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16.Jan.13, 12:35 PM
B’jin had no idea how he’d ended up like he was, but overall, he had no major complaints. There was nothing bad with the situation, of course, it was just not one that he had expected to find himself in when he got up that morning, grudgingly detangled himself from R’nd and set off to make sure all the Weyrlings survived yet another breakfast. It was probably the mellow I-got-laid-last night attitude that had allowed him to be swept up by the other greenrider.
Truth be told, B’jin didn’t spend nearly as much time with his fellow greenriders as well, most of them did with each other. B’jin didn’t like being reminded of his lower class rank by hanging out with his fellows, especially when most of them were loud mouthed whores that generally gave the lot of them a worse name than they were already struggling with. It was for that reason, perhaps, that it was even more surprising that B’jin’s companion was A’liran. Par’a was a more common sight, usually when the lady greenrider had managed to weave her arm through B’jin’s and drag him off bodily to some place (usually kitchen related) to stuff her face and act scandalised when he wasn’t up to date on the local gossip.
Not only was B’jin’s companioning A’liran, however, but the topic was blatantly gossip related. Whenever a Weyrling approached, or a non-greenrider passed by, the Harper would clam up, look innocent, and answer questions or wait for the not-a-green to bugger off and do whatever it was that they were up to, before they decided to eves drop on he and his companion. Most of the Weyrfolk were passing by randomly at any rate, sticking their nose into the latest class and trying B’jin’s patience. Most of the kids were spread out in the Square, playing with their dragonets, doing an assignment of some description that B’jin had decided to occupy them with, sleeping or missing. B’jin wasn’t too worried. They’d all reappear when they wanted something; food, pity, company. A question answered; usually as ill-timed and as annoying as any of his children ever were capable of being.
B’jin still wasn’t sure if he liked, loved or loathed being Weyrlingmaster. At least he had the group to the point where most of them knew he was unobtainable during the night, whether R’nd was there or not was irrelevant – they could bloody well leave him alone when he was trying to sleep, unless they decided to try dying. In which case, fucking go and bother Talian! B’jin thought it made sense. Some of the denser ones had taken a bit longer, but he was content to think most of them were trained. Amusing, when Larrikith was the more approachable, but it hadn’t taken many occurrences of waking B’jin and being snarked at by the usually mellow greenrider to teach them to do what he wanted. The greenrider did not respond well to being woken.
You have missed everything A’liran has said to you in the past ten minutes. He’s going to think you’re fantasising about R’nd. Exactly as she’d known he would, B’jin suddenly startled and set huge eyes on A’liran, flushing crimson and stuttering out an apology. Larrikith gave a bugle of amusement from where she was sprawled against the side of a building, in the shade.
Truth be told, B’jin didn’t spend nearly as much time with his fellow greenriders as well, most of them did with each other. B’jin didn’t like being reminded of his lower class rank by hanging out with his fellows, especially when most of them were loud mouthed whores that generally gave the lot of them a worse name than they were already struggling with. It was for that reason, perhaps, that it was even more surprising that B’jin’s companion was A’liran. Par’a was a more common sight, usually when the lady greenrider had managed to weave her arm through B’jin’s and drag him off bodily to some place (usually kitchen related) to stuff her face and act scandalised when he wasn’t up to date on the local gossip.
Not only was B’jin’s companioning A’liran, however, but the topic was blatantly gossip related. Whenever a Weyrling approached, or a non-greenrider passed by, the Harper would clam up, look innocent, and answer questions or wait for the not-a-green to bugger off and do whatever it was that they were up to, before they decided to eves drop on he and his companion. Most of the Weyrfolk were passing by randomly at any rate, sticking their nose into the latest class and trying B’jin’s patience. Most of the kids were spread out in the Square, playing with their dragonets, doing an assignment of some description that B’jin had decided to occupy them with, sleeping or missing. B’jin wasn’t too worried. They’d all reappear when they wanted something; food, pity, company. A question answered; usually as ill-timed and as annoying as any of his children ever were capable of being.
B’jin still wasn’t sure if he liked, loved or loathed being Weyrlingmaster. At least he had the group to the point where most of them knew he was unobtainable during the night, whether R’nd was there or not was irrelevant – they could bloody well leave him alone when he was trying to sleep, unless they decided to try dying. In which case, fucking go and bother Talian! B’jin thought it made sense. Some of the denser ones had taken a bit longer, but he was content to think most of them were trained. Amusing, when Larrikith was the more approachable, but it hadn’t taken many occurrences of waking B’jin and being snarked at by the usually mellow greenrider to teach them to do what he wanted. The greenrider did not respond well to being woken.
You have missed everything A’liran has said to you in the past ten minutes. He’s going to think you’re fantasising about R’nd. Exactly as she’d known he would, B’jin suddenly startled and set huge eyes on A’liran, flushing crimson and stuttering out an apology. Larrikith gave a bugle of amusement from where she was sprawled against the side of a building, in the shade.
