03.Feb.12, 12:33 AM
Kerrin nearly jumped out of his seat when B'jin slammed his tray down on the table, but it didn't take long for him to recognize that the rider was in some kind of mood, which had him quickly scooting his way down the bench to make room for the older man without a single word. After all, moody greenriders were not an unusual occurrance at the weyr; not only did they tend to have pretty powerful personalities in general, but with flights going on nearly every day, wise weyrbrats quickly learned to dodge inexplicably snarling dragonriders without any gratuitous commentary on their behavior. Kerrin stuffed more sweetroll into his face, watching the goings-on with wide amber eyes and looking rather comfortable in his natural assumption that whatever had B'jin in such foul temper surely had absolutely nothing to do with him.
What he did find rather unusual was the rather... intimate way in which B'jin held Talian's hands, and he knew he couldn't be the only one left wondering at the sudden change of the greenrider's tone of voice from snappish snarl to sweet affection. The rider's current state of shirtlessness also did nothing to reel in Kerrin's imagination. Discreetly - or so he thought, anyway - the boy leaned over to whisper to Par'a, "Isn't Talian kinda young for him?"
What he did find rather unusual was the rather... intimate way in which B'jin held Talian's hands, and he knew he couldn't be the only one left wondering at the sudden change of the greenrider's tone of voice from snappish snarl to sweet affection. The rider's current state of shirtlessness also did nothing to reel in Kerrin's imagination. Discreetly - or so he thought, anyway - the boy leaned over to whisper to Par'a, "Isn't Talian kinda young for him?"