03.Dec.12, 01:47 AM
B'jin lifted his head dramatically, looking up at D'ren from under his eyelashes and furrowed eyebrows. What kinds of stupid questions, Oh, where to start?! The greenrider's expression said everything as he very slowly began to speak. Perhaps if he said it slowly, he might himself understand where such a question arose from! "One of them asked," he began, never changing his stance, "if a brown could fly a blue." The most painful part of it all, though was -- "they were dead serious." B'jin knew the student in question. If it had been someone like Indivara that asked, B'jin would have been able to reply with a quip in return, knowing the girl was just playing with him.
But in all seriousness? B'jin had been struck dumbfounded as he stared at the student while half the class either burst into laughter or looked just as blown away as he did. The young man that had poised the question was obviously not very bright, as he had been genuinely confused at the reaction his question had rough.
Brown fly blue indeed!
The greenrider squeaked in surprise at the sudden voice of Ronarth in the forefront of his mind, sitting up rapidly and bumping his knees against the underside of the table in the process. He was pleased he didn't throw his wine at the Weyrleader, however, and his plate of food was safely off to one side. Small miracles! The words the huge dragon spoke cause the rider to tilt his head and frown curiously.
N'gelt was beating up I'shan? That made more sense than B'jin would like to admit (filthy brownriders!) but that D'ren 'wouldn't stop him' made far less sense. If he were doing so on D'ren's orders, that likely meant there was something more going on than simple brownriders being cunts to innocents. B'jin frowned slightly taking a sip from his wine glass as he studied D'ren's face. Yes, whatever was going on was definitely under his orders.
"Thanks," B'jin's tone was dry, though he appreciated the removal of stray dragons parading around in his brain. He had enough trouble with his own leaving dirty paw prints all over his nice clean thought patterns (Hah!) without added party goers. "Did I'shan do something?"
B'jin never was one to be in on the gossip.
But in all seriousness? B'jin had been struck dumbfounded as he stared at the student while half the class either burst into laughter or looked just as blown away as he did. The young man that had poised the question was obviously not very bright, as he had been genuinely confused at the reaction his question had rough.
Brown fly blue indeed!
The greenrider squeaked in surprise at the sudden voice of Ronarth in the forefront of his mind, sitting up rapidly and bumping his knees against the underside of the table in the process. He was pleased he didn't throw his wine at the Weyrleader, however, and his plate of food was safely off to one side. Small miracles! The words the huge dragon spoke cause the rider to tilt his head and frown curiously.
N'gelt was beating up I'shan? That made more sense than B'jin would like to admit (filthy brownriders!) but that D'ren 'wouldn't stop him' made far less sense. If he were doing so on D'ren's orders, that likely meant there was something more going on than simple brownriders being cunts to innocents. B'jin frowned slightly taking a sip from his wine glass as he studied D'ren's face. Yes, whatever was going on was definitely under his orders.
"Thanks," B'jin's tone was dry, though he appreciated the removal of stray dragons parading around in his brain. He had enough trouble with his own leaving dirty paw prints all over his nice clean thought patterns (Hah!) without added party goers. "Did I'shan do something?"
B'jin never was one to be in on the gossip.