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17.Aug.12, 05:24 AM
B'jin's eyebrows arched slightly, the greenrider almost amused at Vofetti's accusing and snarky comment. Bred to die? "That assumes one is a Weyrbrat." B'jin remarked cheerfully in reply, not quite letting the comment get to him. Threadfall wasn't due until he'd be well into his seventies. He'd still be very much in his dragonrider prime at such an age, though B'jin would admit to himself (though no one else) that the idea of fighting thread terrified him. Life was painful enough, and he didn't have the reassuring touch of numbweed to cure him of his aches. The idea of being Threadscored - which would be so much worse than twenty lashes - was absolutely terrifying.
Before the Harper could get too lost down that rather unsettling train of thought, however, he was interrupted by Volfetti's second attack. He simply gave a breathy laugh of amusement at her dig at him being 'nice and lazy', for he didn't really consider himself lazy at all. Besides, if she'd ever known him before the Plague (before Impression, really) B'jin knew the young woman's opinion would be vastly different. It was her dig at his children that finally irked the greenrider, who's face first lost all semblance of colour, before flushing hotly in vicious anger.
He hadn't realised how viciously he was staring after the woman, practically trembling with pent up fury at such a slur to not only his parenting skills (in which he was quite proud) but the growth of his children themselves. He hadn't laid one word against little Benden! One did not simply kick the dragon because the rider was a bastard! B'jin's lips twisted into a sneer, watching as she stalked off before his attention was claimed by Valerian, the young man's use of his name finally filtering through his outraged thoughts. Irate brown eyes snapped to glare at the younger Harper.
B'jin stared harshly at Valerian for several moments, trying to decide if the weyrling was mocking him, or being honest. After a little while, he slumped back into his seat, kicking his feet angrily back up onto the barrel and accepting an apple without any grace from another kitchen worker. "Stupid bitch."
Larrikith laughed cheerfully at the little blue craning to look up at her, before fluttering her wings out and jumping off the roof to land several feet from him. Folding the sails back, Larrikith stretched her nose out to blow warm beathe on Veeth's face as she gave his cheek a lick. Humans often act weird, Larrikith told the young blue, with all the airs of wisdom she could put into her voice though her eyes were bright with amusement.
Being lazy, she replied cheerfully, and you are growing well, Veeth. You will be a very fine blue.
Before the Harper could get too lost down that rather unsettling train of thought, however, he was interrupted by Volfetti's second attack. He simply gave a breathy laugh of amusement at her dig at him being 'nice and lazy', for he didn't really consider himself lazy at all. Besides, if she'd ever known him before the Plague (before Impression, really) B'jin knew the young woman's opinion would be vastly different. It was her dig at his children that finally irked the greenrider, who's face first lost all semblance of colour, before flushing hotly in vicious anger.
He hadn't realised how viciously he was staring after the woman, practically trembling with pent up fury at such a slur to not only his parenting skills (in which he was quite proud) but the growth of his children themselves. He hadn't laid one word against little Benden! One did not simply kick the dragon because the rider was a bastard! B'jin's lips twisted into a sneer, watching as she stalked off before his attention was claimed by Valerian, the young man's use of his name finally filtering through his outraged thoughts. Irate brown eyes snapped to glare at the younger Harper.
B'jin stared harshly at Valerian for several moments, trying to decide if the weyrling was mocking him, or being honest. After a little while, he slumped back into his seat, kicking his feet angrily back up onto the barrel and accepting an apple without any grace from another kitchen worker. "Stupid bitch."
Larrikith laughed cheerfully at the little blue craning to look up at her, before fluttering her wings out and jumping off the roof to land several feet from him. Folding the sails back, Larrikith stretched her nose out to blow warm beathe on Veeth's face as she gave his cheek a lick. Humans often act weird, Larrikith told the young blue, with all the airs of wisdom she could put into her voice though her eyes were bright with amusement.
Being lazy, she replied cheerfully, and you are growing well, Veeth. You will be a very fine blue.
