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02.Jun.14, 12:49 PM
B’jin had not counted on it being so difficult. Of course, really, he should have realised that with all the time, effort and thought that had gone into finding someone to teach him how to cook, while keeping that fact a secret from R’nd, that finding someone to test his cooking thereafter would be just as difficult and headachy. His first thought, of course, had been to go to Parella. That woman loved food, but therein lay the problem B’jin had quickly realised: she loved food so much, he was hardly sure she’d ever tasted a bite of anything she’d ever eaten. That simply would not do. Besides which, he was quite sure she was incapable of keeping a secret, except when it so suited her. He was not quite willing to bet that this particular secret would be to her ability to keep.
There were several other options thereafter, of course; but B’jin was not quite sure he trusted them. His children had seemed caught somewhere between amusement and terror when B’jin had decided to collect his daughter from the crèche and conned N’mor into joining them. They had both said it was ‘fine’, which B’jin supposed was a great deal better than the previous attempt he had had of cooking for them, after N’mell was removed from their lives. B’jin had sulked for a whole day, while N’mor had rolled his eyes and gone back to his dragonet and Amorandii had resorted to secretive giggling. R’nd’s worried questions that had followed after the children left had been avoided until the bluerider got the hint. B’jin had sulked more, after that.
Now, with the vast majority of the Weyr once more in the North, B’jin found his options were far more limited. He was not quite sure where to go to find someone that could both keep a secret, and would be honest with him. By default, all bronze and brownriders were automatically disqualified. Blueriders were ummed over for a few moments, before B’jin banished them from his list, too. He simply could not risk one of them deciding to rat him out, though B’jin couldn’t see how anything could be gained from that – except playing with a greenrider’s wants – and so he was left with greenriders.
That list caused a lot of umming and ahhing, before B’jin finally settled on N’del; he was not overly well acquainted with his fellow greenrider, but they were not strangers to one another, either. Deciding upon that, B’jin had not-at-all subtly asked R’nd when his next wing practice was, and genuinely bounced back to his usual self. With N’del in the same wing as R’nd, B’jin settled on preparing a few selected items for the other greenrider to taste, and would seek out the other man while R’nd did his usual post-Wing practice routine.
As a result, the greenrider found himself angling in on N’del as the other left Wing Practice, being sure that R’nd wasn’t in sight, and bounced up to his fellow, smiling brightly. If nothing else good came from being a greenrider, B’jin knew it was that no one ever took much noticed of them. So, still smiling brightly, B’jin leaned forward just enough to murmur his request, expression bright and hopeful. “May I have several moments of your time?” Brown eyes sparkled, and there was the underlying promise to explain what he was up to, when they were not surrounded by bigmouths. B’jin wasn’t willing to bet they were that unremarkable! He did not want R’nd to find out about his surprise, until it was perfectly presented for him!
There were several other options thereafter, of course; but B’jin was not quite sure he trusted them. His children had seemed caught somewhere between amusement and terror when B’jin had decided to collect his daughter from the crèche and conned N’mor into joining them. They had both said it was ‘fine’, which B’jin supposed was a great deal better than the previous attempt he had had of cooking for them, after N’mell was removed from their lives. B’jin had sulked for a whole day, while N’mor had rolled his eyes and gone back to his dragonet and Amorandii had resorted to secretive giggling. R’nd’s worried questions that had followed after the children left had been avoided until the bluerider got the hint. B’jin had sulked more, after that.
Now, with the vast majority of the Weyr once more in the North, B’jin found his options were far more limited. He was not quite sure where to go to find someone that could both keep a secret, and would be honest with him. By default, all bronze and brownriders were automatically disqualified. Blueriders were ummed over for a few moments, before B’jin banished them from his list, too. He simply could not risk one of them deciding to rat him out, though B’jin couldn’t see how anything could be gained from that – except playing with a greenrider’s wants – and so he was left with greenriders.
That list caused a lot of umming and ahhing, before B’jin finally settled on N’del; he was not overly well acquainted with his fellow greenrider, but they were not strangers to one another, either. Deciding upon that, B’jin had not-at-all subtly asked R’nd when his next wing practice was, and genuinely bounced back to his usual self. With N’del in the same wing as R’nd, B’jin settled on preparing a few selected items for the other greenrider to taste, and would seek out the other man while R’nd did his usual post-Wing practice routine.
As a result, the greenrider found himself angling in on N’del as the other left Wing Practice, being sure that R’nd wasn’t in sight, and bounced up to his fellow, smiling brightly. If nothing else good came from being a greenrider, B’jin knew it was that no one ever took much noticed of them. So, still smiling brightly, B’jin leaned forward just enough to murmur his request, expression bright and hopeful. “May I have several moments of your time?” Brown eyes sparkled, and there was the underlying promise to explain what he was up to, when they were not surrounded by bigmouths. B’jin wasn’t willing to bet they were that unremarkable! He did not want R’nd to find out about his surprise, until it was perfectly presented for him!
