21.Jan.18, 12:05 AM
Larrikith laughed, startling B’jin who had been working on another manual for Indivara in regards to Weyrlinghood and how to teach the new dragonriders what they needed to know. They both found the method much easier to work with than his lecturing her in person. She was obnoxious, he was stubborn, and between the pair of them, they often fell to arguing bitterly. This worked better; B’jin wrote what she needed to know, and then tested her on the knowledge every few weeks. He had already promised to have her be one of his assistants at the next Clutch he picked up, though he was not in a rush to do so. B’jin was rather enjoying the freedom of sleeping in.
“What is so funny?” B’jin asked, leaning back and stretching, having dropped his quill on the table. He felt joins pop and muscles stretch. He should probably do something physical, like go to Katila and go swimming, or a run or something undoubtedly boring and exhausting and not nearly as pleasuring as his usual physical exercise. B’jin scrunched his nose up and dropped his arms, leaning forward so his chair landed back on all four feet. “Well?” he demanded, getting up and moving towards the dragons’ alcove, peering in to look at Larrikith, who just lolled her tongue at him.
You have a visitor arriving, and I was told to sit on you should you try to escape.
B’jin blinked, feeling ice trail down his insides. “Why would I try to escape?” He asked, wondering if Larrikith would really feed him to someone he would actually try to flee from. He doubted it, but she could be a bit questionable at times. A frown furrowed his eyebrows as he heard a knock on the door, shoulders stiffening uncomfortably and he shot a look at his dragon. She just tilted her head, giving him a lazy expression B’jin knew was her variation of a sly smile, and he sighed. She wouldn’t let someone like J’ver or S’kef sneak up on him, he was sure, and she would have taken offence to a brown like Tyrrisath saying something like that to her. Taking a deep breath and straightening his shoulders, B’jin strode towards the door, pleased he was neatly dressed.
Standing in front of the door, B’jin took another breath and then cautiously opened it, blinking up at the smiling face of Z’rin in puzzlement. “Hello,” he said, confused. The young man seemed to have his hands full, and he was not someone B’jin had ever been cautioned about, so he stepped back and invited him in. “How can I help?” He knew R’nd could be home at any moment, anyway, and the past had been plenty indicative that R’nd would defend B’jin if he felt he needed defending.
“What is so funny?” B’jin asked, leaning back and stretching, having dropped his quill on the table. He felt joins pop and muscles stretch. He should probably do something physical, like go to Katila and go swimming, or a run or something undoubtedly boring and exhausting and not nearly as pleasuring as his usual physical exercise. B’jin scrunched his nose up and dropped his arms, leaning forward so his chair landed back on all four feet. “Well?” he demanded, getting up and moving towards the dragons’ alcove, peering in to look at Larrikith, who just lolled her tongue at him.
B’jin blinked, feeling ice trail down his insides. “Why would I try to escape?” He asked, wondering if Larrikith would really feed him to someone he would actually try to flee from. He doubted it, but she could be a bit questionable at times. A frown furrowed his eyebrows as he heard a knock on the door, shoulders stiffening uncomfortably and he shot a look at his dragon. She just tilted her head, giving him a lazy expression B’jin knew was her variation of a sly smile, and he sighed. She wouldn’t let someone like J’ver or S’kef sneak up on him, he was sure, and she would have taken offence to a brown like Tyrrisath saying something like that to her. Taking a deep breath and straightening his shoulders, B’jin strode towards the door, pleased he was neatly dressed.
Standing in front of the door, B’jin took another breath and then cautiously opened it, blinking up at the smiling face of Z’rin in puzzlement. “Hello,” he said, confused. The young man seemed to have his hands full, and he was not someone B’jin had ever been cautioned about, so he stepped back and invited him in. “How can I help?” He knew R’nd could be home at any moment, anyway, and the past had been plenty indicative that R’nd would defend B’jin if he felt he needed defending.