Never Forget [Creche Chores]

Considering how long he had studied S’kef and been at his side, he really should have predicted another dip in his attitude. Stiil, J’ver had foolishly relaxed for a few heartbeats when a hand found his, giving him a moment’s respite from his fear of the children attacking. Of course the real predator in the room was the man he had placed his trust in and an inhale of breath was taken sharply when his hair was pulled. He couldn’t fathom what game the brownrider was up to, not then with the surprise of the motion and the stinging of his scalp. So he protested the action, simply playing himself by being anything but amused by the action. “I’m glad you find me so pretty to look at but there’s no need to mess my hair or inflict any amount of pain.” His words were sharp but to his credit they were still rather civilized and no one could blame him for negatively influencing the brats giggling and running about.

Unfortunately they fell on deaf ears to the obvious target of the show of power S’kef had over greenriders as B’jin did his best to ignore them and focused on what the dragons were up to. J’ver would have thought it a safe bet to say B’jin wouldn’t have liked the idea of his precious little girl being anywhere near the dragons belonging to such horrible riders but he not only encouraged her but the other brats as well. This was certainly an interesting turn of events! Perhaps S’kef and Tyrrisath didn’t know their prey as well as they assumed. Perhaps, J’ver thought with a nasty smirk curling up his lips, S’kef was simply getting too old for such games and he should be the one sitting silently at another’s side to look pretty. “Yes, S’kef, why don’t you help the little ones with the paints for the dragons to be decorated in?” He was on his way to a lot of pain but J’ver suspected it would have happened even if he kept his mouth shut. Might as well get his digs in when he could!

Rilaleeyth’s head shot up, worried eyes staring in the direction she knew her bonded sat behind a wall when J’ver’s pain, as minimal and brief as it was, hit her. She was concerned for what S’kef was bringing down on J’ver but given their trust in the brown pair, she was, as Tyrrisath predicted, easily distracted from the going-ons inside. At the sweet nuzzling she received, Rilaleeyth was once more soothed and at Tyrrisath’s mercy as she let the humans continue with what they were getting up to. You truly are an elegant wordsmith, Tyrrisath. How could the sweet child refuse you? She knew she couldn’t and apparently not even B’jin could as the invitation was sent out to everyone from the cheerful human. She wished she could understand why the man was being targeted that day when he always seemed so friendly and like someone that would be fun to spend time with. Will this disturb your plan, Tyrrisath? Perhaps even with all the children distracted with painting us our bonded can still have time alone with B’jin?

At Larrikith’s teasing, Rilaleeyth sat up and glanced around for her green sister, finally spotting her hiding up on the roof. Good day to you, Larrikith! I don’t mind being painted since Grith always seems to enjoy it so much. I’m not sure J’ver will appreciate the clean up but if it makes everyone happy, why should I protest it?