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02.May.12, 05:18 AM
B'jin had nothing against the flow of conversation, or the flow of good wine, and babbled happily with the bronzerider, his attitude relaxing substantially as he drank and they spoke of everything possible under the sun without crossing into any of the lanes that contained out of bound subjects or things liable to upset the easy peace that had developed between them. B'jin was content, and he very much enjoyed the lazy conversations and the way his Weyrleader was breaking down walls with little more than a few too many glasses of good Benden wine. The greenrider was curious about from whom he had received the gift, but dared not question his good fortune in being the one with which the seal was broken. Questioning the why of things tended to get it messy, and B'jin liked that not.
Ronarth's voice touching on his mind caused him some surprise, but B'jin was warm and fuzzy from the alcohol; far from drunk but suitably relaxed and happy that he was not surprised the bronze so easily bespoke him. He carefully resealed the wall around those thoughts which were not for anyone, even Larrikith, while also frowning as the words the bronze had spoken registered. Tyrrisath? As if in answer, the brown's voice touched over his mind and B'jin shuddered even as he threw up walls around his mind. It was bad enough, having to talk to S'kef on a far too regular basis, without the disgusting brown lump tarnishing his mind as well! He hadn't quite processed what it was Tyrrisath had said before Larrikith appeared out of between with a shriek of rage, her eyes a hot and furious crimson as she landed on the roof of the hut. The tiny creature was puffed up to her full size with wings half extended in an effort to make herself look bigger as she used the building to tower over the brown.
Stay out of his mind! Her hiss of anger followed the sound of her mindvoice, thick with venomous warning. In and of herself, Larrikith had nothing against Tyrrisath. Or, when he wasn't picking on Ronarth at any rate, she had no qualms against the brown. He was fine beast. B'jin's haunting fear of S'kef kept her from flying with him, despite his chases, and his response when the brown bespoke him made her angry. No one should cause her human such disgusted fear! She did not have access to the one memory that would have had her ripping out Tyrrisath's throat if given a chance, which was probably a very solid reason why B'jin kept it from her.
Ignore him, Ronarth, Larrikith said to the bronze, her tone mightier-than-thou as she glared at the brown. He is the fool, and unworthy of your attentions. Fluttering her wings to her sides once more, Larrikith brushed gently against B'jin's mind, her attention drifting from reassuring Ronarth to focusing more tightly on her rider as he quickly bottled up in his usual manner when the Weyrsecond was around. His stance straightened and he took an almost invisible step toward D'ren, eyes never once leaving the face of the man standing in the doorway. All the same, B'jin raised the glass of wine to his lips and took a delicate sip.
"S'kef," he greeted quietly, nodding his head politely in greeting. The greenrider had not had enough to drink that he was out of the game, and he fell easily into familiar steps when around S'kef. To be polite, cordial, and never, ever let anyone discover how damned terrified he was. Only Larrikith was aware of how truly in the man's control B'jin was, as his pulse raced and he very carefully kept his breathing even if slightly shallow. Nothing unusual there.
Ronarth's voice touching on his mind caused him some surprise, but B'jin was warm and fuzzy from the alcohol; far from drunk but suitably relaxed and happy that he was not surprised the bronze so easily bespoke him. He carefully resealed the wall around those thoughts which were not for anyone, even Larrikith, while also frowning as the words the bronze had spoken registered. Tyrrisath? As if in answer, the brown's voice touched over his mind and B'jin shuddered even as he threw up walls around his mind. It was bad enough, having to talk to S'kef on a far too regular basis, without the disgusting brown lump tarnishing his mind as well! He hadn't quite processed what it was Tyrrisath had said before Larrikith appeared out of between with a shriek of rage, her eyes a hot and furious crimson as she landed on the roof of the hut. The tiny creature was puffed up to her full size with wings half extended in an effort to make herself look bigger as she used the building to tower over the brown.
Stay out of his mind! Her hiss of anger followed the sound of her mindvoice, thick with venomous warning. In and of herself, Larrikith had nothing against Tyrrisath. Or, when he wasn't picking on Ronarth at any rate, she had no qualms against the brown. He was fine beast. B'jin's haunting fear of S'kef kept her from flying with him, despite his chases, and his response when the brown bespoke him made her angry. No one should cause her human such disgusted fear! She did not have access to the one memory that would have had her ripping out Tyrrisath's throat if given a chance, which was probably a very solid reason why B'jin kept it from her.
Ignore him, Ronarth, Larrikith said to the bronze, her tone mightier-than-thou as she glared at the brown. He is the fool, and unworthy of your attentions. Fluttering her wings to her sides once more, Larrikith brushed gently against B'jin's mind, her attention drifting from reassuring Ronarth to focusing more tightly on her rider as he quickly bottled up in his usual manner when the Weyrsecond was around. His stance straightened and he took an almost invisible step toward D'ren, eyes never once leaving the face of the man standing in the doorway. All the same, B'jin raised the glass of wine to his lips and took a delicate sip.
"S'kef," he greeted quietly, nodding his head politely in greeting. The greenrider had not had enough to drink that he was out of the game, and he fell easily into familiar steps when around S'kef. To be polite, cordial, and never, ever let anyone discover how damned terrified he was. Only Larrikith was aware of how truly in the man's control B'jin was, as his pulse raced and he very carefully kept his breathing even if slightly shallow. Nothing unusual there.
