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18.Apr.12, 12:00 PM
B'jin was casually at ease, and completely ignorant of his swinging moods. If it had been brought to his attention, B'jin likely would have asked what the other expected of him; his dragon had flown barley a handful of hours previously, badly, and he was still coming down off the rampaging hormones she had shared. Besides which, B'jin's mood was rarely level the past few weeks, as he struggled with the various aspects of his topsy-turvy life.
B'jin took a sip of the wine, enjoying the taste of quality - something Katilan wine was a long shot from ever being - and gave a snort of amusement at D'ren's admittance to saving the brew. He didn't question why his leader had broken the seal, or why he was sharing it with himself. B'jin was not the type to believe D'ren might be surprised that he was there, or that he wasn't holding a grudge against the man. When he wanted to, B'jin could see the world in a very base manner of black and white. D'ren had been required to do something he hadn't wanted to. B'jin might not agree with how many lashes he'd been given or who had done said lashing, but he wasn't so dim witted as to think D'ren had enjoyed it or would rush in to do so again. B'jin had some idea of how his Weyrleader's mind worked and while the man was in power, the greenrider was pretty sure he wouldn't have to really worry about another lashing. The bronzerider was learning to be harsher, but he wasn't cruel.
B'jin would just remember not to press all those buttons at the same time. Just... one or two, occasionally. He liked to know where people's lines were drawn and what buttons made them tick. Now that he had a fairly good idea of how to make D'ren explode, he was more comfortable to sit back, relax, and poke fun at the man just enough to annoy him, possibly anger him, but not end up on his knees in the gather square again. B'jin liked knowing where his boundaries were; he just liked to go leaping and bounding over them before he would obey them.
A crooked grin formed on the man's lips as D'ren changed the subject, brown eyes lighting up with amusement at his words. B'jin was pretty sure D'ren didn't have any children, and since he was pretty sure the man was about as prudish as his own reputation, B'jin was also sure Tusen was the only one he slept with; he had it easier in that regard, of course. He could choose whom his dragon invested a chase in (which was partly why B'jin was still mortified whenever he remembered seeing D'ren, eyes lusty, standing before him. Thank Faranth for Ayyonth! A subtle shudder whispered down B'jin's spine like a cold breeze but he shook it off, and picked up the topic D'ren had offered.
"How is she doing?" B'jin asked, genuinely interested. While Tsuen was hardly old by dragonrider standards, she was still on the far end of the scale when it came to bearing children. Besides that, however, B'jin enjoyed the golderider's company and the idea of having a child with her obviously thrilled D'ren. How could he not be both curious about and happy for them? "Counting down the days?" He added, teasingly, as he winked at D'ren and took another sip from his wine glass. B'jin himself enjoyed his two young brats, though his relationship with them was generally split parenting that had become somewhat rarer, particularly after his lashing. Both women were kind enough to keep the children with them for the most part, though B'jin enjoyed it when the young brats came to spend time with him, and both had shown restraint once they'd realised just how messed up daddy's back was. R'nd was still extremely timid around them and Larrikith had take to warning him if they were around, but B'jin adored the little brats.
"Names?" He asked lightly, raising his eyebrows curiously.
B'jin took a sip of the wine, enjoying the taste of quality - something Katilan wine was a long shot from ever being - and gave a snort of amusement at D'ren's admittance to saving the brew. He didn't question why his leader had broken the seal, or why he was sharing it with himself. B'jin was not the type to believe D'ren might be surprised that he was there, or that he wasn't holding a grudge against the man. When he wanted to, B'jin could see the world in a very base manner of black and white. D'ren had been required to do something he hadn't wanted to. B'jin might not agree with how many lashes he'd been given or who had done said lashing, but he wasn't so dim witted as to think D'ren had enjoyed it or would rush in to do so again. B'jin had some idea of how his Weyrleader's mind worked and while the man was in power, the greenrider was pretty sure he wouldn't have to really worry about another lashing. The bronzerider was learning to be harsher, but he wasn't cruel.
B'jin would just remember not to press all those buttons at the same time. Just... one or two, occasionally. He liked to know where people's lines were drawn and what buttons made them tick. Now that he had a fairly good idea of how to make D'ren explode, he was more comfortable to sit back, relax, and poke fun at the man just enough to annoy him, possibly anger him, but not end up on his knees in the gather square again. B'jin liked knowing where his boundaries were; he just liked to go leaping and bounding over them before he would obey them.
A crooked grin formed on the man's lips as D'ren changed the subject, brown eyes lighting up with amusement at his words. B'jin was pretty sure D'ren didn't have any children, and since he was pretty sure the man was about as prudish as his own reputation, B'jin was also sure Tusen was the only one he slept with; he had it easier in that regard, of course. He could choose whom his dragon invested a chase in (which was partly why B'jin was still mortified whenever he remembered seeing D'ren, eyes lusty, standing before him. Thank Faranth for Ayyonth! A subtle shudder whispered down B'jin's spine like a cold breeze but he shook it off, and picked up the topic D'ren had offered.
"How is she doing?" B'jin asked, genuinely interested. While Tsuen was hardly old by dragonrider standards, she was still on the far end of the scale when it came to bearing children. Besides that, however, B'jin enjoyed the golderider's company and the idea of having a child with her obviously thrilled D'ren. How could he not be both curious about and happy for them? "Counting down the days?" He added, teasingly, as he winked at D'ren and took another sip from his wine glass. B'jin himself enjoyed his two young brats, though his relationship with them was generally split parenting that had become somewhat rarer, particularly after his lashing. Both women were kind enough to keep the children with them for the most part, though B'jin enjoyed it when the young brats came to spend time with him, and both had shown restraint once they'd realised just how messed up daddy's back was. R'nd was still extremely timid around them and Larrikith had take to warning him if they were around, but B'jin adored the little brats.
"Names?" He asked lightly, raising his eyebrows curiously.
