11.Mar.12, 04:43 AM
Look, D'ren! Ronarth said, presenting his rider with an image of B'jin and R'nd as they were, sprawled on the ground with the older greenrider mounted atop the younger bluerider. Any and all sexual connotations were lost on the bronze, who instead saw two friends playing together in the grass. Everyone should play in the grass with someone they loved! Ronarth could hardly wait to do that with Nirinath once she was finally free of their new clutch. How much fun it would be!
D'ren was less enthused by the image. It might have amused him, but he wasn't keen on thinking about that humiliating close call. The last thing he needed was a persistent image of R'nd poking B'jin floating around in his head. They looked happy, though, whatever was going on. That was good.
D'ren reached down and gave Ronarth a slap on the neck. Take your time getting there, then he said. I don't want to spoil their fun just yet.
He didn't want to spoil their fun at all, and perhaps he wouldn't. He wanted to negotiate the end of B'jin's punishment. That might make the greenrider happy, but who knew, it might come at a bad time and just piss him off. B'jin was horribly difficult to predict. He decided to make his flight to the gather square a leisurely one and give B'jin a little more time with his friend before delivering the news. The breeze was pleasant and he hadn't gone flying nearly enough lately. Ronarth crooned in agreement, gliding along slowly and enjoying the moment of calm before whatever might erupt upon landing.
A few minutes later, they arrived. Ronarth called out to his smaller friends first; Hello, Larrikith and Ayyonth! he called, backwinging heavily and settling into the grass. D'ren dismounted and nodded to the other riders before walking towards them. He never landed Ronarth too close to people. Doing it any other way was hazardous to peoples' health.
"How are you two today?" he said. He smiled at B'jin, though there was a hint of some heavier emotion there. Sadness, perhaps? "B'jin, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, motioning discreetly for B'jin to come to his side. "We need to talk about the other day." He winked playfully, as he often did when in a good mood. "I owe you an apology for losing my temper. I'm sorry for grabbing you like I did. So! let's figure this out," he said, pulling a piece of paper out of his jacket.
D'ren was less enthused by the image. It might have amused him, but he wasn't keen on thinking about that humiliating close call. The last thing he needed was a persistent image of R'nd poking B'jin floating around in his head. They looked happy, though, whatever was going on. That was good.
D'ren reached down and gave Ronarth a slap on the neck. Take your time getting there, then he said. I don't want to spoil their fun just yet.
He didn't want to spoil their fun at all, and perhaps he wouldn't. He wanted to negotiate the end of B'jin's punishment. That might make the greenrider happy, but who knew, it might come at a bad time and just piss him off. B'jin was horribly difficult to predict. He decided to make his flight to the gather square a leisurely one and give B'jin a little more time with his friend before delivering the news. The breeze was pleasant and he hadn't gone flying nearly enough lately. Ronarth crooned in agreement, gliding along slowly and enjoying the moment of calm before whatever might erupt upon landing.
A few minutes later, they arrived. Ronarth called out to his smaller friends first; Hello, Larrikith and Ayyonth! he called, backwinging heavily and settling into the grass. D'ren dismounted and nodded to the other riders before walking towards them. He never landed Ronarth too close to people. Doing it any other way was hazardous to peoples' health.
"How are you two today?" he said. He smiled at B'jin, though there was a hint of some heavier emotion there. Sadness, perhaps? "B'jin, can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, motioning discreetly for B'jin to come to his side. "We need to talk about the other day." He winked playfully, as he often did when in a good mood. "I owe you an apology for losing my temper. I'm sorry for grabbing you like I did. So! let's figure this out," he said, pulling a piece of paper out of his jacket.