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20.May.14, 02:34 AM
It had been a hard Hatching and R’nd had yet to form his own opinions on everything that had gone down outside of it being tragic. He never liked seeing a dragonet injured or worse and this Hatching was so far the worst he had ever attended. He hoped there wouldn’t be more like it in the future. Luckily, words weren’t needed to convey the pain that was shared with B’jin as he held the hand tightly to give silent support to his lover and hug him when a chance was given. He didn’t want to smother B’jin but he wanted the man to know he was there for him whenever needed.
As per their own personal tradition when tragedy struck, R’nd knew there would be alcohol in their very near future and was wondering how many bottles they could snatch and if they should stay and be social or slip off to their own quarters to console each other in private when he suddenly found himself being stopped with a slight shove. Startled grey eyes glanced first in confusion at B’jin who was frozen solid and the first thought was that S’kef or N’mall approached and were going to start trouble. Looking around, R’nd didn’t see either brownrider giving them even a lick of attention but before a question could form, B’jin was throwing himself into the arms of an older man. That wasn’t exactly something R’nd predicted would happen that night and stared at the scene in further confusion as he tried to figure out what was going on and who the man, clearly from somewhere in the North, could be.
Thankfully, B’jin finally filled in the blanks but it didn’t help R’nd all that much considering his lover that liked to skirt around details had never mentioned Quennell before. He frowned, trying in vain to figure out where the man would fit into B’jin’s past. Perhaps he was from Harper Hall. That seemed like the most logical conclusion but it was quickly forgotten as B’jin introduced him and R’nd found he had stopped breathing as he waited to hear how it would come out. When only his name and Ayyonth’s came out with no other word associated to it, nothing of claim, nothing of importance, R’nd wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He knew they had something special and typically if something became too serious in the past and possessiveness took over with someone claiming him, he panicked a bit. Now, however, he couldn’t figure out if he liked simply being R’nd of Ayyonth and nothing more. Still, the way B’jin clung to him made the confusion be shoved aside and R’nd smiled gently at B’jin.
R’nd was starting to relax until he noticed how the man was very openly judging him before he added another detail that shattered the conclusion that had been previously reached. It was odd to hear B’jin’s full name thanks to only hearing it a handful of times from a stressed Larrikith and that almost threw the bluerider off more than the rank the man possessed or the following question. Despite all the time that had passed since he had lived with his family, R’nd still maintained his manners and pulled himself together with an incline of his head in a respectful greeting since he wasn’t sure if the elderly man would take his hand, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Quennell was on him, asking a question that left R’nd’s eyes going wide. Where had that come from? Why was that the first thing that needed to be asked before even the niceties of conversation? It seemed like he really was being judged. It hurt somewhat that he was working against stereotypes whether based on being a bluerider or because he came along after N’mall but it was understandable and something he was likely going to have to get used to. “B’jin knows I have and will continue to always be here for him but as to taking care of him?” R’nd slipped his arm around the waist of his bouncy lover, “I also know he can take care of himself and I respect that.”
As per their own personal tradition when tragedy struck, R’nd knew there would be alcohol in their very near future and was wondering how many bottles they could snatch and if they should stay and be social or slip off to their own quarters to console each other in private when he suddenly found himself being stopped with a slight shove. Startled grey eyes glanced first in confusion at B’jin who was frozen solid and the first thought was that S’kef or N’mall approached and were going to start trouble. Looking around, R’nd didn’t see either brownrider giving them even a lick of attention but before a question could form, B’jin was throwing himself into the arms of an older man. That wasn’t exactly something R’nd predicted would happen that night and stared at the scene in further confusion as he tried to figure out what was going on and who the man, clearly from somewhere in the North, could be.
Thankfully, B’jin finally filled in the blanks but it didn’t help R’nd all that much considering his lover that liked to skirt around details had never mentioned Quennell before. He frowned, trying in vain to figure out where the man would fit into B’jin’s past. Perhaps he was from Harper Hall. That seemed like the most logical conclusion but it was quickly forgotten as B’jin introduced him and R’nd found he had stopped breathing as he waited to hear how it would come out. When only his name and Ayyonth’s came out with no other word associated to it, nothing of claim, nothing of importance, R’nd wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He knew they had something special and typically if something became too serious in the past and possessiveness took over with someone claiming him, he panicked a bit. Now, however, he couldn’t figure out if he liked simply being R’nd of Ayyonth and nothing more. Still, the way B’jin clung to him made the confusion be shoved aside and R’nd smiled gently at B’jin.
R’nd was starting to relax until he noticed how the man was very openly judging him before he added another detail that shattered the conclusion that had been previously reached. It was odd to hear B’jin’s full name thanks to only hearing it a handful of times from a stressed Larrikith and that almost threw the bluerider off more than the rank the man possessed or the following question. Despite all the time that had passed since he had lived with his family, R’nd still maintained his manners and pulled himself together with an incline of his head in a respectful greeting since he wasn’t sure if the elderly man would take his hand, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
The words were barely out of his mouth before Quennell was on him, asking a question that left R’nd’s eyes going wide. Where had that come from? Why was that the first thing that needed to be asked before even the niceties of conversation? It seemed like he really was being judged. It hurt somewhat that he was working against stereotypes whether based on being a bluerider or because he came along after N’mall but it was understandable and something he was likely going to have to get used to. “B’jin knows I have and will continue to always be here for him but as to taking care of him?” R’nd slipped his arm around the waist of his bouncy lover, “I also know he can take care of himself and I respect that.”
