07.Jan.13, 01:26 PM
B’jin gave D’ren a dry and weathered look when the Weyrleader advised patience, but far from insolent the expression was undershot with amusement, and he shook his head slightly. “Indeed,” B’jin’s voice was as dry as his expression, “though I like to think I knew what dragons flew which.” An eyebrow arched slightly and the greenrider gave a snort of amusement, shaking his head. He still wasn’t quite able to process the thoughts required to even ask that question. He was still pleased he’d managed to answer it without calling the child out for being a fucking lunatic.
“Wishful thinking,” B’jin drawled, looking down at his plate and poking at the food upon it. As much as D’ren had been the one to allow the orders for the remaining South, B’jin was responsible for bringing young men and women into the makeshift Weyr. Granted, he had done better than most of the Searchriders and was generally well accepted by his Searchees, with most of them only holding a mild grudge against him. He could have had it a lot worse, and B’jin had heard some of the nastier stories about this or that candidate. Not all of them were willing to be malleable and he’d seen some nasty black eyes on fellow greens and more than a few of the blueriders that weren’t inflicted by bad flights or brownriders.
B’jin gave a coughing splutter as he attempted to drink, breath and process that which D’ren had just said all at once. “He did what?!” B’jin choked, coughing a little to regain his breath as the Weyrleader explained further. Oh, well, that made somewhat more sense. B’jin’s expression turned droll once more, a slight quirk to one side of his lips the only real evidence of his amusement at I’shan’s less than ideal behaviour. B’jin shook his head slightly, frowning.
“Does N’gelt know what he was up to, before the fire?” A concerned frown shaped the greenrider’s features, teeth worrying his bottom lip. While he didn’t entirely picture N’gelt as the type to fuck around in the kitchen, B’jin figured if the brownrider was the one inflicting the punishment on the bluerider, than he either wasn’t the associated partner, or he was punishing his lover for his own misdeeds as well. Neither would surprise B’jin, but if I’shan had been caught playing around behind N’gelt’s back… brownriders were notoriously jealous!
“Wishful thinking,” B’jin drawled, looking down at his plate and poking at the food upon it. As much as D’ren had been the one to allow the orders for the remaining South, B’jin was responsible for bringing young men and women into the makeshift Weyr. Granted, he had done better than most of the Searchriders and was generally well accepted by his Searchees, with most of them only holding a mild grudge against him. He could have had it a lot worse, and B’jin had heard some of the nastier stories about this or that candidate. Not all of them were willing to be malleable and he’d seen some nasty black eyes on fellow greens and more than a few of the blueriders that weren’t inflicted by bad flights or brownriders.
B’jin gave a coughing splutter as he attempted to drink, breath and process that which D’ren had just said all at once. “He did what?!” B’jin choked, coughing a little to regain his breath as the Weyrleader explained further. Oh, well, that made somewhat more sense. B’jin’s expression turned droll once more, a slight quirk to one side of his lips the only real evidence of his amusement at I’shan’s less than ideal behaviour. B’jin shook his head slightly, frowning.
“Does N’gelt know what he was up to, before the fire?” A concerned frown shaped the greenrider’s features, teeth worrying his bottom lip. While he didn’t entirely picture N’gelt as the type to fuck around in the kitchen, B’jin figured if the brownrider was the one inflicting the punishment on the bluerider, than he either wasn’t the associated partner, or he was punishing his lover for his own misdeeds as well. Neither would surprise B’jin, but if I’shan had been caught playing around behind N’gelt’s back… brownriders were notoriously jealous!