04.Mar.12, 07:07 AM
Leave it to B'jin to latch on to the wrong detail. D'ren glared back at him irritably. He was willing to let B'jin smart off about the girl without much other consequence. It was annoying, but whatever. D'ren was choosing a different battle. His great point here was: how much trouble can a greenrider cause before enough was enough?
"B'jin," he warned softly as the greenrider rattled on, sarcasm pouring out of him on a level D'rne had never seen, but wasn't surprised to see. He felt his blood boiling just a bit and sweat starting to dampen his shirt collar. Still, he reminded himself to be patient. B'jin had been through a rough time, right? He deserved a little bit of patience. That's what D'ren reminded himself, at least. He was stressed and tired as well, and in no mood to deal with yet more antics from the greenrider.
Outside, Ronarth shifted unhappily in his wallow.
D'ren? I-
Shut up
Okay
There was an odd, awkward mental silence. Ronarth stayed quiet as D'ren stared disbelievingly at B'jin, barely able to keep his jaw from going slack. Ronarth creeled. B'jin, I think you need to stop the bronze whispered, his thick body bristling with discomfort at the unfamiliar emotions coming from his bonded. The pair were a sight, that was for sure. D'ren was a gentle man with a long fuse, but he was more than capable of anger when roused. It didn't suit him, though, and was certainly exceptional behavior.
Well, Talian was optimistic and happy this morning. It seemed like uncharacteristic or rare behavior was on the rise.
The last part was just too much. The bronzerider was completely scandalized and frustrated by B'jin's backtalk. Without warning, D'ren reached out and seized B'jin's shirt collar and gave him a violent jerk. "So help me, B'jin!" he warned. "You have one chance to shut your mouth before I really do murder you. Did you listen at all to what I said? You can't allow your dragon to behave that way. Someone could have been hurt, or worse! Now I understand you were taking care of an urgent situation, but shards!"
He released B'jins shirt and crossed his arms again, face red. "You've been a dragonrider for how many turns? You should be able to control her better by now. The keening is one thing, but actually physically accosting people?"
He bit his lip and tapped his foot, struggling to stay patient. "If being grounded isn't enough for you, we can keep going," he said, the anger dropping off in his tone just a little. "We can start with double chores. I can do this all day," he said, giving B'jin one final chance to stop. He already hated to punish the greenrider, but he had to. He let B'jin get away with too much as it is - and smarting off to a superior like this was unacceptable.
"B'jin," he warned softly as the greenrider rattled on, sarcasm pouring out of him on a level D'rne had never seen, but wasn't surprised to see. He felt his blood boiling just a bit and sweat starting to dampen his shirt collar. Still, he reminded himself to be patient. B'jin had been through a rough time, right? He deserved a little bit of patience. That's what D'ren reminded himself, at least. He was stressed and tired as well, and in no mood to deal with yet more antics from the greenrider.
Outside, Ronarth shifted unhappily in his wallow.
D'ren? I-
Shut up
Okay
There was an odd, awkward mental silence. Ronarth stayed quiet as D'ren stared disbelievingly at B'jin, barely able to keep his jaw from going slack. Ronarth creeled. B'jin, I think you need to stop the bronze whispered, his thick body bristling with discomfort at the unfamiliar emotions coming from his bonded. The pair were a sight, that was for sure. D'ren was a gentle man with a long fuse, but he was more than capable of anger when roused. It didn't suit him, though, and was certainly exceptional behavior.
Well, Talian was optimistic and happy this morning. It seemed like uncharacteristic or rare behavior was on the rise.
The last part was just too much. The bronzerider was completely scandalized and frustrated by B'jin's backtalk. Without warning, D'ren reached out and seized B'jin's shirt collar and gave him a violent jerk. "So help me, B'jin!" he warned. "You have one chance to shut your mouth before I really do murder you. Did you listen at all to what I said? You can't allow your dragon to behave that way. Someone could have been hurt, or worse! Now I understand you were taking care of an urgent situation, but shards!"
He released B'jins shirt and crossed his arms again, face red. "You've been a dragonrider for how many turns? You should be able to control her better by now. The keening is one thing, but actually physically accosting people?"
He bit his lip and tapped his foot, struggling to stay patient. "If being grounded isn't enough for you, we can keep going," he said, the anger dropping off in his tone just a little. "We can start with double chores. I can do this all day," he said, giving B'jin one final chance to stop. He already hated to punish the greenrider, but he had to. He let B'jin get away with too much as it is - and smarting off to a superior like this was unacceptable.