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02.Oct.12, 11:28 AM
B'jin laughed, he couldn't help it. The way Talian spoke, the shocked indignation was too much. The greenrider's laughter was honest and while not soft, was not over powering either. Brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "Stories," he teased cheerfully, giving Talian a gentle poke in the ribs. "Why?" His voice was amused. "Because I love you, they love you, and I want them to know you, even if you don't want to know them." He wasn't being mean, nor trying to guilt the young man into spending time with B'jin's young children. It was simply a fact as he saw it and he had no intention of changing what he was doing. A suddenly devious smirk lifted the corners of his lips, "Which is why I also tell them outrageous stories about R'nd."
Of course, the stories of the outrageous bluerider who got up to comical mischief wasn't received nearly as well as the grand adventures of one Master Healer Talian (Capitals included) most notably because Amorandii wasn't interested in dragonriders and was a suspicious child by nature; Indamor hated blue dragons and unfortunately R'nd and Ayyonth had not done anything in the child's opinion worthy of his trust or good faith. B'jin was trying, but he knew he wasn't winning that battle on his own. The lack of interest his lover took in his children hadn't ever really bothered B'jin, since he wasn't expecting R'nd to hang around, and knew that their friendship never had nor ever would include the bluerider having more to do with the brats than was absolutely required. It was why B'jin was still randomly surprised R'nd hadn't avoided him after he'd dumped Indamor on him that afternoon - though Indamor had quite plainly made clear his disgust with the greenrider. B'jin grimaced; he wasn't the only one with shadows left by Nemall, but he hadn't realised what a bad influence his relationship with the other Harper had been on his children.
It didn't help that his children had grown up enough to be aware of the treatment differences between greens and blues, and while both had blueriding mothers, he was also aware of their distaste for the way B'jin had often come out of hiding after his flights with bruises and a sour disposition. For all that, however, Indamor had noticed the lack of his being sour, at least, since Ayyonth had managed to capture Larrikith's attention so regularly, and he was sure that even if he'd never dream of believing the weyr gossip that the two men were Weyrmated, B'jin was quite sure his not-relationship with R'nd was far more positive an influence on the children than what he had had with Nemall. At least he knew R'nd would never hurt his babies.
"I would appreciate it," B'jin said gently, turning serious brown eyes onto Talian with a sad little smile. "It's unjust that you should be forced to stand," his voice was soft, eyebrows furrowing as he frowned sadly at Talian, "But no one will ask Andi to stand if she has an education, Talian, and I do not want her tied into this life." He couldn't save Talian from the Sands forever, but he could save Amorandii - or rather, Talian could save her. B'jin supposed he could train her to be a Harper, but the child had no interest in music, art or any of the other categories of Harper Craft. She simply wasn't interested in his life or his craft. He could accept that, especially since her lack of interest currently also encompassed a lack of desire to Impress. Dragons were pretty enough, and fun, but he knew from asking her that she considered them far too much work. Amorandii occasionally enjoyed helping bath Larrikith, or to pain Grith in the Gather Square but she would rather pick flowers or paint on paper or play with her dolls. B'jin prayed every day that she wouldn't shift her gaze onto the dragons.
B'jin turned his gaze skyward, talking softly as he watched the stars. "If you are destined to Impress, I hope you get a blue or a bronze. No one deserves the life of a green. And..." well, did he need to explain his stance on brownriders to the young man beside him? B'jin sighed softly, shivering in part from the cool breeze that twined down his spine, and partly from the morbid thoughts within his mind. He knew, in his heart as did Larrikith, that Talian would be lucky to Impress above a green. But he would be so much better on a blue or bronze. Bronze, that would be best for his healer boy. Bronzeriders were quiet and dignified and respectable (or, more than often anyway) and that was what Talian was. So, surely, a nice sensible bronze would select him, right? B'jin ignored the little voice that pointed out there would be six greens to every bronze appearance - if not more - that would be far more likely to pick his boy. Why couldn't he protect him from the life he didn't want?
We don't always get what we want, dear, Larrikith said gently, turning and shifting so she could lay her head on B'jin's thighs, watching the two men lazily before closing her eyes and sighing deeply. B'jin raised an eyebrow at her, flexing his knees under her. When she didn't respond, B'jin rolled his eyes and turned to look at Talian with a frown. "Thank you, Talian." B'jin didn't bother to point out that he was pretty sure it was a pointless path. He wasn't sure what the Healer's he'd seen where like, quality wise, but he'd seen several in his youth and knew they hadn't found anything. But Talian was young, and he was the best there was to be had, and he had personal investment. B'jin smiled gently at the young man. "If anyone can, you will."
