Before the Fall [Execution Escape] [Open]

It was all S’kef’s fault, of course. He had timed it all to make B’jin’s life as awful as possible. If the bastard had waited another four weeks before deciding to kill some poor fuck, B’jin wouldn’t have had to stress about getting his class between nearly so much! The topic would have been covered on a theoretical level, and the kids would have been prepped. The baby draognets would have been old enough to cope, too, and the whole scenario would have been irrelevant.

But nooooo! Instead, he had to go and make B’jin’s life a walking disaster, and decided some poor bastard had to be thrown between so soon after the latest clutch had hatched that naturally the right thing to do was to send everyone way out whoop-whoop where they wouldn’t have to put up with keening dragons! Of course, the excuse was so the latest clutch did not all panic and suicide or some bullshit. B’jin was not even sure how that worked. Dragons died well, not all the time, but-! Still!

You’re raving again, love. Relax, Larrikith’s tone was slightly amused as she interrupted her rider’s thoughts before becoming distracted herself as Ayyonth arrived. Perking up, the little green trotted over to the blue, and then followed curiously when he tailed after R’nd to go and meet with K’rin and his little green. Larrikith did not speak to anyone, and her opinion of K’rin was likely as hit and miss as the fresh weyrling’s was of her rider. Besides, Ayyonth was hers, and R’nd was B’jin’s and that little green hussy was going to cause issues in the future! A carefully neutral but clearly calculating look was given to the hatchling, Larrikith sliding perhaps a little too close to Ayyonth’s side as she came to a halt.

B’jin looked up with a small, only slightly forced smile as Talian spoke. “Yes,” it wasn’t even a lie – not at that particular moment – B’jin currently being distracted by Larrikith’s subtle veins of jealousy though he appeared to be ignoring the dragon as he finished looking over Khaduceth’s leather straps, giving a slight jerk to one line and frowning at it for a moment before nodding. A change in the colouration of the leather made it look weak, but a solid jerk proved it was nothing at all. “These are very good, but you will need to make another set soon. They’re getting small.” That much was given away by the tightening across the brown hide and the lack of excess leather after buckles. Bloody dragonets!

B’jin gave Khaduceth a pat on the shoulder before realising he was patting a brown and jerked his hand back unconsciously. The action turned into a swipe of hand over the top of his braid, tugging on the end before puffing out a sigh. “Mount up, guys,” B’jin instructed his class, an order being issued by the Weyrlingmaster of the class before their own, while the new classes were all paired up with an adult dragon to shuttle their dragonet and young rider.

“Daddy!” Amorandii’s squeal was high pitched, especially in the early morning air, and B’jin’ turned with a slightly surprised expression in time to catch the flying form of his almost-seven year old daughter as she threw herself into his arms. Indamor followed much more placidly, giving his father an apologetic smile at losing the excitable girl. “Mother said she’d take Amorandii, if I can ride with you.” Indamor’s avoidance of his mother’s blue – and all blues, if he could get away with it – was still an unanswered curiosity for B’jin, but he had not bothered to prod the child further on the topic.

“Of course,” B’jin replied, smiling softly as he put Amorandii down and brushed her dress back out, the little girl bouncing over to Talian and throwing herself at him for a hug and a sloppy kiss on his cheek as soon as it was in reach. Khaduceth was given a fearless pat, and was the recipient of another sloppy kiss, before the girl was bounding off once more to find Indamor’s mother and her ride for the day. Indamor waited patiently as Larrikith nuzzled at Ayyonth’s cheek with a lick before trotting back to where B’jin was with his class.

Finished delaying, have we? the green asked cheerfully as Indamor climbed up with dignified practice, and strapped himself on. I believe he will be fine, Shanith. We are going to be leaving now. Your assistance may be needed on the other end, though. First times between can be emotional. While she was speaking, B’jin swung up shortly thereafter, ignoring her comment as he turned his anxious gaze upon the small class he was responsible for. “Alright kids,” B’jin’s voice was low and serious, demanding attention without rising or being threatening. “Larrikith is going to feed your dragons an image, and we will be travelling between on her signal. If you want to arrive alive, stay out of your dragon’s mind, and keep your thoughts to yourself. Hold tight, and try not to piss yourself!” With the last, not quite sarcastic, comment, B’jin instructed Larrikith to take off, the little green actually launching herself traditionally into the air along with many of the others.

Alright! This is where we are going. You all know how to between, and doing so with your rider is no different. Ready? Alright, let’s go! The green vanished between with an anxiously fidgeting B’jin and a quietly watching Indamor.

They arrived half a breath before their entire class made it cleanly through the black nothingness, and B’jin gave a shameless whoop of success as Larrikith spiralled down for a landing.

Sorry it's jerky >> Wanted to get them there so that everyone can relax and mess around more freely =)