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12.Dec.13, 09:08 AM
B’jin smiled slightly as dragonet chatter filled the air. While the greenrider was far from comfortable with dragon’s poking around in his mind, the aimless babble of dragonets didn’t tend to bother him quite as much, though training them how to actually angle their speech so it went directly to their rider and bypassed everyone else… That was very important to the greenrider and a lesson he would happily teach his undoubtedly excited students very quickly. He did not like hearing strange voices, and most weyrlings (he had discovered) would prefer to avoid their young lifemates broadcasting awkward questions to everyone within three dragonlengths (if not further!)
“Good morning, ladies,” B’jin babbled, as he took note of their silent greeting. He flashed a warm smile at Casa, before turning his attention on the young gold with a friendly if critical eye. She was indeed small – around the same size of most of the greens and blues that had hatched – but from what he could tell just glancing at her, she wasn’t disjointed or badly put together. “If I can get you to stand up, dear, and extend your wings please.” The greenrider lifted his gaze to look over the pair at the new bluepair that had stopped not far away. “Bring your little fellow over, T’vor,” B’jin invited.
Then, having barely waited for Thallyath to do as he had instructed, B’jin was poking around the four-and-a-half-foot dragonet. His hands ran lightly over her hide, taking a few moments at intervals to show Casa the dry patches that would require extra oiling after the young gold had been bathed. He got her to run her fingers over it, and take note of the difference in texture before encouraging the girl to brush her fingers over part of Thallayth’s hide that was in happier condition.
“She is going to grow over the next six months like you wouldn’t believe. By this time next month, she will be twice her current size. By the time she is six months old, she will be -” B’jin leaned back and studied Thallyath for a moment, nose scrunched up slightly as he tried to anticipate the gold’s size. “Several feet bigger than Larrikith.” Of course that was not saying all that much, given Larrikith’s diminutive size. “I’d say she’ll hit twenty-five feet or so.” Not much in length, perhaps, but B’jin was pretty sure small dragons came with twice the personality of big ones. B’jin side-eyed Larrikith before returning his attention back to the little dragonet.
“It will be of the uttermost importance that you do a full check over of her every day. You won’t need to bathe her daily unless you both feel so inclined, but oiling her will be completely unavoidable. Larrikith, come here love.” B’jin waited for the green to come, and then lay down beside them; she rolled slightly, so they could see the row of ridges along her back. “If you both come here,” he spoke to the two humans, “you will see that I was a particularly lacklustre Weyrling.” He spoke with wry and flat tone, not really indicating how he felt about his own weyrlinghood.
Waving the two youngsters close, he took several moments to point out the part of Larrikith’s hide that were scarred from mishandling as a youth, and showing the difference between those scars, and the scars she had received from rough flights, which were focused around the joints of her wings. While Larrikith’s mossy coloured hide did a great job of hiding the scarring, once it had been pointed out, it was hard to miss the fact that chunks of her hide had clearly been unloved as a youth.
“If your dragonet so much as twitches,” B’jin continued as Larrikith rolled onto her belly and sat up, watching curiously. “Slather some oil on. Once they’re grown, they’ll only need a full head-to-toe scrub every couple of months, and touch-up oiling as it arises. But while they’re growing, your hands will almost eternally be slippery with oil, so you had best get used to the slick feeling of it!”
“Good morning, ladies,” B’jin babbled, as he took note of their silent greeting. He flashed a warm smile at Casa, before turning his attention on the young gold with a friendly if critical eye. She was indeed small – around the same size of most of the greens and blues that had hatched – but from what he could tell just glancing at her, she wasn’t disjointed or badly put together. “If I can get you to stand up, dear, and extend your wings please.” The greenrider lifted his gaze to look over the pair at the new bluepair that had stopped not far away. “Bring your little fellow over, T’vor,” B’jin invited.
Then, having barely waited for Thallyath to do as he had instructed, B’jin was poking around the four-and-a-half-foot dragonet. His hands ran lightly over her hide, taking a few moments at intervals to show Casa the dry patches that would require extra oiling after the young gold had been bathed. He got her to run her fingers over it, and take note of the difference in texture before encouraging the girl to brush her fingers over part of Thallayth’s hide that was in happier condition.
“She is going to grow over the next six months like you wouldn’t believe. By this time next month, she will be twice her current size. By the time she is six months old, she will be -” B’jin leaned back and studied Thallyath for a moment, nose scrunched up slightly as he tried to anticipate the gold’s size. “Several feet bigger than Larrikith.” Of course that was not saying all that much, given Larrikith’s diminutive size. “I’d say she’ll hit twenty-five feet or so.” Not much in length, perhaps, but B’jin was pretty sure small dragons came with twice the personality of big ones. B’jin side-eyed Larrikith before returning his attention back to the little dragonet.
“It will be of the uttermost importance that you do a full check over of her every day. You won’t need to bathe her daily unless you both feel so inclined, but oiling her will be completely unavoidable. Larrikith, come here love.” B’jin waited for the green to come, and then lay down beside them; she rolled slightly, so they could see the row of ridges along her back. “If you both come here,” he spoke to the two humans, “you will see that I was a particularly lacklustre Weyrling.” He spoke with wry and flat tone, not really indicating how he felt about his own weyrlinghood.
Waving the two youngsters close, he took several moments to point out the part of Larrikith’s hide that were scarred from mishandling as a youth, and showing the difference between those scars, and the scars she had received from rough flights, which were focused around the joints of her wings. While Larrikith’s mossy coloured hide did a great job of hiding the scarring, once it had been pointed out, it was hard to miss the fact that chunks of her hide had clearly been unloved as a youth.
“If your dragonet so much as twitches,” B’jin continued as Larrikith rolled onto her belly and sat up, watching curiously. “Slather some oil on. Once they’re grown, they’ll only need a full head-to-toe scrub every couple of months, and touch-up oiling as it arises. But while they’re growing, your hands will almost eternally be slippery with oil, so you had best get used to the slick feeling of it!”
