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13.Aug.13, 04:11 PM
B'jin watched her play over the tune with a slight smile. While the girl wasn't exactly what he would expect to see in the hall, and B'jin's opinion on female artists was very limited (mostly to the negative) he could appreciate a child that was a quick learner and curious. Not really something he found ideal in a girl, but none the less not something to bat at too much. So long as the girl learned her place in the turns to come, he could appreciate her ability to collect random skills. Random skills could be very useful, and as many of the dragonrider population had learned, something that people should never take for granted. So many of them had died simply because they had very little idea how to look after themselves in the wild, and a dragon could only do so much to protect the one they love.
The greenrider nodded slightly at the girls words, impressed. "A wise outlook," he murmured as he played over the strings. It was an outlook that many of the younger occupants seemed to be oblivious too, both the stolen and the Weyrborn. The rivalries that had sprung up between the two groups were harsh and often difficult to cope with. B'jin had found the mixed attitudes of his weyrlings class, and especially prior to that when they were still all candidates, to be more than a little bit of a handful. Many of them were far too busy fighting and competing against one another to realise that more effort put into simply surviving would do them better, and leave them more time to enjoy life.
Getting his weyrlings to work as a team was a pain in the arse, and B'jin was not looking forward to trying to help the wingleaders integrate them into proper wings. There was so much strife between weyrbred and stolen, he wasn't quite sure how it would all work out, and while. B'jin could and even had been more than a little oblivious, his weyrling class had highlighted some of the comments he could recall D'ren bringing up that he had brushed aside. Not that it mattered now, of course. S'kef being in charge changed everything. B'jin's nose scrunched before his expression altered dramatically and he grinned at Casa.
"Of course! You are doing quite wonderfully." Still smiling, he began to show her the next portion, enjoying the flow of the music and banishing the less enticing thoughts from his mind. Weyr politics were no place for a greenrider even if his entire education had been about knowing everything of such things. It was a conflicting area to be locked into, but B'jin had long ago learned (and been taught!) that he was by far a greenrider now, and would never be the master harper he had dreamed of becoming. "Do you attend school still?" B'jin knew many of the weyrbrats stopped going when they hit their early teens, either because they were shoved into chores, or because they found them more satisfying than being lectured.
sorry for the wait, love <3
The greenrider nodded slightly at the girls words, impressed. "A wise outlook," he murmured as he played over the strings. It was an outlook that many of the younger occupants seemed to be oblivious too, both the stolen and the Weyrborn. The rivalries that had sprung up between the two groups were harsh and often difficult to cope with. B'jin had found the mixed attitudes of his weyrlings class, and especially prior to that when they were still all candidates, to be more than a little bit of a handful. Many of them were far too busy fighting and competing against one another to realise that more effort put into simply surviving would do them better, and leave them more time to enjoy life.
Getting his weyrlings to work as a team was a pain in the arse, and B'jin was not looking forward to trying to help the wingleaders integrate them into proper wings. There was so much strife between weyrbred and stolen, he wasn't quite sure how it would all work out, and while. B'jin could and even had been more than a little oblivious, his weyrling class had highlighted some of the comments he could recall D'ren bringing up that he had brushed aside. Not that it mattered now, of course. S'kef being in charge changed everything. B'jin's nose scrunched before his expression altered dramatically and he grinned at Casa.
"Of course! You are doing quite wonderfully." Still smiling, he began to show her the next portion, enjoying the flow of the music and banishing the less enticing thoughts from his mind. Weyr politics were no place for a greenrider even if his entire education had been about knowing everything of such things. It was a conflicting area to be locked into, but B'jin had long ago learned (and been taught!) that he was by far a greenrider now, and would never be the master harper he had dreamed of becoming. "Do you attend school still?" B'jin knew many of the weyrbrats stopped going when they hit their early teens, either because they were shoved into chores, or because they found them more satisfying than being lectured.
sorry for the wait, love <3
