14.Feb.12, 06:09 AM
While the season was drawing to a lazy close, the weather that day had been particularly warm and enjoyable. As a result, B'jin had round up both his young children, and somehow managed to wheedle their mother's into tagging along as well for a trip to the Lake for swimming, sunning and merriment. Unfortunately for the man, his freeday had become something less free when the Crèche had gotten wind of what was going on (probably the result of his excitable daughter) and it appeared the entire population of Katila Weyr between the ages of newborn and about ten at a rough guess, were clambering onto dragon necks, squealing and laughing and cheering as their parents prepared for a long day. Dragon voices clashed, as they went on high-frequency to include everyone in the activities.
B'jin had, without question, thoroughly enjoyed his day. He was very much someone that found children alluring and a great deal of fun to be around. As a result, however, Larrikith had winked home between barely a wing-length off the ground (he was so glad there had been no senior ranking riders with the group) and promptly clawed her way into her den to curl up and die. B'jin, discovering his children had eaten him out of house and home, and been less than impressed when he realised he would have to trek all the way to the main dining areas for food before he could collapse much like his poor dragon. The man's good fortune had made itself known briefly in the shape of a neighbour who was catching a lift to the Dining Hall on his brown, and B'jin, without the least amount of shame, had begged a lift. He'd been at the receiving end of humorous pity when the day had been explained to his fellow rider.
Arriving at the dining hall, B'jin had erred on the side of caution; if he ate now, he likely would collapse in some far corner and not move for at least ten hours. So, in order to avoid that, B'jin had decided to weave his way through the people milling around, and make his way into the kitchens. Waving absently to a friend as he passed through, the greenrider made his way towards the storage rooms, intent on digging up some foods and spices he could take back to the hut and restore what he had once claimed. Oh, the trials of being a parent! Covering a yawn with his left hand, B'jin's mind reached out to poke at Larrikith, determining what her status was, and smiled lazily as she told him in no polite terms to bugger off as he pushed open a store room door and jerked to an abrupt halt.
"Oh!" Normally, B'jin would have had enough brain cells functioning that he wouldn't have made a noise upon spotting a relatively common scene. Tired as he was, however, B'jin didn't manage to stifle the surprised gasp as he blinked big brown eyes at the engaged young men taking refuge in the storer. A teasing grin flickered over his lips as he took a step back, even drawing the door partially closed with him, before he stopped in sudden shock and his mouth dropped slightly.
"Tal?!" Features an expression of shocked surprise, the greenrider froze, obviously unsure whether to slam the door shut and flee, or stay and discover what, exactly, was going on. Eyes, still wide, flashed to Erisi, then back to Talian, and his jaw clicked shut audibly as he swallowed whatever other words might have flowed forth.
B'jin had, without question, thoroughly enjoyed his day. He was very much someone that found children alluring and a great deal of fun to be around. As a result, however, Larrikith had winked home between barely a wing-length off the ground (he was so glad there had been no senior ranking riders with the group) and promptly clawed her way into her den to curl up and die. B'jin, discovering his children had eaten him out of house and home, and been less than impressed when he realised he would have to trek all the way to the main dining areas for food before he could collapse much like his poor dragon. The man's good fortune had made itself known briefly in the shape of a neighbour who was catching a lift to the Dining Hall on his brown, and B'jin, without the least amount of shame, had begged a lift. He'd been at the receiving end of humorous pity when the day had been explained to his fellow rider.
Arriving at the dining hall, B'jin had erred on the side of caution; if he ate now, he likely would collapse in some far corner and not move for at least ten hours. So, in order to avoid that, B'jin had decided to weave his way through the people milling around, and make his way into the kitchens. Waving absently to a friend as he passed through, the greenrider made his way towards the storage rooms, intent on digging up some foods and spices he could take back to the hut and restore what he had once claimed. Oh, the trials of being a parent! Covering a yawn with his left hand, B'jin's mind reached out to poke at Larrikith, determining what her status was, and smiled lazily as she told him in no polite terms to bugger off as he pushed open a store room door and jerked to an abrupt halt.
"Oh!" Normally, B'jin would have had enough brain cells functioning that he wouldn't have made a noise upon spotting a relatively common scene. Tired as he was, however, B'jin didn't manage to stifle the surprised gasp as he blinked big brown eyes at the engaged young men taking refuge in the storer. A teasing grin flickered over his lips as he took a step back, even drawing the door partially closed with him, before he stopped in sudden shock and his mouth dropped slightly.
"Tal?!" Features an expression of shocked surprise, the greenrider froze, obviously unsure whether to slam the door shut and flee, or stay and discover what, exactly, was going on. Eyes, still wide, flashed to Erisi, then back to Talian, and his jaw clicked shut audibly as he swallowed whatever other words might have flowed forth.