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31.Mar.12, 04:28 PM
"You wouldn't know anything about being cheeky, would you?" D'ren theorized with a half-smile. He was secretly quite pleased to see B'jin in such a good mood, good enough to just come stomping right into the hut and just make himself at home. That was the B'jin everyone knew and loved. He was bouncing back just as well as D'ren had hoped.
Which was good. He wanted to put the whole lashing business behind him, and if B'jin was content to not talk about it, so was D'ren.
He listened quietly to B'jin's comments about switchriding and just slowly shook his head. "You realize all greens switch, right?" he asked patiently. It didn't surprise him that his spunky greenrider wanted something more, but that was just how things went. Every dragon color had it's own crucial role, and greens were the very best...but without the stamina to go all the way. That's just how things worked.
"Im sure Larrikith will be a terror while she's up there, though. I'd like to have you in my own wing, actually." His calm tone carefully hid any traces of anxiety, but they boiled in his gut. He wasn't looking forward to the idea of threadfall, but at the same time he felt a bit ashamed that he would be too old to actually fly thread once it finally came.
Flying thread was his responsibility. He was a dragonrider, a bronzerider! Of course, anyone else would have reminded him that rebuilding the Weyr was service enough, but he would never, ever feel like he was finished. He would never feel like he'd done enough.
It wasn't enough until everything was perfect, but a single man can't save Pern by himself.
He sighed, releasing his tension before it grew to be too much, and shifted his attention back to B'jin. "If you have any ideas, though..." he offered casually. If B'jin had something in mind within his dragon's capabilities, more power to him. "I'm going to keep an eye on that new bronzerider Allendris...he may make a good new wingleader one day," he thought aloud.
He paused when his drawing slid out of the notebook and wound up in B'jin's hands. D'ren chuckled lightly, the first legitimate laugh he'd produced in their short conversation. "He really was...he ate everything in sight. It took me the better part of half a turn to gt him under control," he commented fondly. What he wouldn't give to ave those days back! How he envied Ronarth, who still seemed to live in those times...innocent and playful. Perhaps what was why Ronarth stayed young while D'ren grew old.
Perhaps Ronarth's youth was all that kept D'ren from getting even older.
"Thank you," he commented afterwards. He knew B'jin was protective of his own work and probably didn't hand out compliments lightly. "It's...rusty. I don't really have the time any more," he said. "Ronarth loves them, though. He always raves that they look like 'flat Ronarths'."
Outside, Ronarth rumbled and shifted about, positioning his eye outside the window so he could see inside. You're talking about me! he observed.
Yes Ronarth....We are. What would he do without that dopey dragon?
Which was good. He wanted to put the whole lashing business behind him, and if B'jin was content to not talk about it, so was D'ren.
He listened quietly to B'jin's comments about switchriding and just slowly shook his head. "You realize all greens switch, right?" he asked patiently. It didn't surprise him that his spunky greenrider wanted something more, but that was just how things went. Every dragon color had it's own crucial role, and greens were the very best...but without the stamina to go all the way. That's just how things worked.
"Im sure Larrikith will be a terror while she's up there, though. I'd like to have you in my own wing, actually." His calm tone carefully hid any traces of anxiety, but they boiled in his gut. He wasn't looking forward to the idea of threadfall, but at the same time he felt a bit ashamed that he would be too old to actually fly thread once it finally came.
Flying thread was his responsibility. He was a dragonrider, a bronzerider! Of course, anyone else would have reminded him that rebuilding the Weyr was service enough, but he would never, ever feel like he was finished. He would never feel like he'd done enough.
It wasn't enough until everything was perfect, but a single man can't save Pern by himself.
He sighed, releasing his tension before it grew to be too much, and shifted his attention back to B'jin. "If you have any ideas, though..." he offered casually. If B'jin had something in mind within his dragon's capabilities, more power to him. "I'm going to keep an eye on that new bronzerider Allendris...he may make a good new wingleader one day," he thought aloud.
He paused when his drawing slid out of the notebook and wound up in B'jin's hands. D'ren chuckled lightly, the first legitimate laugh he'd produced in their short conversation. "He really was...he ate everything in sight. It took me the better part of half a turn to gt him under control," he commented fondly. What he wouldn't give to ave those days back! How he envied Ronarth, who still seemed to live in those times...innocent and playful. Perhaps what was why Ronarth stayed young while D'ren grew old.
Perhaps Ronarth's youth was all that kept D'ren from getting even older.
"Thank you," he commented afterwards. He knew B'jin was protective of his own work and probably didn't hand out compliments lightly. "It's...rusty. I don't really have the time any more," he said. "Ronarth loves them, though. He always raves that they look like 'flat Ronarths'."
Outside, Ronarth rumbled and shifted about, positioning his eye outside the window so he could see inside. You're talking about me! he observed.
Yes Ronarth....We are. What would he do without that dopey dragon?
