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26.Jan.12, 02:13 AM
[justify]B'jin was becoming somewhat frantic; where was his guitar?! It was a particularly precious instrument to the man, as it was one his past Weyrmate Nemall had given him during the plague. The fellow harper had spent more than a little time crafting it while they were in exile. While the two men hadn't been together for the past three turns, it was something that the greenrider was extremely sentimental about, and the thought of losing it was rapidly driving him slightly hysterical. In his hysteria, he forgot all about his current companions as he searched wildly, occasionally casting frantic eyes to the sky as he dashed to and fro around the area he had been tossed by Larrikith, gaze flickering at intervals towards the ever darkening sky. As he went, he muttered under his breath, a combination of choice curse words and frantic babbling about the guitar and how could he have been so stupid as to lose track of it?
Quietly perched as she was, Larrikith watched her bonded with fond amusement as he slowly became more and more fretful about where he had put the instrument. Her tail curled slowly, moving away from her body and out towards B'jin. The long, green appendage met the man half way in a frantic glance at the sky, and he went tumbling over it, falling on his face once more. Unamused this time, the rider climbed to his feet and threw a vicious look at Larrikith, who seemed unphased by it.
"Do you mind?" B'jin snapped, obviously quite worked up in his intent to find the stringed instrument. Larrikith raised her head some, and tilted it, almost frowning at her rider as her eye colour flashed in colours that indicated irritation and slight distress. They sparkled momentarily into amusement, however, before grumbling back to irritation and she snorted. B'jin had his own head tilted as he stared at the dragon and then pounced on her.
"You horrible, horrible beast!" The words contained a combination of irritation, exasperation and devoted love as he bounded backwards, once more full of energy, with the guitar in his hands. It had, by all appearances, fallen down between Larrikith's tail and her side in the process of flicking her rider away from her earlier in the gathering. B'jin, occupied with checking the instrument over, almost didn't notice as the clouds finally began to lose their grip on the rain within.
You have buttons, and I enjoy pressing them. the green intoned tartly, but B'jin ignored her as the rain was finally noticed. Squealing in a particularly girlish manner, the man wrapped his arms around his beloved instrument and dashed towards the Hall doorway, yelping back over his shoulder, as if the other two men were unaware of the fact that it was now pouring rain:
"You're getting wet!"
Skidding to a halt in the doorway, B'jin began to once more check his precious guitar over, totally forgetting about the drums that were sitting at Larrikith's feet.
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Quietly perched as she was, Larrikith watched her bonded with fond amusement as he slowly became more and more fretful about where he had put the instrument. Her tail curled slowly, moving away from her body and out towards B'jin. The long, green appendage met the man half way in a frantic glance at the sky, and he went tumbling over it, falling on his face once more. Unamused this time, the rider climbed to his feet and threw a vicious look at Larrikith, who seemed unphased by it.
"Do you mind?" B'jin snapped, obviously quite worked up in his intent to find the stringed instrument. Larrikith raised her head some, and tilted it, almost frowning at her rider as her eye colour flashed in colours that indicated irritation and slight distress. They sparkled momentarily into amusement, however, before grumbling back to irritation and she snorted. B'jin had his own head tilted as he stared at the dragon and then pounced on her.
"You horrible, horrible beast!" The words contained a combination of irritation, exasperation and devoted love as he bounded backwards, once more full of energy, with the guitar in his hands. It had, by all appearances, fallen down between Larrikith's tail and her side in the process of flicking her rider away from her earlier in the gathering. B'jin, occupied with checking the instrument over, almost didn't notice as the clouds finally began to lose their grip on the rain within.
You have buttons, and I enjoy pressing them. the green intoned tartly, but B'jin ignored her as the rain was finally noticed. Squealing in a particularly girlish manner, the man wrapped his arms around his beloved instrument and dashed towards the Hall doorway, yelping back over his shoulder, as if the other two men were unaware of the fact that it was now pouring rain:
"You're getting wet!"
Skidding to a halt in the doorway, B'jin began to once more check his precious guitar over, totally forgetting about the drums that were sitting at Larrikith's feet.
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[span style="background-color:#111905;"][color=#93aa73]Larrikith Speech[/color][/span]
