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30.Dec.12, 10:49 AM
Waiting for the remaining eggs to Hatch was painfully boring, and more than a little stressful as B'jin watched Talian try not to fidget. B'jin was leaning lazily against R'nd, one hand sharing woven fingers while he rested his head on the bluerider's shoulders, half dozing as Larrikith kept watch over the Weyrling Barracks and the young pairs she had guided there. B'jin hoped they managed to sleep for a long while, it was such an exhausting ordeal to start with, and the hour was doing little to help. Sighing softly, B'jin shifted his weight and stepped in front of R'nd, lifting their arms lazily over his head so he could lean back against his lover's chest. His chin dropped to rest on his own chest, the greenrider returning to his lazy dozing while the eggs bored them with their lack of activity.
Wake up, love, Larrikith's voice was a gentle brush against the edges of B'jin's mind, and brown eyes fluttered open and a fuzzy and entierly asleep protest was sent back to the dragon, he wasn't sleeping... much. Wriggling against R'nd where his shoulders were slump against R'nd's legs the greenrider realised with a scrunch of his nose that he'd slid down to a sitting position at some point and lost his grip on the bluerider's hand. Blinking blearily, B'jin tilted his head back and frowned up at R'nd before shifting his gaze back to the Hatching Sands. Yawning, B'jin rose gracefully, then slumped back against R'nd.
Ugh, how long? B'jin poked his dragon, even as two of the eggs finally succeeded in escaping their shells, tumbling across the sands and dashing for their new rider to be. He'd barely managed to shift his gaze back to the next dragonet that had made an appearance before Larrikith was shrieking so loudly he unintentionally slapped both hands over his ears and stared with horror at Talian. Talian! TALIAN IMPRESSED! B'JIN! TALIAN IMPRESSED! HE IMPRESSED A BROWN! B'JIN! Anyone that had an ounce of empathy was bound to be assaulted by the squealing joy of Larrikith's voice as the octave went up by several levels. "ENOUGH, LARRIKITH!" B'jin, hands still slammed over his ears, snapped viciously and slowly lowered his hands as her voice (which was echoing!) slowly faded from the confines of his brain.
Wide brown eyes stared over the Sands, staring at the silhouette of Talian clinging to his dragonet, and B'jin's left hand searched for and snagged one of R'nd's, the fingers entwining as the trembling greenrider pressed back against his lover. B'jin watched Talian and his dragonet approach similarly as he might a ticking bomb about to explode, the greenrider jumping slightly when Talian spoke his name, noticing the boys tears even as he was oblivious to his own. Most dragonriders were moved to tears at Hatchings - all the joyful memories of their own Impression. All B'jin could feel was the impending doom of deja-vu, and the quiet assertion of Talian's love for his little dragonet had the greenrider's entire body seize in a dry heave.
It was better, of course, that Talian should feel a connection more positive than B'jin had when he had Impressed, the greenrider going for so long refusing to even acknowledge his dragonet's name, let along speak it or tell her he loved her. Even now, the endearment came most often from the dragon herself, rather than her human, whom they both knew - on some deeply hidden level - truly did hate her for ruining his life. B'jin swallowed, tearing his gaze from Talian to focus on the next two newly Impressed that made their way over, his voice coming clear and without a hint of the turmoil that was otherwise obvious (at least to R'nd, through his insistent trembling) as he instructed the newest little group to feed their dragonets.
"When they're full, put some oil on any spots they complain to being itchy. We'll bath them properly at a more decent hour. Then head over to the Barracks; the front most rooms will likely be occupied by the rest of the group. Find a room and go to sleep - It's too fucking early, and you won't be able to walk straight in another twenty minutes anyway, from half asleep dragons." The greenrider puffed out a breath, turning slightly as a green dragonet choked on her food, B'jin scowling as the young rider to be flushed crimson at letting her eat too much at once and getting caught.
"Get fucked, S'kef," B'jin snarled, lip curling as proverbial hackles rose, the greenrider glaring at the wanna-be weyrleader as he slunk off with J'ver in toe, unconsciously stepping just slightly so he was in front of both R'nd and the kneeling Talian. Brown eyes were narrowed, but the stance gave no indication of any desire to attack. Protect, certainly, but never attack. In the back of his mind, B'jin heard Larrikith rumble unhappily as she paced before the Barrack's main entrance.
The greenrider watched S'kef and J'ver for a moment longer, before offering a hand to Talian to assist with hauling the young man to his feet. His attention shifted almost immediately to the others, as oil was given to those that were full, and B'jin sighed melodramatically as one of the kids appeared to have forgotten everything he and Larrikith had told them about oiling and B'jin went to help the boy.
