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28.Jan.14, 11:44 PM
Shifting his attention to the excited blue, B’jin ran light fingers down the side of his neck, and lifted his head up, asking politely for his mouth to open so he could look at his teeth, before telling him he could, once more, close his mouth with a light laugh. Wings were gently extended one at a time, and B’jin looked them over, before moving down the dragon’s hindquarters and looking over his tail, then up the other side of his body. The visual examination was punctuated with gentle pokes and curious prods, but there was nothing in the way B’jin looked over Estelth that indicated he was less than pleased by what he saw. He did make a mental note to keep an eye on the pudgy little dragon, but he made no comment to T’vor (yet) about it; first he would wait to see what the upcoming weeks brought about.
“You are a beautiful little dragon, Estelth!” he complimented, smiling warmly at the youngster before turning his eyes on T’vor. “You have a beautiful dragon, T’vor! He is very nicely put together, and I think he will become a very lovely dragon in adulthood.” A wide grin suddenly formed on B’jin’s lips. “I think he can have a little bit more food, but not too much. We’ll be feeding them again before you know it and trust me – you do not want a dragon with a stomach-ache!”
B’jin grinned at the question L’ton put forth in such a plaintive manner, the greenriders eyes sparkling in amusement and affection as he shook his head. “He shouldn’t be,” B’jin promised, though he cast a dry look at Larrikith who gave off airs of innocence. Always inclined to stuff herself, from the moment of hatching onwards, B’jin was pretty sure some dragons would eat, even when there was no room to fill and hunger hadn’t been felt for decades. Pig of a green!
“You can feed him some more as I look him over, if you would like.” So said, B’jin reached gently for Kaliqueth’s left wing, asking politely for it to be extended as he did so. The young brown was a stocky thing, something that seemed to be fairly popular in the browns popping up of late, and B’jin did a reasonable job of keeping his features muted and unbiased as he examined the youngster. B’jin didn’t like browns, and he didn’t like brownriders, but it was a part of the Weyrlingmaster package and so… he suffered in silence (mostly; R’nd was prone to being ranted at or grumbled to).
“Another well put together dragonet,” B’jin smiled, turning his gaze to L’ton with a wink. The young blue and brown were lacking the sheer perfection in build that Thallyath had, but their proportional quirks hardly detracted from their build and B’jin was quite content that both would grow up into well rounded and well put together adults. “I do believe he will be quite an imposing dragon when he reaches his growth,” which was just what B’jin wanted. Another fat arsed brown dragon breathing down his neck! Despite that, B’jin’s smile and words were genuinely pleased. It wouldn’t do to insult the young man; he didn’t decide to be a brownrider, after all!
“You are a beautiful little dragon, Estelth!” he complimented, smiling warmly at the youngster before turning his eyes on T’vor. “You have a beautiful dragon, T’vor! He is very nicely put together, and I think he will become a very lovely dragon in adulthood.” A wide grin suddenly formed on B’jin’s lips. “I think he can have a little bit more food, but not too much. We’ll be feeding them again before you know it and trust me – you do not want a dragon with a stomach-ache!”
B’jin grinned at the question L’ton put forth in such a plaintive manner, the greenriders eyes sparkling in amusement and affection as he shook his head. “He shouldn’t be,” B’jin promised, though he cast a dry look at Larrikith who gave off airs of innocence. Always inclined to stuff herself, from the moment of hatching onwards, B’jin was pretty sure some dragons would eat, even when there was no room to fill and hunger hadn’t been felt for decades. Pig of a green!
“You can feed him some more as I look him over, if you would like.” So said, B’jin reached gently for Kaliqueth’s left wing, asking politely for it to be extended as he did so. The young brown was a stocky thing, something that seemed to be fairly popular in the browns popping up of late, and B’jin did a reasonable job of keeping his features muted and unbiased as he examined the youngster. B’jin didn’t like browns, and he didn’t like brownriders, but it was a part of the Weyrlingmaster package and so… he suffered in silence (mostly; R’nd was prone to being ranted at or grumbled to).
“Another well put together dragonet,” B’jin smiled, turning his gaze to L’ton with a wink. The young blue and brown were lacking the sheer perfection in build that Thallyath had, but their proportional quirks hardly detracted from their build and B’jin was quite content that both would grow up into well rounded and well put together adults. “I do believe he will be quite an imposing dragon when he reaches his growth,” which was just what B’jin wanted. Another fat arsed brown dragon breathing down his neck! Despite that, B’jin’s smile and words were genuinely pleased. It wouldn’t do to insult the young man; he didn’t decide to be a brownrider, after all!
