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21.Feb.12, 08:45 AM
Kerrin's expression softened slightly at the mention of Ayyonth's concern for him, though in reality the weyrbrat knew he likely should have been even more annoyed at the insinuation that R'nd wouldn't have cared enough to stick around if it weren't for his troublesome blue. Still, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of affection for the dragon that swum leisurely about the lake. Somehow Ayyonth had in the very short time since his hatching become as much of his friend and brother as R'nd was - perhaps a better and more loyal one, in fact, for the dragon's rider seemed more liable at the moment to jump into the lake himself and never come back up rather than elaborate any further the very subject he'd dredged up. It wasn't like Kerrin had even wanted to talk about it! He would have been plenty happy just slapping R'nd upside the head one more time and telling him to get a sharding grip before he embarrassed himself in front of everyone.
Instead, for reasons that remained completely beyond the grasp of Kerrin's comprehension, he was standing here listening to the bluerider go on and on about... Faranth only knew what, but for some reason hearing R'nd explain in detail all of his complicated feelings for B'jin of all people made the weyrbrat's stomach go sour. It was a feeling he absolutely hated, because he couldn't remember experiencing it any other time the older man had gotten tangled up in a flight, just as R'nd had pointed out. To get so upset over something so simple made him feel childish and petty and stupid, and for all the weyrbrat had done to earn those nicknames at various points in his young life, he never liked feeling like any of those things.
"I guess," Kerrin muttered lamely in reply to his friend's apparently difficult confession, and for a good while it seemed as if all R'nd had earned for his troubles was the boy's nose scrunching up as if just hearing the word infatuation in conjunction with B'jin had left a horrible taste in his mouth. Or was it really the greenrider that was the problem, here? When he now stopped to consider it, just the thought of R'nd making those goo-goo eyes at anyone was enough to leave him flooded with irritation once again. R'nd, after all, was the quintessential randy bluerider: gorgeous, sexy, confident, and attached to no one. If rumors were anything to go by - and at Katila they always were - then the man's affections were as ephemeral as flightlust, sending him drifting in and out of weyrfolks' lives and beds with little more to show for his visits than a set of rumpled furs and a cheeky grin the next day. And, well, maybe a few kids; Kerrin wasn't so naive as to think that absolutely none of those little blonde brats toddling about the Weyr belonged to his friend, no matter how vehemently R'nd denied paternity of any of them.
Regardless, or perhaps thanks to that healthy sense of denial in and of itself, one could easily say that the bluerider's longest lasting and most significant relationship was with... well, Kerrin himself. Certainly not some sharding middle-aged greenrider who hardly spoke to him!
Feeling suddenly overcome with frustration, the weyrbrat thrust his hands into his hair, pushing the still-wet locks away from his forehead with a restless growl and a fierce, "What about me?!" He froze the instant the words had tumbled from his lips, hardly daring to breathe. He did not elaborate. Partly because he wasn't exactly sure what he'd meant to say himself... but mostly because what that little outburst had sounded like was exactly the sort of thing that sent R'nd hightailing it out of peoples' lives faster than a dragon could go between.
Instead, for reasons that remained completely beyond the grasp of Kerrin's comprehension, he was standing here listening to the bluerider go on and on about... Faranth only knew what, but for some reason hearing R'nd explain in detail all of his complicated feelings for B'jin of all people made the weyrbrat's stomach go sour. It was a feeling he absolutely hated, because he couldn't remember experiencing it any other time the older man had gotten tangled up in a flight, just as R'nd had pointed out. To get so upset over something so simple made him feel childish and petty and stupid, and for all the weyrbrat had done to earn those nicknames at various points in his young life, he never liked feeling like any of those things.
"I guess," Kerrin muttered lamely in reply to his friend's apparently difficult confession, and for a good while it seemed as if all R'nd had earned for his troubles was the boy's nose scrunching up as if just hearing the word infatuation in conjunction with B'jin had left a horrible taste in his mouth. Or was it really the greenrider that was the problem, here? When he now stopped to consider it, just the thought of R'nd making those goo-goo eyes at anyone was enough to leave him flooded with irritation once again. R'nd, after all, was the quintessential randy bluerider: gorgeous, sexy, confident, and attached to no one. If rumors were anything to go by - and at Katila they always were - then the man's affections were as ephemeral as flightlust, sending him drifting in and out of weyrfolks' lives and beds with little more to show for his visits than a set of rumpled furs and a cheeky grin the next day. And, well, maybe a few kids; Kerrin wasn't so naive as to think that absolutely none of those little blonde brats toddling about the Weyr belonged to his friend, no matter how vehemently R'nd denied paternity of any of them.
Regardless, or perhaps thanks to that healthy sense of denial in and of itself, one could easily say that the bluerider's longest lasting and most significant relationship was with... well, Kerrin himself. Certainly not some sharding middle-aged greenrider who hardly spoke to him!
Feeling suddenly overcome with frustration, the weyrbrat thrust his hands into his hair, pushing the still-wet locks away from his forehead with a restless growl and a fierce, "What about me?!" He froze the instant the words had tumbled from his lips, hardly daring to breathe. He did not elaborate. Partly because he wasn't exactly sure what he'd meant to say himself... but mostly because what that little outburst had sounded like was exactly the sort of thing that sent R'nd hightailing it out of peoples' lives faster than a dragon could go between.
