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06.Aug.13, 09:24 AM
“Death?” B’jin asked, his voice low under the renewed babbling of Amorandii and his eyes dramatically wide as he stared at R’nd desperately. An amused twitch on the corner of his lips belied him, but the greenrider was more than a little tired from the rather occupied night before, and wasn’t overly keen on filling his veins with klah. The withdrawal he’d suffered when he and N’mall had been living in exile had dampened his desire to drink the liquid beyond the occasional cup, and the taste tended to bring up less than entertaining thoughts. He’d rather guzzle R’nd’s fellis laced grain stew stuff… if it could rightly be called food.
Instead, B’jin was attempting to mainline sugar, as he nibbled on a shocking amount of cinnamon buns, several glasses of juice, and various other sweet items that were being brought forth by the kitchen staff on duty that morning. He felt somewhat ill from the excess sugar, but he was quite sure he would be awake fairly soon, and likely crash twice as hard as the children when the false energy left his system. Breaking up a warm berry pie and eyeing the way it dripped onto his plate with a comical expression, B’jin nibbled on a piece of stained pastry as he spoke to R’nd.
“Par’a helped me set up one of the rooms at Crèche for Amorandii and her friends, and what gifts she’s getting should be there by now.” He had had to leave his at Par’a’s house ever since Amorandii realised he had gotten her something. He couldn’t risk hiding it at his own or R’nd’s for fear the little girl would sweep through like a summer storm and destroy the buildings looking for whatever it was that was awaiting her discovery. Tipping most of the contents out of the other half of the little pie, B’jin continued to nibble on the pastry. “They can destroy that, and there were a handful of weyrbrats that got themselves into some trouble that will be on clean up duty.” B’jin was damned if he was going to clean up after a bunch of pre-teen brats!
Leaning over to give R’nd a slightly berry touched kiss, B’jin stood up and clapped his hands, before ordering the party onwards, and ushering the children out of the kitchen. The greenrider made a quick detour on his way out long enough to wash his hands and splash his face with cool water, before hurrying to catch up to the party of terrors. What had possibly made him think a birthday party for his little girl would be a good idea?You got no say, Larrikith laughed. The dragon paused, considering, before continuing. Just wait until she’s turning sixteen! Larrikith sniggered, and B’jin died a little inside. She’s not allowed to turn sixteen. Do you have any idea how old that would make me? She can just stay seven. Larrikith laughed more. I don’t think it works like that, love.
B’jin pushed his way into the room that had been designated for Amorandii’s birthday, which was announced in loud, painted words on paper across the length of the wall, and found the girl already in there, dancing anxiously around the small pile of presents she had managed to accumulate. B’jin’s eyebrows arched upwards slightly in surprise; the child had a lot more than he’d expected, and he shook his head in amusement. Little brat. “Yes, you can open them!” B’jin laughed, when the girl danced around him anxiously with desperation before squealing and giving him a quick hug. He watched her bolt over to the small pile and began rummaging through it.
B’jin grabbed R’nd’s hand lightly and lead the bluerider over to the other side of the room, and pushed him gently to sit, the greenrider near sitting on him when he took up the space beside him. Uncaring what might be said or thought, B’jin curled up against R’nd and rested his head on the other man’s shoulder, watching Amorandii squeal over her gifts. “A couple of crèche workers are going to run the games for the kids,” he explained, pointing lazily at a couple of women that were setting up something that looked like it involved a stick and an innocent papier-mâché creature (a wherry, from the looks of it). “I don’t advise moving while they play that game. It can be dangerous to your health.”
Instead, B’jin was attempting to mainline sugar, as he nibbled on a shocking amount of cinnamon buns, several glasses of juice, and various other sweet items that were being brought forth by the kitchen staff on duty that morning. He felt somewhat ill from the excess sugar, but he was quite sure he would be awake fairly soon, and likely crash twice as hard as the children when the false energy left his system. Breaking up a warm berry pie and eyeing the way it dripped onto his plate with a comical expression, B’jin nibbled on a piece of stained pastry as he spoke to R’nd.
“Par’a helped me set up one of the rooms at Crèche for Amorandii and her friends, and what gifts she’s getting should be there by now.” He had had to leave his at Par’a’s house ever since Amorandii realised he had gotten her something. He couldn’t risk hiding it at his own or R’nd’s for fear the little girl would sweep through like a summer storm and destroy the buildings looking for whatever it was that was awaiting her discovery. Tipping most of the contents out of the other half of the little pie, B’jin continued to nibble on the pastry. “They can destroy that, and there were a handful of weyrbrats that got themselves into some trouble that will be on clean up duty.” B’jin was damned if he was going to clean up after a bunch of pre-teen brats!
Leaning over to give R’nd a slightly berry touched kiss, B’jin stood up and clapped his hands, before ordering the party onwards, and ushering the children out of the kitchen. The greenrider made a quick detour on his way out long enough to wash his hands and splash his face with cool water, before hurrying to catch up to the party of terrors. What had possibly made him think a birthday party for his little girl would be a good idea?
B’jin pushed his way into the room that had been designated for Amorandii’s birthday, which was announced in loud, painted words on paper across the length of the wall, and found the girl already in there, dancing anxiously around the small pile of presents she had managed to accumulate. B’jin’s eyebrows arched upwards slightly in surprise; the child had a lot more than he’d expected, and he shook his head in amusement. Little brat. “Yes, you can open them!” B’jin laughed, when the girl danced around him anxiously with desperation before squealing and giving him a quick hug. He watched her bolt over to the small pile and began rummaging through it.
B’jin grabbed R’nd’s hand lightly and lead the bluerider over to the other side of the room, and pushed him gently to sit, the greenrider near sitting on him when he took up the space beside him. Uncaring what might be said or thought, B’jin curled up against R’nd and rested his head on the other man’s shoulder, watching Amorandii squeal over her gifts. “A couple of crèche workers are going to run the games for the kids,” he explained, pointing lazily at a couple of women that were setting up something that looked like it involved a stick and an innocent papier-mâché creature (a wherry, from the looks of it). “I don’t advise moving while they play that game. It can be dangerous to your health.”
