholly responsible for that; S’kef deciding to kill a bronzerider had forced his hand into teaching the kids how to between well before B’jin would have actively taught them himself. But Faranth knew, if even little T’bia could learn to between ahead of schedule and not kill himself – anyone could!
“I drew up some drafts,” leaning back again, B’jin lost a hand in the depths of a pocket, to withdraw a few sheets of slightly crumpled paper. He scrunched his nose up slightly at his own lack of regard for the notes, before smoothing them flat and pushing them towards J’di to look at if she so desired. “We can condense them down to fifteen months, instead of the full twenty-four.” Leaning back again, B’jin paused again thoughtfully, before shaking his head slightly.
“G’rem disproves; we’ve been operating under the twenty-four month system for as long as anyone can remembers. But these girls are packing a punch with their clutching rates, and not enough of the Riders are interested in stepping up and teaching; we can’t be stuck with a mature class when we can be teaching a fresh batch.” B’jin frowned slightly in worry, eyebrows furrowing above expressive brown eyes as he waited – visibly anxious – to see which side of the fence J’di was going to be on.
