Past and Present [D'ren]

B'jin nodded in silent acceptance of D'ren's words, his down turned gaze hiding the surprised delight he felt at the man's words. He hadn't really expected even that much, instead believing that D'ren would tell him a flat no. While B'jin didn't know that D'ren was being flooded with opinions and ideas, he could imagine that it would be so, and that it would only get worse when it was made public knowledge. Everyone would want to have their say, there would be those who were emotional about getting (or not getting) a rank or being placed with people they didn't like - or not with the people they did. B'jin's nose scrunched up at the implied headaches D'ren was going to get. But, if the Weyrleader could live with what was already being said about him, telling people to suck it up and cope with their assigned wings probably wouldn't be that much worse, if any worse at all.

The greenrider was still firmly convinced that he would be more use, than he would be in the way. While he wasn't as social as some of his fellows, he did know the vast majority of his fellow greenriders, and almost all the blueriders (a result of Larrikith's free flying routine). With the exception of D'ren, and those that the Weyrleader brought him into direct contact with, B'jin avoided the brown and bronzeriders. Considering most of them stuffy and less than interesting company was a firm decider for the generally cheerful man to enjoy the company of his colour mates. At least they knew how to have clean fun - not thrill in insubordination and punishments. B'jin's lips thinned.

"I told you Larri is an amazing Searcher," B'jin returned, his expression both warming and brightening as his brown eyes rose from where he'd been staring at the pad of paper to meet D'ren's green gaze. He didn't bother to tell the Weyrleader that both Allendris and Jada had been accidental finds; diamonds in the rough and he hadn't intended to actively Search anyone when Larrikith announced them. That would completely ruin the flair and his reputation! A slight frown pulled his eyebrows together and B'jin shifted forward, arm twisting behind his back to rub gently at an itching stitch.

"Talian," the name was more sigh than anything else, and B'jin shook his head. "Larri thinks green, for him, but I doubt he'll Impress, even if you held him before every dragonet to crack shell." He gave a dry, ironic little snort, and put his hand in his lap, settling back against the chair with absent caution. His back didn't hurt that bad, but it itched and he was becoming used to treating it delicately, particularly after being lectured by the wherry healer who fixed him up after Larri's flight.

"Very sweet," B'jin confirmed, his mind returning to his fostered son. "I don't think bringing him here did any damage that wouldn't have sprung up had he been left where he was," the greenrider mumbled, gaze losing focus as he thought back over things Talian had - and hadn't - said to him. "He was very unhappy. I think he will be alright, once he has a goal set for himself. He's floundering, and has nothing to aim at to get his feet back under himself." B'jin shook his head slightly. He could remember feeling lost like that.
"He is an amazing little healer, though." B'jin said warmly, pride wrapped around the tones as a small smile played across his lips. The kid didn't take nearly enough pride in himself and his work, but B'jin could list three of Talian's patients that were much better off for the young man's patience and gentle fingers than they would have been without him. His back was nothing, compared to Indivara's face or Farlint's knee, but he knew enough to know that if handled badly it could have been sewn in such a manner as to make all his movements ghastly or painful even once healed. He had complete faith that Talian had put him back together to cause minimal longterm pain. He had seen the girl's face from a distance, and didn't doubt she'd probably not be alive if not for his boy's quick mind and steady hands. The other candidate was as lucky; Katila wasn't the place for cripples, and the inability to send him home would have made his life long and painful.

B'jin's own face flushed with delight when D'ren interrupted his musings to offer him a folder, and the greenrider's eyes lit up in obvious joy as he carefully handled the item, turning pages with caution and respect. His smile was honest, teeth visible as he bit his bottom lip in amusement at some of the images. "These are amazing," he said warmly, spoiled only by the half giggle-half snort as he turned the page to look at another picture, eyes crinkling as his smile grew.

He continued looking through the folder in silence for a few more pages, and while his delight in being given the artwork to view didn't fade, the man's features mellowed out, obviously thinking carefully before opening his mouth. Contrary to what D'ren might believe, B'jin usually thought carefully before he said something. A fact that may or may not have been worrying to the Weyrleader where he to be privy to it. Believing the greenrider to be a spur of the moment man was probably why B'jin got away with so much, and was certainly not something he was going to correct D'ren on.

"I do have a request, though." He said finally, looking up with a slight frown. That, of course, was the easy part. The hard part was phrasing what he wanted so D'ren would hear him out instead of freaking or getting the wrong idea. B'jin chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. "I want, well, no, I need to go North." The brown eyes that caught and held D'ren's own were serious, though there was a lingering doubt behind them that indicated his expectation to be straight up denied. He had, after all, been a naughty boy and despite his various punishments, B'jin wasn't prepared to believe he would be allowed to go, especially with Searching on hold.