21.Jan.12, 06:00 PM
Okay Ronarth said solemnly, almost whispering. He curled into a tight ball and laid his wedge-shaped head on the ground, huffing nervously as the drama inside prepared to unfold. He could sense the tension in his rider, flowing in the man's blood and constricting his veins. Ronarth hated it when D'ren got like this. The dragon, with little true understanding of human issues, would have rather D'ren be outright angry or upset than just..tense. Waiting.
D'ren consoled Ronarth and watched in silence as B'jin arranged himself in his seat. Something was wrong about the greenrider's body language. He was so nervous and twitchy, with none of his usual energetic glow. B'jin even looked older somehow, when normally he carried such a nice, refreshing youthful streak. D'ren frowned and waited with a touch of impatience as B'jin started to explain himself.
Misjudged? Asked the wrong questions? I wonder where he's going with this the bronzerider thought regretfully. Well, his good mood was slipping away, that was certain. He would wait to hear the entire explanation, his face gradually growing redder and redder. His expression changed, but it didn't change; his eyes only gradually narrowed, almost invisibly, and his lips became thinner and his jaw set tighter. Droplets of sweat formed under his shirt collar and on his brow, and his hands gripped his forearms tighter as he sat in his slouched, arms-crossed position.
Near the end of the little speech, he slumped completely and just stared for a few long seconds. His jaw gradually slacked. Then, with a jarring jolt of his heart and a sudden surge of disbelieved frenzy, he sprang to his feet.
"WHAT?!" he boomed. It was the first time he'd ever outright screamed at B'jin, and one of the only times he'd ever outright screamed at anyone as Weyrleader. Outside, Ronarth twitched, his entire body roiling like an angry serpent for a few quick seconds. Oh, no! Please don't get angry... the bronze pleaded. He could practically feel D'ren's blood pressure skyrocketing.
D'ren stood, staring at B'jin in disbelief for a few of the most awkwardly silent seconds in the history of mankind. After an uncomfortably long time, he groaned and started pacing. "How..." he said, his voice returning to normal volume for a only a moment before sinking dangerously low, "...could you screw something up so completely and totally?! You're my best search rider!" he said, staggered, practically disbelieving.
He stopped mid-pace and waved a hand at B'jin. "How do you go from that to something like this? You...have to be kidding me!" he said. He couldn't even begin to go on about how many things were wrong about this. It was a miracle he hadn't had a heart attack, but judging by the pace of his wildly fluttering heart, he still might!
"B'jin...you seriously mean to tell me that to avoid a healer with great potential who was 'going to be missed', you picked up someone who has no potential and will definitly be missed? An honorary master? That...never happens! And he doesn't even have potential to Impress a dragon?"
D'ren consoled Ronarth and watched in silence as B'jin arranged himself in his seat. Something was wrong about the greenrider's body language. He was so nervous and twitchy, with none of his usual energetic glow. B'jin even looked older somehow, when normally he carried such a nice, refreshing youthful streak. D'ren frowned and waited with a touch of impatience as B'jin started to explain himself.
Misjudged? Asked the wrong questions? I wonder where he's going with this the bronzerider thought regretfully. Well, his good mood was slipping away, that was certain. He would wait to hear the entire explanation, his face gradually growing redder and redder. His expression changed, but it didn't change; his eyes only gradually narrowed, almost invisibly, and his lips became thinner and his jaw set tighter. Droplets of sweat formed under his shirt collar and on his brow, and his hands gripped his forearms tighter as he sat in his slouched, arms-crossed position.
Near the end of the little speech, he slumped completely and just stared for a few long seconds. His jaw gradually slacked. Then, with a jarring jolt of his heart and a sudden surge of disbelieved frenzy, he sprang to his feet.
"WHAT?!" he boomed. It was the first time he'd ever outright screamed at B'jin, and one of the only times he'd ever outright screamed at anyone as Weyrleader. Outside, Ronarth twitched, his entire body roiling like an angry serpent for a few quick seconds. Oh, no! Please don't get angry... the bronze pleaded. He could practically feel D'ren's blood pressure skyrocketing.
D'ren stood, staring at B'jin in disbelief for a few of the most awkwardly silent seconds in the history of mankind. After an uncomfortably long time, he groaned and started pacing. "How..." he said, his voice returning to normal volume for a only a moment before sinking dangerously low, "...could you screw something up so completely and totally?! You're my best search rider!" he said, staggered, practically disbelieving.
He stopped mid-pace and waved a hand at B'jin. "How do you go from that to something like this? You...have to be kidding me!" he said. He couldn't even begin to go on about how many things were wrong about this. It was a miracle he hadn't had a heart attack, but judging by the pace of his wildly fluttering heart, he still might!
"B'jin...you seriously mean to tell me that to avoid a healer with great potential who was 'going to be missed', you picked up someone who has no potential and will definitly be missed? An honorary master? That...never happens! And he doesn't even have potential to Impress a dragon?"