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16.Aug.13, 03:40 PM
17.03.234 AL
A tremblingly wave washed over B'jin, the greenrider's shoulders prickling and he rolled his shoulders with a scowl, tapping papers together on his desk as the last of his weyrlings left the room and made their way off to occupy their day. They were growing very well, and B'jin was very proud of them. Soon, he would start their in-air wing lessons, but for now he was trying to get them to remember the simpler formations while they were in the ground. Some were doing better than others. He skin prickled again, and B'jin rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, left hand occupied with a quill as he made a quick note on his teachers record. He was not looking forward to talking with S'kef about integrating his weyrlings into the main wings, and while he knew he could put it off for another couple of months, B'jin also knew it was something looming - unavoidable - in the future.
Flopping into his seat, B'jin pushed his notes aside and waved off one of his assistants as they dropped a pile of work on the corner of the desk before nodding and leaving. He wasn't in the mood for idle conversation with the ther greenrider, and missed the knowing look the man gave him. Grumbling under his breath, B'jin tugged the ties at his neck loose and then folded his hands together, elbows resting in the table, and rested his forehead against them. Where is R'nd? he could go for some decent company, and his tone to Larrikith was whinier and grumpier than he picked up on.Somewhere, the green dragon purred back, unfazed and B'jin grumbled more. He felt all hot and uncomfortable.
Standing up suddenly, the chair skidding on the flooring, B'jin strode towards the door, folding his shirt sleevs up to his elbows as he went, and then tugging the fold up above the joint. The loose ties at the neck line were tugged at absently as he slipped out the door and yanked it shut behind him. The building was exited, long since emptied by his class, and B'jin paused as he stepped out into the very slight breeze. It was hardly cool, but it felt as such on his clammy skin, and B'jin paused for several moments, face lifted into the breeze and eyes closed.
While he had been planning on heading over to take a bath, B'jin's plans changed, and he swung unexpectedly in the direction of the river, marching with swift steps down towards the water. It was the perfect weather for a swim, right? He felt Larrikith stir lazily in the back of his mind, and her vague agreement. The indication that she'd join him was met with a placid feeling of pleasure, before the green dragon was winging over head, more shadow dropping to cover B'jin and shelter him from the evening sunshine. His shoulders prickled again, and he rolled them fluidly. A swim would fix that, too. He felt like there were a million little feet trampling all over his back.
B'jin stopped when he reached the edge if the river, vaguely realising that other people were present and he didn't want to share space with anyone. Larrikith circled over head, and he could feel her disappointment. B'jin wavered for a few moments before turning and walking down the embankment, and in the direction if the lake. They were a terribly long way from it, but the greenrider knew he could walk for a while, and end up being left alone. His left hand returned to tugging at the ties across his chest; he felt so hot and uncomfortable and the desire to splash into the water was almost overwhelming, but the desire to be away from everyone else was stronger.
He walked for quite a while, lost in a daze and occasionally tripping, sometime over nothing and sometimes over things that really were there. He was, however, entirety oblivious. He paused, once, long enough to tug the shirt off finally. Pulling it over the top of his head and dropping it, not even watching nor caring as it floated to the ground and he marched onwards without a backwards glance, leaving the clean white material to sit in the shrubbery. Now-bare shoulder rolled once again, the greenrider almost entirely unaware of any tugging caused by the healed scarring left there. Talian had, of course, done a masterful job and while B'jin's back looked like a faded mess, there was incredibly little deeper damage left permanently.
"Larrikith," B'jin purred his dragon's name huskily as he caught up with her finally, the dark mossy green dragon perched, muscles coiled tightly as she waited in a small cove beside the river for her rider. B'jin, oblivious as ever, completely missed the gentle glow the green had to her hide, or the purple-eske colours of lust glittering in her eyes. He reached his dragon in silence, pressing against her neck and burying his face in the soft green hide. The little green curled around him, wings extending slightly. The hiss of warning she released suddenly startled B'jin terribly, and he jumped, turning his body so he was still pressed into his dragon but so he could stare over at the other rider that had joined them.
Quiet brown eyes studied the other man, expression sultry but withdrawn. B'jin shifted, moving so he was standing beside Larrikirth's head, his left hand resting gently on her right cheek, fingers splayed and light. The dragon shifted her own stance, though her head never moved at all, so she was standing up. Her wings spread slightly, overshadowing B'jin as she poised to flee. Or fight. "This spot's taken," B'jin whispered, his voie thick with Larrikirth's impending lust, and brown eyes traveling over his unexpected companion without shame. "That's mine," he added, as brown eyes lifted from examining legs and crotch, to the shirt being held. His gaze lingered for a few moments, before finally rising slowly over stomach and chest to meet eyes.
