21.Jan.12, 11:34 PM
B'jin's pout was firmly in place by the time D'ren finished speaking his first sentence. Punishment was one thing, and handleable, but when the Weyrleader had no idea how a task was meant to be completed, B'jin knew he was doomed. He bemoaned silently to Larrikith, who had nothing to offer the man in return. She was just a dragon - what did she know about fixing sick minds? The child was a healer! Surely he'd have the answer. B'jin grimaced, washing away his pout, and gave D'ren an irritable look.
"Thanks." B'jin's statement was sincere - he was incapable of giving sarcastic remarks, or even understanding them. The remark was in response to his eventual Search clearance once more, though he wasn't going to hold out too much hope that it would happen soon... He'd probably be fifty before D'ren gave him clearance, and that was if he were lucky. Sighing, B'jin stood up carefully, and passed his Weyrleader the roll of parchment that had Talian's limited details upon it.
"I'll get the rest of the information out of him while I'm at it, shall I?" His voice was tired, and it was less a question than it was a comment. He frowned, though, as D'ren expressed interest in getting the girl. "I'll get a sketch of her, for a rider. But..." He paused, looking unsure for a moment before ploughing on, "wouldn't it be risky, to grab her now? I mean," he stammered to continue, before D'ren got the wrong idea about where he was going with his objection - "we should definitely have her, but um, Talian... Won't they freak if another goes missing?" B'jin wasn't objecting to someone else picking her up, but he was worried about calling even more attention to them. It was better, that B'jin not be involved in the girl's spiriting - the risk of someone recognising him from just before Talian vanished. The searchrider went out of his way to avoid areas he had Searched within the past six to twelve months. Recognition was not a good thing.
"He won't be missed. His family are bastards." B'jin didn't need the boy to say anything, and while he was sure the boy and his family loved each other in their own way, the man was pretty sure he wasn't treasured as a child, so much as a means to an end. Or, rather, there was not the love shared between the boy and his father as B'jin could relate doting upon his own sons and daughter. Children were meant to be children, not forced into mastership.
B'jin's lips pursed, but he held any comments to himself. He knew he and D'ren were on a similar page about stealing those that lived in the North, and ranting, raving or making comments about such things weren't going to do anyone any good. They did it because they had to, and it was agreed to be the best way to survive. Year round spiriting meant there were more than enough candidates currently around Katila proper for whenever Nirinath decided she felt like flying again... It was simply an unfortunate fact that nine-tenths of those stolen ranged from unhappy to very unhappy about their new life. B'jin wasn't exactly happy himself when he discovered he was stuck in the South.
Oh, quit whining. It's much nicer here.
"Yes, sir," B'jin said, saluting officially before striding out of the Weyrleader's hut. As he stepped out the door, B'jin turned to throw a grin at D'ren. It was weak, and didn't hold any of the greenrider's usual charm, but it was a much more famililar expression than any of those he'd been wearing since his interview with Talian. Slipping over to Larrikith, he flung himself atop her neck and the green dragon flung herself into the air.
Lets get your leathers, but we'll leave the kid alone for now. B'jin's day had been plenty stressful, and he had no desire to freak out the healer after barely ... however long it had been. He'd start bugging him later. Those on the Isle were all due a social trip, anyway, and Larrikith needed a bath.
Wonderful, Larrikith said sarcastically, and just about watching as the tone went right over B'jin's head.
Probably room for you to reply once more, but we're mostly done methinks.
Also; B'jin needs to be cleared to Search by early/mid Summer 231, so he can Search Allendris xD
"Thanks." B'jin's statement was sincere - he was incapable of giving sarcastic remarks, or even understanding them. The remark was in response to his eventual Search clearance once more, though he wasn't going to hold out too much hope that it would happen soon... He'd probably be fifty before D'ren gave him clearance, and that was if he were lucky. Sighing, B'jin stood up carefully, and passed his Weyrleader the roll of parchment that had Talian's limited details upon it.
"I'll get the rest of the information out of him while I'm at it, shall I?" His voice was tired, and it was less a question than it was a comment. He frowned, though, as D'ren expressed interest in getting the girl. "I'll get a sketch of her, for a rider. But..." He paused, looking unsure for a moment before ploughing on, "wouldn't it be risky, to grab her now? I mean," he stammered to continue, before D'ren got the wrong idea about where he was going with his objection - "we should definitely have her, but um, Talian... Won't they freak if another goes missing?" B'jin wasn't objecting to someone else picking her up, but he was worried about calling even more attention to them. It was better, that B'jin not be involved in the girl's spiriting - the risk of someone recognising him from just before Talian vanished. The searchrider went out of his way to avoid areas he had Searched within the past six to twelve months. Recognition was not a good thing.
"He won't be missed. His family are bastards." B'jin didn't need the boy to say anything, and while he was sure the boy and his family loved each other in their own way, the man was pretty sure he wasn't treasured as a child, so much as a means to an end. Or, rather, there was not the love shared between the boy and his father as B'jin could relate doting upon his own sons and daughter. Children were meant to be children, not forced into mastership.
B'jin's lips pursed, but he held any comments to himself. He knew he and D'ren were on a similar page about stealing those that lived in the North, and ranting, raving or making comments about such things weren't going to do anyone any good. They did it because they had to, and it was agreed to be the best way to survive. Year round spiriting meant there were more than enough candidates currently around Katila proper for whenever Nirinath decided she felt like flying again... It was simply an unfortunate fact that nine-tenths of those stolen ranged from unhappy to very unhappy about their new life. B'jin wasn't exactly happy himself when he discovered he was stuck in the South.
Oh, quit whining. It's much nicer here.
"Yes, sir," B'jin said, saluting officially before striding out of the Weyrleader's hut. As he stepped out the door, B'jin turned to throw a grin at D'ren. It was weak, and didn't hold any of the greenrider's usual charm, but it was a much more famililar expression than any of those he'd been wearing since his interview with Talian. Slipping over to Larrikith, he flung himself atop her neck and the green dragon flung herself into the air.
Lets get your leathers, but we'll leave the kid alone for now. B'jin's day had been plenty stressful, and he had no desire to freak out the healer after barely ... however long it had been. He'd start bugging him later. Those on the Isle were all due a social trip, anyway, and Larrikith needed a bath.
Wonderful, Larrikith said sarcastically, and just about watching as the tone went right over B'jin's head.
Probably room for you to reply once more, but we're mostly done methinks.
Also; B'jin needs to be cleared to Search by early/mid Summer 231, so he can Search Allendris xD