03.Apr.12, 09:05 AM
The greenrider's response to Valerian's words was a wave of shock, eyes widening dramatically for a moment before his face flushed warmly and he became incredibly interested in the flecks he was picking off his hands. Surprised, but none the less delighted with Valerian's backhanded compliment B'jin didn't reply to the young man. Larrikith's amusement was thick in the air as she wandered closer to the two men and sprawled out on the grass to clean herself of the blood staining her jaw.
I am not obnoxious, Larrikith claimed indignantly, speaking up when B'jin seemed content to remain silent - he was now picking at blades of grass, apparently lost in thought. and I was an amazing hatchling. Her tone was haughty.
"The Weyrleaders got a bit uptight, when she chose me." B'jin murmured, his voice far away as he forgot about previously waving Valerian off the topic of B'jin's history. "When they questioned me - had I been on the sands? Had anyone taken me on the sands? Had I touched an egg? Did anyone ask me to touch an egg? - yada yada, blah blah. Larrikith got very upset and started telling them how many different ways they could shove themselves between." He gave Valerian a dry, sideways look. "Not even a weyrling for a full day and I was already camping under the Red Star."
Kicking his legs out in front of him, B'jin flopped on to his back to stare up at the mostly cloudless sky above them. Weyrlinghood was fun, Larrikith said with conviction, flickering through B'jin's memories before he shoved her aside. The man frowned. "It wasn't weyrlinghood I had issues with. Anyway." Heaving himself back up to sit properly and brushing a hand through his hair, B'jin smiled slightly at Valerian.
"We should probably head back. You've been excused from your chores for today..?" His words ended on a slight question as he looked to his dragon, who gave an affirmative nod to indicate that the message had been relaid to those that needed to hear it. "So yay. Numbweed based chores are the worst." Climbing to his feet, B'jin offered a friendly hand to Valerian. Once the young man was on his feet, B'jin set his brown eyes upon his dragon.
An eyebrow arched and B'jin turned to look Valerian up and down, his features twisting into a distinctly evil scope. "Larrikith says she needs to repay you for some of your comments. I hope your stomach is empty, though you might wanna pee before you climb up." Laughing wickedly, B'jin picked up Larrikith's flying straps and began helping the dragon into them, checking over the straps and clips as he did so. Larrikith kept one devious eye locked on Valerian the entire time.
I am not obnoxious, Larrikith claimed indignantly, speaking up when B'jin seemed content to remain silent - he was now picking at blades of grass, apparently lost in thought. and I was an amazing hatchling. Her tone was haughty.
"The Weyrleaders got a bit uptight, when she chose me." B'jin murmured, his voice far away as he forgot about previously waving Valerian off the topic of B'jin's history. "When they questioned me - had I been on the sands? Had anyone taken me on the sands? Had I touched an egg? Did anyone ask me to touch an egg? - yada yada, blah blah. Larrikith got very upset and started telling them how many different ways they could shove themselves between." He gave Valerian a dry, sideways look. "Not even a weyrling for a full day and I was already camping under the Red Star."
Kicking his legs out in front of him, B'jin flopped on to his back to stare up at the mostly cloudless sky above them. Weyrlinghood was fun, Larrikith said with conviction, flickering through B'jin's memories before he shoved her aside. The man frowned. "It wasn't weyrlinghood I had issues with. Anyway." Heaving himself back up to sit properly and brushing a hand through his hair, B'jin smiled slightly at Valerian.
"We should probably head back. You've been excused from your chores for today..?" His words ended on a slight question as he looked to his dragon, who gave an affirmative nod to indicate that the message had been relaid to those that needed to hear it. "So yay. Numbweed based chores are the worst." Climbing to his feet, B'jin offered a friendly hand to Valerian. Once the young man was on his feet, B'jin set his brown eyes upon his dragon.
An eyebrow arched and B'jin turned to look Valerian up and down, his features twisting into a distinctly evil scope. "Larrikith says she needs to repay you for some of your comments. I hope your stomach is empty, though you might wanna pee before you climb up." Laughing wickedly, B'jin picked up Larrikith's flying straps and began helping the dragon into them, checking over the straps and clips as he did so. Larrikith kept one devious eye locked on Valerian the entire time.