Sweet Music [Valerian]

B’jin completely missed the look of horror that so effectively contorted Valerian’s face. Had he seen it, he might possibly have stopped to think about what he had just said, and maybe, realised just how bad it sounded. B’jin wasn’t good at considering what he was saying, before he said it. He had a tendency to just… blurt out whatever it was that hit his mind first, and often it came out badly, wrong or in a completely unintended manner. Such was the manner with his comment about S’kef; B’jin, however, ever oblivious and stuck in his own little world as he mentally bemoaned his need to bathe for an eternity, was completely unaware of the turmoil he’d just put his young friend through.

B’jin’s smile was slightly brighter at Valerian’s affirmation that he’d keep Veeth away from Larrikith. An action unfairly dumped on the young man, since if he took the time to think on it, B’jin would have realised Larrikith had played the star role in setting up the situation – somehow. Ayyonth was not near, nor had he come and brought R’nd in order to chase; while she couldn’t have set up the situation (or perhaps she could have, she was, after all, Larrikith) it was highly unlikely she’d manage to get all the pieces in place. Then again, B’jin was actually aware of how proddy he’d been the previous day or two. It was one of the few times he was actively aware of the swirl of emotions and hormones. Oh, to be a greenrider!

“Thank you,” B’jin’s voice was light, and much more chipper as he settled on what he was going to do – bathe – and the fact that, disturbing at the event had been, Valerian was a good flight partner and both B’jin and Larrikith felt good. It was certainly a nice change to his last flight, which had been remarkably not – though S’kef was hardly the only flight partner in the Weyr that was as bad as being left in Threadfall without dragons. Or maybe a field of numbweed, B’jin amended mildly; he knew what that would do to him. Threadfall, well, not so much, and he was more likely to be dumped into a pile of the horrible plant than he was to be stranded in Threadfall. After all, eh had the damned dragon that had put him in those uncomfortable situations. He hoped to the clouds above that she was more thoughtful of his well-being during Threadfall!

B’jin followed placidly behind Valerian as he lead the way down to their dragons, the greenrider slipping up to his dragon quietly and petting her nose when she extended her head to snuffle at B’jin’s face.  He laughed softly, kissing her lightly on the nose and causing Larrikith to snort inelegantly. For all his bullshitting, Larrikith knew he wasn’t all that upset and he’d probably be as mentally happy as he was otherwise once he’d had a good bath. “C’mon love, I need a bath. I hate outdoor flights. They’re so gritty!” B’jin scrambled upon his dragon while she turned back to Veeth, crooning happily to him and giving his cheek a lick, before shoving her face into Valerian's and nuzzling his face.

Don’t look so dour! Larrikith commanded, her voice amused. He can be a real trouble maker if he really doesn’t like his partner! He’s not even really sulking anymore! Her eyes sparkled with sudden mischief. I enjoyed flying with Veeth. We should do it again sometime…

“Larri?” Obviously B’jin was being excluded from the conversation.