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26.Aug.12, 07:07 AM
Bordtai had moved and turned too quickly to see that B’jin had sent the smaller girl toward the dragon or that he had even called the dragon, though he’d probably not have actually seen the silent communication anyways. Even so, what the boy had hoped wouldn’t happen happened as the man called out after him – with more sternness than Bordtai was expecting. Shard it! If it would have been a lighter call, or a friendly one, or even an upset one Bordtai could have kept walking. But stern? Stern meant the adult was serious. Stern meant Bordtai was in trouble.
Stopping where he stood, Bordtai let his chest fall as his chin fell too, lowering his face to the ground with a look of both shame and frustration as the man carefully turned him around. The scrawny boy winced, though not out of pain this time as B’jin got lucky with his hand placement, but rather out of knowledge that it was going to be pointless to argue. The man was larger than he was. That and Bordtai never hit back. Why fight when you were going to lose anyways?
With the man’s next statement, one leaving just as little room for argument, Bordtai looked up to spot the green dragon. At the prospect of a dragon ride, most children (weyrbreed or not) might instantly cheer up at the idea, but Bordtai was no fool. He was either going to be hauled back to the crèche where he belonged, or worse – the healer’s hall.
“I can walk…” he mumbled, clearly half-heartedly though he made no attempt to either walk or climb onto the dragon.
Stopping where he stood, Bordtai let his chest fall as his chin fell too, lowering his face to the ground with a look of both shame and frustration as the man carefully turned him around. The scrawny boy winced, though not out of pain this time as B’jin got lucky with his hand placement, but rather out of knowledge that it was going to be pointless to argue. The man was larger than he was. That and Bordtai never hit back. Why fight when you were going to lose anyways?
With the man’s next statement, one leaving just as little room for argument, Bordtai looked up to spot the green dragon. At the prospect of a dragon ride, most children (weyrbreed or not) might instantly cheer up at the idea, but Bordtai was no fool. He was either going to be hauled back to the crèche where he belonged, or worse – the healer’s hall.
“I can walk…” he mumbled, clearly half-heartedly though he made no attempt to either walk or climb onto the dragon.