[sup]He went on a tangent, sorry >_>[/sup]
Of course, the stories of the outrageous bluerider who got up to comical mischief wasn't received nearly as well as the grand adventures of one Master Healer Talian (Capitals included) most notably because Amorandii wasn't interested in dragonriders and was a suspicious child by nature; Indamor hated blue dragons and unfortunately R'nd and Ayyonth had not done anything in the child's opinion worthy of his trust or good faith. B'jin was trying, but he knew he wasn't winning that battle on his own. The lack of interest his lover took in his children hadn't ever really bothered B'jin, since he wasn't expecting R'nd to hang around, and knew that their friendship never had nor ever would include the bluerider having more to do with the brats than was absolutely required. It was why B'jin was still randomly surprised R'nd hadn't avoided him after he'd dumped Indamor on him that afternoon - though Indamor had quite plainly made clear his disgust with the greenrider. B'jin grimaced; he wasn't the only one with shadows left by Nemall, but he hadn't realised what a bad influence his relationship with the other Harper had been on his children.
It didn't help that his children had grown up enough to be aware of the treatment differences between greens and blues, and while both had blueriding mothers, he was also aware of their distaste for the way B'jin had often come out of hiding after his flights with bruises and a sour disposition. For all that, however, Indamor had noticed the lack of his being sour, at least, since Ayyonth had managed to capture Larrikith's attention so regularly, and he was sure that even if he'd never dream of believing the weyr gossip that the two men were Weyrmated, B'jin was quite sure his not-relationship with R'nd was far more positive an influence on the children than what he had had with Nemall. At least he knew R'nd would never hurt his babies.
"I would appreciate it," B'jin said gently, turning serious brown eyes onto Talian with a sad little smile. "It's unjust that you should be forced to stand," his voice was soft, eyebrows furrowing as he frowned sadly at Talian, "But no one will ask Andi to stand if she has an education, Talian, and I do not want her tied into this life." He couldn't save Talian from the Sands forever, but he could save Amorandii - or rather, Talian could save her. B'jin supposed he could train her to be a Harper, but the child had no interest in music, art or any of the other categories of Harper Craft. She simply wasn't interested in his life or his craft. He could accept that, especially since her lack of interest currently also encompassed a lack of desire to Impress. Dragons were pretty enough, and fun, but he knew from asking her that she considered them far too much work. Amorandii occasionally enjoyed helping bath Larrikith, or to pain Grith in the Gather Square but she would rather pick flowers or paint on paper or play with her dolls. B'jin prayed every day that she wouldn't shift her gaze onto the dragons.
B'jin turned his gaze skyward, talking softly as he watched the stars. "If you are destined to Impress, I hope you get a blue or a bronze. No one deserves the life of a green. And..." well, did he need to explain his stance on brownriders to the young man beside him? B'jin sighed softly, shivering in part from the cool breeze that twined down his spine, and partly from the morbid thoughts within his mind. He knew, in his heart as did Larrikith, that Talian would be lucky to Impress above a green. But he would be so much better on a blue or bronze. Bronze, that would be best for his healer boy. Bronzeriders were quiet and dignified and respectable (or, more than often anyway) and that was what Talian was. So, surely, a nice sensible bronze would select him, right? B'jin ignored the little voice that pointed out there would be six greens to every bronze appearance - if not more - that would be far more likely to pick his boy. Why couldn't he protect him from the life he didn't want?
We don't always get what we want, dear, Larrikith said gently, turning and shifting so she could lay her head on B'jin's thighs, watching the two men lazily before closing her eyes and sighing deeply. B'jin raised an eyebrow at her, flexing his knees under her. When she didn't respond, B'jin rolled his eyes and turned to look at Talian with a frown. "Thank you, Talian." B'jin didn't bother to point out that he was pretty sure it was a pointless path. He wasn't sure what the Healer's he'd seen where like, quality wise, but he'd seen several in his youth and knew they hadn't found anything. But Talian was young, and he was the best there was to be had, and he had personal investment. B'jin smiled gently at the young man. "If anyone can, you will."
[sup]He went on a tangent, sorry >_>[/sup]