A tremblingly wave washed over B'jin, the greenrider's shoulders prickling and he rolled his shoulders with a scowl, tapping papers together on his desk as the last of his weyrlings left the room and made their way off to occupy their day. They were growing very well, and B'jin was very proud of them. Soon, he would start their in-air wing lessons, but for now he was trying to get them to remember the simpler formations while they were in the ground. Some were doing better than others. He skin prickled again, and B'jin rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, left hand occupied with a quill as he made a quick note on his teachers record. He was not looking forward to talking with S'kef about integrating his weyrlings into the main wings, and while he knew he could put it off for another couple of months, B'jin also knew it was something looming - unavoidable - in the future.
Flopping into his seat, B'jin pushed his notes aside and waved off one of his assistants as they dropped a pile of work on the corner of the desk before nodding and leaving. He wasn't in the mood for idle conversation with the ther greenrider, and missed the knowing look the man gave him. Grumbling under his breath, B'jin tugged the ties at his neck loose and then folded his hands together, elbows resting in the table, and rested his forehead against them. Where is R'nd? he could go for some decent company, and his tone to Larrikith was whinier and grumpier than he picked up on.
Standing up suddenly, the chair skidding on the flooring, B'jin strode towards the door, folding his shirt sleevs up to his elbows as he went, and then tugging the fold up above the joint. The loose ties at the neck line were tugged at absently as he slipped out the door and yanked it shut behind him. The building was exited, long since emptied by his class, and B'jin paused as he stepped out into the very slight breeze. It was hardly cool, but it felt as such on his clammy skin, and B'jin paused for several moments, face lifted into the breeze and eyes closed.
While he had been planning on heading over to take a bath, B'jin's plans changed, and he swung unexpectedly in the direction of the river, marching with swift steps down towards the water. It was the perfect weather for a swim, right? He felt Larrikith stir lazily in the back of his mind, and her vague agreement. The indication that she'd join him was met with a placid feeling of pleasure, before the green dragon was winging over head, more shadow dropping to cover B'jin and shelter him from the evening sunshine. His shoulders prickled again, and he rolled them fluidly. A swim would fix that, too. He felt like there were a million little feet trampling all over his back.
B'jin stopped when he reached the edge if the river, vaguely realising that other people were present and he didn't want to share space with anyone. Larrikith circled over head, and he could feel her disappointment. B'jin wavered for a few moments before turning and walking down the embankment, and in the direction if the lake. They were a terribly long way from it, but the greenrider knew he could walk for a while, and end up being left alone. His left hand returned to tugging at the ties across his chest; he felt so hot and uncomfortable and the desire to splash into the water was almost overwhelming, but the desire to be away from everyone else was stronger.
He walked for quite a while, lost in a daze and occasionally tripping, sometime over nothing and sometimes over things that really were there. He was, however, entirety oblivious. He paused, once, long enough to tug the shirt off finally. Pulling it over the top of his head and dropping it, not even watching nor caring as it floated to the ground and he marched onwards without a backwards glance, leaving the clean white material to sit in the shrubbery. Now-bare shoulder rolled once again, the greenrider almost entirely unaware of any tugging caused by the healed scarring left there. Talian had, of course, done a masterful job and while B'jin's back looked like a faded mess, there was incredibly little deeper damage left permanently.
"Larrikith," B'jin purred his dragon's name huskily as he caught up with her finally, the dark mossy green dragon perched, muscles coiled tightly as she waited in a small cove beside the river for her rider. B'jin, oblivious as ever, completely missed the gentle glow the green had to her hide, or the purple-eske colours of lust glittering in her eyes. He reached his dragon in silence, pressing against her neck and burying his face in the soft green hide. The little green curled around him, wings extending slightly. The hiss of warning she released suddenly startled B'jin terribly, and he jumped, turning his body so he was still pressed into his dragon but so he could stare over at the other rider that had joined them.
Quiet brown eyes studied the other man, expression sultry but withdrawn. B'jin shifted, moving so he was standing beside Larrikirth's head, his left hand resting gently on her right cheek, fingers splayed and light. The dragon shifted her own stance, though her head never moved at all, so she was standing up. Her wings spread slightly, overshadowing B'jin as she poised to flee. Or fight. "This spot's taken," B'jin whispered, his voie thick with Larrikirth's impending lust, and brown eyes traveling over his unexpected companion without shame. "That's mine," he added, as brown eyes lifted from examining legs and crotch, to the shirt being held. His gaze lingered for a few moments, before finally rising slowly over stomach and chest to meet eyes.
