04.Jun.13, 10:06 AM
“He doesn’t talk to me,” B’jin shrugged, not at all distressed about that fact. He’d been bespoken by Tyrrisath enough to be quite sure that Khaduceth would probably sound incredibly similar to the slime ball sire, and B’jin hated being spoken to by other dragons – he absolutely loathed it the few times Tyrrisath had shoved into his mind. B’jin did not like sharing the confines of his skull with Larrikith. Having other dragon’s poking around in there was enough to send him off the deep end; after it frightened the fuck out of him!
The greenrider’s nose scrunched up at the idea of Astoreth hitting on a hatchling, and he eyed A’liran sceptically. “Your dragon has a worse ‘drive than you.” He was pretty sure A’liran was at least as bad as R’nd, when it came to hopping through beds, though B’jin knew by the whispers that A’liran had a solid case of ‘greenrider’.You’re one to talk. Larrikith injected snidely, though B’jin actually managed to ignore her, for the most part, and avoided flushing crimson. Instead, he snorted and raked a hand back through his hair.
“I should probably head back,” brown eyes rolled heaven ward, and B’jin’s nose scrunched up again for a moment. Amusement was clear, though, as he leaned backwards lazily before rocking forward again. “It’s almost lunchtime, and two of them have a habit of over feeding their hatchlings, one can’t chew to save himself, and the rest of them…” He shook his head, exasperated but hardly grumpy as he slowly stood up. He flashed a bright smile; despite the ups and downs of emotional turmoil A’liran had been able to bring about, B’jin had thoroughly enjoyed the past couple of hours, and the friendly warmth was genuine.
A mischievous sparkle lit up his eyes, expression playful. “Reckon I’shan owes us all dinner again.” He tossed a wink. While the last expedition had been less than thrilling – really! Strip poker?! – B’jin was pretty sure he could wheedle R’nd into begging a nice dinner out of I’shan at some point! He wasn’t really sure how well A’liran and I’shan got along, but having another greenrider along would be very good! He’d drag Par’a along, too, but she seemed to freak R’nd out for some reason.Probably those near-miss flights of theirs… Probably!
The greenrider’s nose scrunched up at the idea of Astoreth hitting on a hatchling, and he eyed A’liran sceptically. “Your dragon has a worse ‘drive than you.” He was pretty sure A’liran was at least as bad as R’nd, when it came to hopping through beds, though B’jin knew by the whispers that A’liran had a solid case of ‘greenrider’.
“I should probably head back,” brown eyes rolled heaven ward, and B’jin’s nose scrunched up again for a moment. Amusement was clear, though, as he leaned backwards lazily before rocking forward again. “It’s almost lunchtime, and two of them have a habit of over feeding their hatchlings, one can’t chew to save himself, and the rest of them…” He shook his head, exasperated but hardly grumpy as he slowly stood up. He flashed a bright smile; despite the ups and downs of emotional turmoil A’liran had been able to bring about, B’jin had thoroughly enjoyed the past couple of hours, and the friendly warmth was genuine.
A mischievous sparkle lit up his eyes, expression playful. “Reckon I’shan owes us all dinner again.” He tossed a wink. While the last expedition had been less than thrilling – really! Strip poker?! – B’jin was pretty sure he could wheedle R’nd into begging a nice dinner out of I’shan at some point! He wasn’t really sure how well A’liran and I’shan got along, but having another greenrider along would be very good! He’d drag Par’a along, too, but she seemed to freak R’nd out for some reason.