Two turns. How was he going to survive two turns?! Desperate eyes sought out R'nd over the top of the tiny blue dragonet and the kneeling rider-to-be. Dear great Faranth, help. B'jin gave his not-weyrmate a wry smile, and then answered a question. "Yeah, like that."
Wake up, love, Larrikith's voice was a gentle brush against the edges of B'jin's mind, and brown eyes fluttered open and a fuzzy and entierly asleep protest was sent back to the dragon, he wasn't sleeping... much. Wriggling against R'nd where his shoulders were slump against R'nd's legs the greenrider realised with a scrunch of his nose that he'd slid down to a sitting position at some point and lost his grip on the bluerider's hand. Blinking blearily, B'jin tilted his head back and frowned up at R'nd before shifting his gaze back to the Hatching Sands. Yawning, B'jin rose gracefully, then slumped back against R'nd.
Ugh, how long? B'jin poked his dragon, even as two of the eggs finally succeeded in escaping their shells, tumbling across the sands and dashing for their new rider to be. He'd barely managed to shift his gaze back to the next dragonet that had made an appearance before Larrikith was shrieking so loudly he unintentionally slapped both hands over his ears and stared with horror at Talian. Talian! TALIAN IMPRESSED! B'JIN! TALIAN IMPRESSED! HE IMPRESSED A BROWN! B'JIN! Anyone that had an ounce of empathy was bound to be assaulted by the squealing joy of Larrikith's voice as the octave went up by several levels. "ENOUGH, LARRIKITH!" B'jin, hands still slammed over his ears, snapped viciously and slowly lowered his hands as her voice (which was echoing!) slowly faded from the confines of his brain.
Wide brown eyes stared over the Sands, staring at the silhouette of Talian clinging to his dragonet, and B'jin's left hand searched for and snagged one of R'nd's, the fingers entwining as the trembling greenrider pressed back against his lover. B'jin watched Talian and his dragonet approach similarly as he might a ticking bomb about to explode, the greenrider jumping slightly when Talian spoke his name, noticing the boys tears even as he was oblivious to his own. Most dragonriders were moved to tears at Hatchings - all the joyful memories of their own Impression. All B'jin could feel was the impending doom of deja-vu, and the quiet assertion of Talian's love for his little dragonet had the greenrider's entire body seize in a dry heave.
It was better, of course, that Talian should feel a connection more positive than B'jin had when he had Impressed, the greenrider going for so long refusing to even acknowledge his dragonet's name, let along speak it or tell her he loved her. Even now, the endearment came most often from the dragon herself, rather than her human, whom they both knew - on some deeply hidden level - truly did hate her for ruining his life. B'jin swallowed, tearing his gaze from Talian to focus on the next two newly Impressed that made their way over, his voice coming clear and without a hint of the turmoil that was otherwise obvious (at least to R'nd, through his insistent trembling) as he instructed the newest little group to feed their dragonets.
"When they're full, put some oil on any spots they complain to being itchy. We'll bath them properly at a more decent hour. Then head over to the Barracks; the front most rooms will likely be occupied by the rest of the group. Find a room and go to sleep - It's too fucking early, and you won't be able to walk straight in another twenty minutes anyway, from half asleep dragons." The greenrider puffed out a breath, turning slightly as a green dragonet choked on her food, B'jin scowling as the young rider to be flushed crimson at letting her eat too much at once and getting caught.
"Get fucked, S'kef," B'jin snarled, lip curling as proverbial hackles rose, the greenrider glaring at the wanna-be weyrleader as he slunk off with J'ver in toe, unconsciously stepping just slightly so he was in front of both R'nd and the kneeling Talian. Brown eyes were narrowed, but the stance gave no indication of any desire to attack. Protect, certainly, but never attack. In the back of his mind, B'jin heard Larrikith rumble unhappily as she paced before the Barrack's main entrance.
The greenrider watched S'kef and J'ver for a moment longer, before offering a hand to Talian to assist with hauling the young man to his feet. His attention shifted almost immediately to the others, as oil was given to those that were full, and B'jin sighed melodramatically as one of the kids appeared to have forgotten everything he and Larrikith had told them about oiling and B'jin went to help the boy.
Two turns. How was he going to survive two turns?! Desperate eyes sought out R'nd over the top of the tiny blue dragonet and the kneeling rider-to-be. Dear great Faranth, help. B'jin gave his not-weyrmate a wry smile, and then answered a question. "Yeah, like that."
