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31.Mar.12, 10:38 PM
So B'jin wanted to help arrange wings? D'ren wasn't immediately sure how he felt about that. B'jin's judgement was generally sound but also prone to unexpected and highly irrational shifts, and D'ren didn't have time for that sort of unpredictability in his life. Then again, it would also be nice to have some input from a chromatic rider, specifically a rider of a small dragon. As fair as D'ren tried to be, it was often hard for bronze to see through the eyes of green or blue.
Honestly, D'ren wasn't sure why B'jin didn't just bask in it. The greenrider seemed awfully ambitious of late, while D'ren and Tsuen both craved leisure. The grass was always greener, he supposed.
"I'll think about that," he said to B'jin, giving his friend the most straightforward answer he could. He'd been having trouble with the wings already; everyone and their mother thought they had the best plan in the world. Only a handful of people even knew the wing formations were being reinstated, but already D'ren had more suggestions than he knew what to do with.
He chuckled a little bit at the subject of searchees. "You really did amazing, B'jin...a gold and a bronze," he said, shaking his head in wonderment. "It's a shame that Talian couldn't stand, though." He'd hoped the kid would be able to stand. Maybe that would cheer him up; D'ren couldn't get over how robotic and miserable the kid seemed the one time they'd spoken. The idea that candidates would rather kill themselves than live at Katila was gut wrenching and only made him feel worse about the decision to take them.
"I hear he's a sweet boy, but I'm worried bringing him here may have caused permanent damage." He hadn't broken it to B'jin yet, but he had no intention of ever letting the healer stand. It wasn't worth a betweened dragonet. His tone took on a bit more optimism a moment later. "I'm glad he's recovered, though. He was a life saver at the hatching, perhaps literally..."
He looked back at his drawings and realized he was flushing red. In spite of himself, he reached for a old, tattered folder nearby and slid it towards B'jin. "....There are a lot more in there," he said. "Most are Ronarth in various stages of growth, or his clutchmates..." he said. "It's...precious really. Ronarth didn't understand that every dragon I drew wasn't him, so he would try to correct me when I colored them...He would say 'I'm not blue!'"
Ah, to be young again!
Honestly, D'ren wasn't sure why B'jin didn't just bask in it. The greenrider seemed awfully ambitious of late, while D'ren and Tsuen both craved leisure. The grass was always greener, he supposed.
"I'll think about that," he said to B'jin, giving his friend the most straightforward answer he could. He'd been having trouble with the wings already; everyone and their mother thought they had the best plan in the world. Only a handful of people even knew the wing formations were being reinstated, but already D'ren had more suggestions than he knew what to do with.
He chuckled a little bit at the subject of searchees. "You really did amazing, B'jin...a gold and a bronze," he said, shaking his head in wonderment. "It's a shame that Talian couldn't stand, though." He'd hoped the kid would be able to stand. Maybe that would cheer him up; D'ren couldn't get over how robotic and miserable the kid seemed the one time they'd spoken. The idea that candidates would rather kill themselves than live at Katila was gut wrenching and only made him feel worse about the decision to take them.
"I hear he's a sweet boy, but I'm worried bringing him here may have caused permanent damage." He hadn't broken it to B'jin yet, but he had no intention of ever letting the healer stand. It wasn't worth a betweened dragonet. His tone took on a bit more optimism a moment later. "I'm glad he's recovered, though. He was a life saver at the hatching, perhaps literally..."
He looked back at his drawings and realized he was flushing red. In spite of himself, he reached for a old, tattered folder nearby and slid it towards B'jin. "....There are a lot more in there," he said. "Most are Ronarth in various stages of growth, or his clutchmates..." he said. "It's...precious really. Ronarth didn't understand that every dragon I drew wasn't him, so he would try to correct me when I colored them...He would say 'I'm not blue!'"
Ah, to be young again!
