21.Jan.12, 07:04 AM
Initially, D'ren was pleased and even a tiny bit excited to hear from B'jin. They would been more potential candidates soon, and B'jin had such an excellent record! He was certain the greenrider wouldn't fail him this time, either. Therefore, in cheerful anticipation of B'jin's arrival, he started to clear off his desk and straighten up. He was normally a pretty neat guy, but when work piled up he sometimes fell behind. Company was a good excuse to get some cleaning done.
Then, Larrikith approached. Ronarth let out a husky bellow in greeting, but his enthusiam was cut short. Something seemed...off. They're here Ronrath informed his lifemate, finally rolling back onto his belly and tossing his head and neck like a dog shaking off water, though in this case it was dust.
I...would ask Ronarth said to the green, his eyes flushing yellow with concern. But..I suppose I'll just wait on an explanation. Well this didn't sound good. Larrikith told it like it was, and it things went well she'd have said so. Her avoidance of the question confused Ronarth, but even this dim-witted dragon knew something was amiss. The bronze creeled. D'ren, I'm worried. Larrikith doesn't seem very happy
D'ren's face fell. He could sense Ronarth's discomfort even before the dragon spoke, his words confirmed it. Something was wrong, and that wasn't what D'ren to hear. He crossed his arms and tried to mask his own worried expression as B'jin knocked. Oh boy...Here we go he mumbled to himself. He stopped cleaning and instead turned towards the door, waiting.
Such a timid knock.
"...Come on it," D'ren said after too long a delay. He pulled a chair out from his desk and then seated himself at a second one nearby. "Have a seat..." he said cautiously. "You said we may have a problem?" Ronarth, has Larrikith said anything to you?
Not yet
D'ren frowned. He didn't normally go for the throat like this, but the greenrider practically looked ill. Something pretty serious must have happened. He stayed calm though, his eyes focused neatly on B'jin. The weyrleader smiled, trying his best to look non-threatening. He was calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was already deeply concerned. A million things could have gone wrong! "Go ahead and tell me, then. Let's get it over with." Perfect timing, really. He'd almost managed to find some free time, and that just wouldn't do.
Then, Larrikith approached. Ronarth let out a husky bellow in greeting, but his enthusiam was cut short. Something seemed...off. They're here Ronrath informed his lifemate, finally rolling back onto his belly and tossing his head and neck like a dog shaking off water, though in this case it was dust.
I...would ask Ronarth said to the green, his eyes flushing yellow with concern. But..I suppose I'll just wait on an explanation. Well this didn't sound good. Larrikith told it like it was, and it things went well she'd have said so. Her avoidance of the question confused Ronarth, but even this dim-witted dragon knew something was amiss. The bronze creeled. D'ren, I'm worried. Larrikith doesn't seem very happy
D'ren's face fell. He could sense Ronarth's discomfort even before the dragon spoke, his words confirmed it. Something was wrong, and that wasn't what D'ren to hear. He crossed his arms and tried to mask his own worried expression as B'jin knocked. Oh boy...Here we go he mumbled to himself. He stopped cleaning and instead turned towards the door, waiting.
Such a timid knock.
"...Come on it," D'ren said after too long a delay. He pulled a chair out from his desk and then seated himself at a second one nearby. "Have a seat..." he said cautiously. "You said we may have a problem?" Ronarth, has Larrikith said anything to you?
Not yet
D'ren frowned. He didn't normally go for the throat like this, but the greenrider practically looked ill. Something pretty serious must have happened. He stayed calm though, his eyes focused neatly on B'jin. The weyrleader smiled, trying his best to look non-threatening. He was calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was already deeply concerned. A million things could have gone wrong! "Go ahead and tell me, then. Let's get it over with." Perfect timing, really. He'd almost managed to find some free time, and that just wouldn't do.