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26.Mar.13, 10:22 AM
B’jin smiled effortlessly as R’nd dashed over to congratulate Kerrin; he didn’t bother to follow. As oblivious as B’jin could be, he wasn’t completely stupid and even he could pick up on the icy reception he sometimes got from the boy. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to upset the kid, but had decided to leave well enough alone and simply avoid him. With his mind still lingering on the promises of things to come that evening, B’jin shook his head and walked firmly in the direction Jisralna was currently being bustled around in.
B’jin didn’t really care for – nor think highly of – women as a whole. They had their roles to play, and most often B’jin preferred those roles be played away from him. Their voices were generally too high pitched, and they were either too mean, or too delicate to interest him as far as general company was concerned. Par’a (S’kef be damned) was one of very few that could convince her fellow greenrider that girls weren’t all bad. His daughter was a mixed bag; B’jin adored and spoiled her rotten, but his opinion on her general intelligence and likelihood to get anywhere in life that didn’t revolve around a rich husband was minimal.
Seeing a pretty little goldrider-to-be getting treated as a doormat by a green hatchling was horrifying for him (even if most of that horror came from what a blemish on his record searching a greenrider woman would be) and he could only imagine how upset a proper lady like Jisralna had been in the midst of all that. It was impossible for him to believe she hadn’t been terrified of Impressing the stupid little dragonet, and despite Larrikith’s obnoxious assurance that she had not made a mistake, B’jin was determined to reassure both himself and Jisralna that she was, indeed, a goldrider of the future – even if some other Searchrider had upstarted him and stolen the one in this clutch.
While B’jin was pissed that Jisralna hadn’t Impressed this gold – three in a row would have been amazing! – he was far more pleased that she hadn’t impressed that green! That would have been completely unacceptable, and B’jin could not process just how bad a blemish like that would have been. His entire record – both before and after the plague – included gold and bronze, with a few scattered browns; accepting a chromatic, especially one bonded to a woman, was just not possible! B’jin shuddered dramatically as he stopped by the small group.
A light hand touched Jisralna on the elbow, the greenrider’s face genuinely concerned as he shifted to look at Jisralna’s face. B’jin liked his candidates. He didn’t search many, and in fact only claimed a handful at Katila, something that resulted in him being able to keep an eye on (and in some cases befriend) the young men and women his dragon chose. “Are you okay?” Physically, mentally, emotionally; B’jin was quite sure the poor girl was going to be all over the place. He wasn’t a Healer – that was Talian’s job! – but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was in some state of shock.
B’jin didn’t really care for – nor think highly of – women as a whole. They had their roles to play, and most often B’jin preferred those roles be played away from him. Their voices were generally too high pitched, and they were either too mean, or too delicate to interest him as far as general company was concerned. Par’a (S’kef be damned) was one of very few that could convince her fellow greenrider that girls weren’t all bad. His daughter was a mixed bag; B’jin adored and spoiled her rotten, but his opinion on her general intelligence and likelihood to get anywhere in life that didn’t revolve around a rich husband was minimal.
Seeing a pretty little goldrider-to-be getting treated as a doormat by a green hatchling was horrifying for him (even if most of that horror came from what a blemish on his record searching a greenrider woman would be) and he could only imagine how upset a proper lady like Jisralna had been in the midst of all that. It was impossible for him to believe she hadn’t been terrified of Impressing the stupid little dragonet, and despite Larrikith’s obnoxious assurance that she had not made a mistake, B’jin was determined to reassure both himself and Jisralna that she was, indeed, a goldrider of the future – even if some other Searchrider had upstarted him and stolen the one in this clutch.
While B’jin was pissed that Jisralna hadn’t Impressed this gold – three in a row would have been amazing! – he was far more pleased that she hadn’t impressed that green! That would have been completely unacceptable, and B’jin could not process just how bad a blemish like that would have been. His entire record – both before and after the plague – included gold and bronze, with a few scattered browns; accepting a chromatic, especially one bonded to a woman, was just not possible! B’jin shuddered dramatically as he stopped by the small group.
A light hand touched Jisralna on the elbow, the greenrider’s face genuinely concerned as he shifted to look at Jisralna’s face. B’jin liked his candidates. He didn’t search many, and in fact only claimed a handful at Katila, something that resulted in him being able to keep an eye on (and in some cases befriend) the young men and women his dragon chose. “Are you okay?” Physically, mentally, emotionally; B’jin was quite sure the poor girl was going to be all over the place. He wasn’t a Healer – that was Talian’s job! – but he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was in some state of shock.
