11.Mar.12, 06:17 PM
Ronarth was, as usual, completely oblivious to the tension. He crooned softly to his fellow dragons as he folded his wings and settled himself in the grass. D'ren wanted to set things straight with B'jin the bronze purred to Ayyonth, though his mindvoice was readily available to Larrikith as well. He feels bad about losing his temper. He spent a while earlier trying to decide if B'jin had been punished enough. He's come to let him off the hook, Ii think
The dragon's cheery tone dropped off suddenly and his eyes flushed a sharp shade of yellow. He angled his head towards the riders, distressed by the sudden surge of frustration than shot through his bonded at the icy greeting he'd received. Something was wrong, Ronarth realized, all too late to actually do anything about it.
D'ren crossed his arms and resisted the urge to sigh and roll his eyes. The other riders' aggravation was obvious, but he could live with that. He was used to people being aggravated with his sense or order and priority. While these two might have considered their paint-wrestling session to be of utmost importance, D'ren figured B'jin's theoretical acquittal was a bit more important. "Yes," he said, "Right now. I'll only take a moment of your time."
His gaze shifted about, surveying the scene. Ronarth, has B'jin been working?
Ronarth creeled. No
D'ren's expression hardened. Why didn't you tell me that before I came over here to relieve him, Ronarth?
Because I thought it didn't matter....aaaaand I wanted you two to be friends again
D'ren rubbed his forehead. 'Maybe later', huh? "B'jin," D'ren said, withholding the fact that he as actually there to excuse the greenrider from additional work, "You have one more chance. This attitude is really starting to wear on me," he said, keeping his tone even, almost sorrowful. What did someone do with an obstinate greenrider?
He knew what his old Weyrleader at Ista would have done. He knew what he and Tsuen had decided might be necessary. He just really, really didn't want to.
"So drop the attitude and get over here right now," he said, firm without being cross, though there was a deadly seriousness in his tone. "It'll take one moment." Unlike these two freeloaders, he actually had other work to do.
The dragon's cheery tone dropped off suddenly and his eyes flushed a sharp shade of yellow. He angled his head towards the riders, distressed by the sudden surge of frustration than shot through his bonded at the icy greeting he'd received. Something was wrong, Ronarth realized, all too late to actually do anything about it.
D'ren crossed his arms and resisted the urge to sigh and roll his eyes. The other riders' aggravation was obvious, but he could live with that. He was used to people being aggravated with his sense or order and priority. While these two might have considered their paint-wrestling session to be of utmost importance, D'ren figured B'jin's theoretical acquittal was a bit more important. "Yes," he said, "Right now. I'll only take a moment of your time."
His gaze shifted about, surveying the scene. Ronarth, has B'jin been working?
Ronarth creeled. No
D'ren's expression hardened. Why didn't you tell me that before I came over here to relieve him, Ronarth?
Because I thought it didn't matter....aaaaand I wanted you two to be friends again
D'ren rubbed his forehead. 'Maybe later', huh? "B'jin," D'ren said, withholding the fact that he as actually there to excuse the greenrider from additional work, "You have one more chance. This attitude is really starting to wear on me," he said, keeping his tone even, almost sorrowful. What did someone do with an obstinate greenrider?
He knew what his old Weyrleader at Ista would have done. He knew what he and Tsuen had decided might be necessary. He just really, really didn't want to.
"So drop the attitude and get over here right now," he said, firm without being cross, though there was a deadly seriousness in his tone. "It'll take one moment." Unlike these two freeloaders, he actually had other work to do.