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13.Dec.12, 01:33 PM
B’jin had heard the saying ‘life’s a bitch, and then you die,’ well, he was wondering when the whole dying part was going to kick in because life in general was being a real cunt. The greenrider had been left alone, for the most part, but he was unhappy and pretending otherwise was beginning to wear him thin. B’jin had always been good at pretending that nothing was wrong, but it wasn’t something he necessarily found easy; it was even more depressing when he saw the same look he was wearing reflected on R’nd’s face on the evenings they spent together.
His candidacy classes had been fine, for the most part… The flying lesson had been interesting, to say the least, with candidates and dragonriders eyeing each other off, but it was nothing on the sexuality class B’jin had held; most of the girls who were known goldrider candidates had been excused, but B’jin had been both blunt and crass when he expelled one youngster from his candidacy class; true love did not belong in a Weyr, and certainly wouldn’t be found in a Faranth be-damned flight! But it was the following class, four days after the attempt on D’ren’s life that Indivara’s smart mouthed comment about had earned her a double load of homework and a slap over the back of the head from Kerrin.
Unfortunately the action had only escalated the situation, with Indivara throwing herself bodily at the young man and sending the pair flying in a brawl while their firelizards shriek and screamed and scratched at anyone that tried to interfere. B’jin was pretty sure the horrible little creatures were cheering on their bonded’s. Larrikith’s laughter hadn’t helped to cure the greenrider of that particular suspicion and in the end he’d ended up getting one of the scarier looking candidates to pick Indivara up by the scruff while he had grabbed Kerrin by the arm and scolded the pair of them with far more ferocity than he would have if he weren’t stressed and stretched thin.
After that, B’jin had sent the class scattering with a dark glower, and had Larrikith make sure the children stayed with their mother’s while he stalked out to find his dragon. The little green and her rider had gone for a long, peaceful flight that had ended somewhere in the forest, B’jin resisting the temptation to drown himself in one of the pretty little springs Larrikith was so fond of and trying to find a more pleasant temperament so he could seek out his lover without worrying he’d bite the poor man’s head off. The thought that Kerrin had probably gone running to him to bitch about what a horrible person he was only spiked the greenrider’s bad mood all over again and Larrikith had sighed where she’d been rolling on a beach of rounded pebbles.
The twenty-third had dawned with B’jin still in a sour mood, stressed and worried by what S’kef was doing and how the hunt for D’ren’s (attempted) killer was being handled though he was too intimidated by the happy-to-point fingers of most of the people who had invested themselves into the search for the culprit. B’jin could understand taking it seriously; he couldn’t understand blaming every other person that breathed! Some of them were so dramatic. And that, too, pissed off the greenrider. They should be searching out of respect for D’ren, or at least the safety of their own hides, not to stick their noses up S’kef’s arse (‘cause they could claim it was for D’ren until the sun turned blue. B’jin knew next to none of them had anything more than their own goals in sight).
B’jin slipped into the dining hall on quiet feet, making his way with a flicking glance over to where Talian was seated. His eyebrows twitched in a not-qutie-frown at the sight of Fellis, but he didn’t comment on the firelizard. Instead, B’jin slumped into the spot beside Talian, and then slumped over, lying along the bench with his head resting on Talian’s thighs. A pouting expression claimed his features as brown eyes stared up at Talian. He looked like he might say something for a moment, and then shook his head slightly where it rested on the boy’s lap and his gaze went vague as he stared up at the ceiling without seeing it.
He’s missed you, Larrikith said gently to Talian, her voice warm and sultry.
His candidacy classes had been fine, for the most part… The flying lesson had been interesting, to say the least, with candidates and dragonriders eyeing each other off, but it was nothing on the sexuality class B’jin had held; most of the girls who were known goldrider candidates had been excused, but B’jin had been both blunt and crass when he expelled one youngster from his candidacy class; true love did not belong in a Weyr, and certainly wouldn’t be found in a Faranth be-damned flight! But it was the following class, four days after the attempt on D’ren’s life that Indivara’s smart mouthed comment about had earned her a double load of homework and a slap over the back of the head from Kerrin.
Unfortunately the action had only escalated the situation, with Indivara throwing herself bodily at the young man and sending the pair flying in a brawl while their firelizards shriek and screamed and scratched at anyone that tried to interfere. B’jin was pretty sure the horrible little creatures were cheering on their bonded’s. Larrikith’s laughter hadn’t helped to cure the greenrider of that particular suspicion and in the end he’d ended up getting one of the scarier looking candidates to pick Indivara up by the scruff while he had grabbed Kerrin by the arm and scolded the pair of them with far more ferocity than he would have if he weren’t stressed and stretched thin.
After that, B’jin had sent the class scattering with a dark glower, and had Larrikith make sure the children stayed with their mother’s while he stalked out to find his dragon. The little green and her rider had gone for a long, peaceful flight that had ended somewhere in the forest, B’jin resisting the temptation to drown himself in one of the pretty little springs Larrikith was so fond of and trying to find a more pleasant temperament so he could seek out his lover without worrying he’d bite the poor man’s head off. The thought that Kerrin had probably gone running to him to bitch about what a horrible person he was only spiked the greenrider’s bad mood all over again and Larrikith had sighed where she’d been rolling on a beach of rounded pebbles.
The twenty-third had dawned with B’jin still in a sour mood, stressed and worried by what S’kef was doing and how the hunt for D’ren’s (attempted) killer was being handled though he was too intimidated by the happy-to-point fingers of most of the people who had invested themselves into the search for the culprit. B’jin could understand taking it seriously; he couldn’t understand blaming every other person that breathed! Some of them were so dramatic. And that, too, pissed off the greenrider. They should be searching out of respect for D’ren, or at least the safety of their own hides, not to stick their noses up S’kef’s arse (‘cause they could claim it was for D’ren until the sun turned blue. B’jin knew next to none of them had anything more than their own goals in sight).
B’jin slipped into the dining hall on quiet feet, making his way with a flicking glance over to where Talian was seated. His eyebrows twitched in a not-qutie-frown at the sight of Fellis, but he didn’t comment on the firelizard. Instead, B’jin slumped into the spot beside Talian, and then slumped over, lying along the bench with his head resting on Talian’s thighs. A pouting expression claimed his features as brown eyes stared up at Talian. He looked like he might say something for a moment, and then shook his head slightly where it rested on the boy’s lap and his gaze went vague as he stared up at the ceiling without seeing it.
He’s missed you, Larrikith said gently to Talian, her voice warm and sultry.
