02.Mar.12, 10:40 AM
B'jin chuckled quietly as Valerian sagged against him, amused by the younger Harper's reactions to his dragon. All things considered, he was doing remarkably well. B'jin's lips quirked, wondering if he should congratulate Valerian for not pissing his pants as some were wont to do. He decided not to, when the man spoke, and instead settled on snorting his amusement softly into his hair. Extreme was definitely the word for Larrikith, and B'jin shuddered theatrically as he recalled their Weyrling time together. The man had no idea what the universe had been thinking when it aligned he and Larrikith to be a partnered pair. Either it enjoyed watching B'jin suffer, or it enjoyed watching Larrikith make the world at large suffer. Both was liable to be the case.
"Larri, sweetheart, you flew over it," B'jin pointed out softly, amusement just barely tinging his tone as the green gave a start and twitched physically in the air, twisting indelicately to turn and glide down on the beast she'd over flown. Valerian got me side tracked! Larrikith said, her tone lazy. She'd been shifting her focus between B'jin's idle thoughts and those of the ecstatic passenger, delighting in his delight. Since he'd enjoyed the easy going and leisurely glide, she hadn't been paying any attention to the herdbeasts she was meant to be picking up.
Refocusing, she swooped over the beast and grunted as she grasped it with her taloned appendages, wings beating strongly to lift them back up into the air. B'jin, surprised, leaned around Valerian to stare at Larrikith, who was dutifully ignoring him. After a moment, he snorted and sat back. "She likes you," he stated, voice low and deeply amused, before tightening his one armed grip around Valerian's waist. "We're off, in three, two, one!" Flashing into the deep darkness of between B'jin closed his eyes in preparation for the harsh sunlight when they reappeared, and once more loosened his grip on the younger Harper as the golden rays beat at his eyelids.
"Land, love. You get the other two without us. You'll be faster if you wink both ways." B'jin left out the fact that the dragon was already struggling fanatically with the beast she was carrying, as she dropped it in an ungainly and dead heap beside the other two. The little green snorted, but landed as asked and waited quietly while they got off. B'jin undid his own clasps, and slid down easily, before hovering to help Valerian if he needed it. Once the young man was safely on the ground, B'jin unharnessed Larrikith, and the mossy dragon shook the leathers from her, revealing sweat staining. Both harper and dragon grimaced indelicately.
Wonderful, Larrikith groaned irritably, aired to both men. Your brats are earning their dinner tonight! "Better them than I, love." B'jin replied, amused. He was in no mood to wash her; he'd done so just yesterday! Eyes swirling with amusement, Larrikith shook herself out before pushing off lightly into the air. She vanished between barely two wing beats later. B'jin turned to grin at Valerian.
"Ever had to skin a 'beast before?" He might have gotten him out of numbweed collection (Ew!) but apparently that didn't mean B'jin was getting him out of working entirely. Larrikith appeared above them, dropped the forth beast, and vanished, leaving only the dead cow and a wave of cold between in her wake.
"Larri, sweetheart, you flew over it," B'jin pointed out softly, amusement just barely tinging his tone as the green gave a start and twitched physically in the air, twisting indelicately to turn and glide down on the beast she'd over flown. Valerian got me side tracked! Larrikith said, her tone lazy. She'd been shifting her focus between B'jin's idle thoughts and those of the ecstatic passenger, delighting in his delight. Since he'd enjoyed the easy going and leisurely glide, she hadn't been paying any attention to the herdbeasts she was meant to be picking up.
Refocusing, she swooped over the beast and grunted as she grasped it with her taloned appendages, wings beating strongly to lift them back up into the air. B'jin, surprised, leaned around Valerian to stare at Larrikith, who was dutifully ignoring him. After a moment, he snorted and sat back. "She likes you," he stated, voice low and deeply amused, before tightening his one armed grip around Valerian's waist. "We're off, in three, two, one!" Flashing into the deep darkness of between B'jin closed his eyes in preparation for the harsh sunlight when they reappeared, and once more loosened his grip on the younger Harper as the golden rays beat at his eyelids.
"Land, love. You get the other two without us. You'll be faster if you wink both ways." B'jin left out the fact that the dragon was already struggling fanatically with the beast she was carrying, as she dropped it in an ungainly and dead heap beside the other two. The little green snorted, but landed as asked and waited quietly while they got off. B'jin undid his own clasps, and slid down easily, before hovering to help Valerian if he needed it. Once the young man was safely on the ground, B'jin unharnessed Larrikith, and the mossy dragon shook the leathers from her, revealing sweat staining. Both harper and dragon grimaced indelicately.
Wonderful, Larrikith groaned irritably, aired to both men. Your brats are earning their dinner tonight! "Better them than I, love." B'jin replied, amused. He was in no mood to wash her; he'd done so just yesterday! Eyes swirling with amusement, Larrikith shook herself out before pushing off lightly into the air. She vanished between barely two wing beats later. B'jin turned to grin at Valerian.
"Ever had to skin a 'beast before?" He might have gotten him out of numbweed collection (Ew!) but apparently that didn't mean B'jin was getting him out of working entirely. Larrikith appeared above them, dropped the forth beast, and vanished, leaving only the dead cow and a wave of cold between in her wake.