11.Nov.12, 09:05 AM
B'jin laughed softly at Valerian's question, smirking around the sound as he arched an eyebrow playfully. "Your penmanship? Hrm." The greenrider picked up one of the sheets of parchment once more, carefully placing the others onto the piles he had made at some point during his poking around. "Yes please," B'jin responded with another coy smirk, amused by the way Valerian was already edging towards the kitchen at any rate. "Juice please," he added, putting down the last sheet and picking up one of the piles. It was the smaller pile, and consisted entirely of songs. A few were unfinished, but had still been placed on the pile.
Being careful with the sheets, B'jin made his way back to the couch, kicking his bed-furs off and onto the floor (he'd already noted Valerian had a clean floor; B'jin loved his bedding far too much to kick it onto a dirty floor!) and took a seat. After a moment, he frowned and put aside the music, picking up the bed-furs and folding them, he put them on the far edge of the couch. Satisfied, the greenrider returned to those pieces of work that had captured his attention, most notably the two that were clearly unfinished.
"Why didn't you finish these?" B'jin's voice was mild, curious. He took the glass that was offered when Valerian returned, and wriggled about to sit backed up in the corner of armrest and backrest.
Oh yes, Larrikith reassured gently, nudging Veeth with her nose, not unaware of the distressed colours in his eyes. Just life. B'jin had thrown himself into his Harper classes mindlessly after the flight that had been won by S'kef and Tyrrisath, though the green dragon recalled it not; B'jin had once more repressed the memory from her, though the still frequent drinking had tipped her off that something was not right with him. Recently, he had taken to blaming it on the death of the Weyrling, but Larrikith would not bring any of that up with sweet Veeth.
How are your lessons going? The little blue (who was much considerably than her, now, though not as large as Ayyonth) had less than a turn worth of education left to go, according to B'jin. Larrikith was eager for their graduation; Veeth would have far more free time then! Perhaps he'd like to go flying with her and Ayyonth. Larrikith's eyes swirled with pleasure at the thought.
Being careful with the sheets, B'jin made his way back to the couch, kicking his bed-furs off and onto the floor (he'd already noted Valerian had a clean floor; B'jin loved his bedding far too much to kick it onto a dirty floor!) and took a seat. After a moment, he frowned and put aside the music, picking up the bed-furs and folding them, he put them on the far edge of the couch. Satisfied, the greenrider returned to those pieces of work that had captured his attention, most notably the two that were clearly unfinished.
"Why didn't you finish these?" B'jin's voice was mild, curious. He took the glass that was offered when Valerian returned, and wriggled about to sit backed up in the corner of armrest and backrest.
Oh yes, Larrikith reassured gently, nudging Veeth with her nose, not unaware of the distressed colours in his eyes. Just life. B'jin had thrown himself into his Harper classes mindlessly after the flight that had been won by S'kef and Tyrrisath, though the green dragon recalled it not; B'jin had once more repressed the memory from her, though the still frequent drinking had tipped her off that something was not right with him. Recently, he had taken to blaming it on the death of the Weyrling, but Larrikith would not bring any of that up with sweet Veeth.
How are your lessons going? The little blue (who was much considerably than her, now, though not as large as Ayyonth) had less than a turn worth of education left to go, according to B'jin. Larrikith was eager for their graduation; Veeth would have far more free time then! Perhaps he'd like to go flying with her and Ayyonth. Larrikith's eyes swirled with pleasure at the thought.