21.Jan.12, 09:18 PM
B'jin sniffled unhappily, the sound particularly dainty all things considered, and wiped his face once more on his sleeve, looking pathetic as he tried to do as D'ren asked, feeling very much like a child as he huddled in his chair. B'jin was a parent, and he took a great deal of pride in his children; while his contact with his son, Bendilam, was limited because of his Impression to Larrikith, the young man had done his best to be there for them both. In contrast, the two youngsters he had sired at Katila were children he spent much more time with, when he wasn't up North, he was taking them for rides, teaching them to bathe Larrikith, and playing their childish little games. He understood the requirements of praise and scolding, and didn't blame D'ren for his need to, frankly, make an example of him. After all, if D'ren were willing to come crashing down on B'jin, the other's would likely be more careful in their own Search and Snatches.
"I know," it was a whisper, resigned but understanding. He wouldn't ask for or expect special treatment. He wasn't that kind of guy, and he'd never done it before - he would hardly start now. He nodded slightly, once, as D'ren continued his quiet, almost calm, little speech. B'jin's puzzled gaze rose as D'ren changed subject just slightly, and he watched his Weyrleader's expression with some slight apprehension, eyebrows drawing down as he waited to...
"Oh," the crushed expression on B'jin's face was tempted by the shoulders that slumped. He'd expected as much, but it still hurt. He loved searching, and enjoyed the socalisation it offered with those up North. To be restricted... B'jin's sad expression altered suddenly as D'ren's finger struck his nose, and the brown, tear-sparkled eyes crossed to look at it, and his nostrils flared in surprise. Lifting his gaze, B'jin's eyes uncrossed comically and he stared at D'ren with a horrified expression.
"Wh-what?" His jaw worked as he attempted to process the information B'jin had just been given, and tried to ignore the finger still present upon his nose. "... I-" B'jin pouted, sulking, as his expression began to round out to one more familiar. "How?"
"I know," it was a whisper, resigned but understanding. He wouldn't ask for or expect special treatment. He wasn't that kind of guy, and he'd never done it before - he would hardly start now. He nodded slightly, once, as D'ren continued his quiet, almost calm, little speech. B'jin's puzzled gaze rose as D'ren changed subject just slightly, and he watched his Weyrleader's expression with some slight apprehension, eyebrows drawing down as he waited to...
"Oh," the crushed expression on B'jin's face was tempted by the shoulders that slumped. He'd expected as much, but it still hurt. He loved searching, and enjoyed the socalisation it offered with those up North. To be restricted... B'jin's sad expression altered suddenly as D'ren's finger struck his nose, and the brown, tear-sparkled eyes crossed to look at it, and his nostrils flared in surprise. Lifting his gaze, B'jin's eyes uncrossed comically and he stared at D'ren with a horrified expression.
"Wh-what?" His jaw worked as he attempted to process the information B'jin had just been given, and tried to ignore the finger still present upon his nose. "... I-" B'jin pouted, sulking, as his expression began to round out to one more familiar. "How?"