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07.Apr.22, 09:11 AM
B’jin was not normally an early riser, especially of late. Depression had sunk into the greenrider’s bone solidly, and he was having a lot of trouble escaping it. His habit of drinking himself into a stupor most nights likely didn’t help, but B’jin had trouble caring, though he did his best to cut back a bit, when R’nd voiced his concerns; he didn’t want to hurt his mate, and B’jin loved R’nd above almost all else, even alcohol.
That morning, however, a green dragon had decided to Fly, and she was very vocal about her challenges, and the sky had erupted in shrieks and roars that had denied the voiceless Harper from sleeping in like he normally enjoyed. Instead, he’d grumpily gotten up from bed, and made his way to the bath, wanting nothing more than to feel alive. To his great delight, R’nd had joined him, and the pair had made the most of the unwelcomed early morning, helping wash each other’s backs, amongst other… places.
Unfortunately, R’nd had plans that day that B’jin couldn’t crash, so the greenrider had found himself alone on the ledge of their shared weyr, standing beside his dragon as they looked down on the Werybowl and wondered mentally what to do with themselves that day. It was Larrikith who decided she wanted to go Elsewhere, and B’jin had finally agreed that an adventure sounded fun. He had re-dressed in some slightly fancier clothing, picking out one of his favourite scarves to wrap around his neck so his scarring was hidden from view.
Putting Larrikith’s riding straps on, B’jin had mounted up and the pair had debated for a few moments on where it was that they should go. After a bit of back and forth, it was decided they’d just head over to Crom, which wasn’t that far away, but B’jin hadn’t been to their shops yet to dig up some new scarves, and he wanted to see if they had anything nice. Perhaps he’d also get a gift for R’nd, since he’d been so sweet while B’jin was busy being a depressed disaster.
Dropping off the ledge, the pair visualised the Hold in question, before winking between. Appearing above the Hold, B’jin patted Larrikith’s hide as the small green dragon lazily circled in a downward spiral, and landed lightly in the centre square of the Hold, letting B’jin hop off before she took off again, though she didn’t go far. Larrikith perched lightly on one of the large, sturdy buildings so she could look over her rider and listen in on the gossip of the Holders. She may also have done more than a little preening as some of the younger or more sheltered individuals gazed at her in awe.
Amused, B’jin shook his head to himself as he made his way to the closest store, looking in the windows before moving on. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get R’nd for a gift, but he knew he would know it when he saw it. Smiling to himself, he came across a store that seemed to be primarily targeted towards fashionable items for higher ranked Ladies. B’jin pushed the door open, and stepped in as he tucked his riding gloves into his belt (he’d left his helmet with Larrikith) and brushed his blonde hair back with splayed fingers of his left hand.
B’jin waved a greeting to the woman that looked up from the other side of the counter, and then tapped his throat lightly with a gentle motion to indicate he couldn’t talk. The woman babbled something about being available if he needed any help, and B’jin flashed her a winning smile before poking around, finally finding a stand with several pretty and gauzy summer scarves on them. B’jin started picking through them, holding some up to examine, and then putting them back as he clicked his tongue against his teeth.
Which do you think, Larrikith? B’jin asked mentally, holding up two scarves as he peered into the small mirror that was available in store (confirming his suspicion that it was designed to cater to rich Ladies). Larrikith?Hrm? He could tell her attention had been diverted, and B’jin sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. Oh. I like the blue one, she said after a moment of consideration, looking through her rider’s eyes to see what he was considering. It looks like Ayyonth’s hide. Also there is a girl gawking at you.
B’jin arched an eyebrow, and turned around, still holding the scarves, to peer first at the door – no one – and then out the window. He grinned impishly at the girl who was on the other side, and waved a hand to invite her in. Just because he couldn’t talk, didn’t mean he couldn’t communicate! He had his little chalk board that he always kept attached to his belt, now, and Larrikith could talk when writing grew too much of a hassle. B’jin waited to see if the girl would join him, putting aside the not-Ayyonth coloured scarf as he waited.
That morning, however, a green dragon had decided to Fly, and she was very vocal about her challenges, and the sky had erupted in shrieks and roars that had denied the voiceless Harper from sleeping in like he normally enjoyed. Instead, he’d grumpily gotten up from bed, and made his way to the bath, wanting nothing more than to feel alive. To his great delight, R’nd had joined him, and the pair had made the most of the unwelcomed early morning, helping wash each other’s backs, amongst other… places.
Unfortunately, R’nd had plans that day that B’jin couldn’t crash, so the greenrider had found himself alone on the ledge of their shared weyr, standing beside his dragon as they looked down on the Werybowl and wondered mentally what to do with themselves that day. It was Larrikith who decided she wanted to go Elsewhere, and B’jin had finally agreed that an adventure sounded fun. He had re-dressed in some slightly fancier clothing, picking out one of his favourite scarves to wrap around his neck so his scarring was hidden from view.
Putting Larrikith’s riding straps on, B’jin had mounted up and the pair had debated for a few moments on where it was that they should go. After a bit of back and forth, it was decided they’d just head over to Crom, which wasn’t that far away, but B’jin hadn’t been to their shops yet to dig up some new scarves, and he wanted to see if they had anything nice. Perhaps he’d also get a gift for R’nd, since he’d been so sweet while B’jin was busy being a depressed disaster.
Dropping off the ledge, the pair visualised the Hold in question, before winking between. Appearing above the Hold, B’jin patted Larrikith’s hide as the small green dragon lazily circled in a downward spiral, and landed lightly in the centre square of the Hold, letting B’jin hop off before she took off again, though she didn’t go far. Larrikith perched lightly on one of the large, sturdy buildings so she could look over her rider and listen in on the gossip of the Holders. She may also have done more than a little preening as some of the younger or more sheltered individuals gazed at her in awe.
Amused, B’jin shook his head to himself as he made his way to the closest store, looking in the windows before moving on. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get R’nd for a gift, but he knew he would know it when he saw it. Smiling to himself, he came across a store that seemed to be primarily targeted towards fashionable items for higher ranked Ladies. B’jin pushed the door open, and stepped in as he tucked his riding gloves into his belt (he’d left his helmet with Larrikith) and brushed his blonde hair back with splayed fingers of his left hand.
B’jin waved a greeting to the woman that looked up from the other side of the counter, and then tapped his throat lightly with a gentle motion to indicate he couldn’t talk. The woman babbled something about being available if he needed any help, and B’jin flashed her a winning smile before poking around, finally finding a stand with several pretty and gauzy summer scarves on them. B’jin started picking through them, holding some up to examine, and then putting them back as he clicked his tongue against his teeth.
Which do you think, Larrikith? B’jin asked mentally, holding up two scarves as he peered into the small mirror that was available in store (confirming his suspicion that it was designed to cater to rich Ladies). Larrikith?
B’jin arched an eyebrow, and turned around, still holding the scarves, to peer first at the door – no one – and then out the window. He grinned impishly at the girl who was on the other side, and waved a hand to invite her in. Just because he couldn’t talk, didn’t mean he couldn’t communicate! He had his little chalk board that he always kept attached to his belt, now, and Larrikith could talk when writing grew too much of a hassle. B’jin waited to see if the girl would join him, putting aside the not-Ayyonth coloured scarf as he waited.
