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21.Jan.12, 12:11 PM
[justify]Benjinamor, better known to the Southern population as B'jin, was not an often seen face within the Healing Hall. In fact, it was such a shock to see the man in their walls, that a couple of people actually went out of their way to do a double take. One girl, so startled she tripped, sent her armload of bedding flying. An amused B'jin had quickly helped her scoop the assorted cloths up, before politely enquiring after the young woman he had brought in to Katila Weyr not so long ago. Receiving instructions on where to find the girl, B'jin had bowed slightly to the flustered woman, and quickly made his way through the halls.
A blind person could have seen how uncomfortable B'jin was in the Healing Hall, as he scuttled along, shoulders hunched and making his lanky 5'9 figure almost halve. His arms were held close to his side, and his eyes darted about warily. While he wasn't actually scare of the Healer Hall itself, he was more than a little worried about running into a pot of numbweed on legs that would hunt him down and coat him in the gooey goodness. Larrikith snorted sleepily from her couch by his hut, but quickly settled back down again, ignoring her riders self-created distress. She'd offered to simply summon the girl to them. But oh no, B'jin would rather sweat it out hunting her down in the Hall, than wait calmly and comfortably by her side for the girl to come to them. Well, if he wanted to torture himself, who was she to say no?
B'jin, as he usually did, ignored his dragon's attitude and input, and continued to concentrate on not ending up a mass of tiny boils by landing head first in a pot of numbweed, which he just knew was hiding somewhere, ready to pounce out and get him. His suspicious lurking, and high-strung nerves, however, was what caused a weyrbrat to just about send him flying through the ceiling when she tapped him on the side. Squealing like a little girl, and turning wide eyes on the child, B'jin stared down at his daughter who stared back up at him in shock. She then burst into tears. Sighing, B'jin picked the four year old up, and hugged her close, reassuring her as he continued his trip along the halls a little more relaxed as he concentrated on the child.
"Mummy on duty here, love?" His daughter nodded her little head, and B'jin smiled. Maybe he'd catch up with the pretty blue rider after he had spoken with Tiani. Smiling happily at the thought of the saucy woman, B'jin shifted Amorandii on his hip, and glanced around, looking for the room the other girl had suggested he look in. Sniffling quietly, Amorandii snuggled closer to her father, and sucked on her thumb, relaxing as she looked around idly. She knew the Healer Hall fairly well, spending a fair amount of her time there with her mother (she had a tendency to fight physically with other children, so rarely went to Crèche. Her parents had no idea why.) and wondered where her father was going, and what he was looking for.
"Now, where could she be?"
"Who?"
"A girl I brought in," B'jin mumbled, peering into a room at random, and lowering his daughter to the ground absently as she wriggled. "Tiani. She's a healer."
Blinking as her feet touched the ground, Amorandii followed her father, thumb still in her mouth, as he searched. After a while, she seemed to grow bored, and headed over to the other side of the room, peering in with wide eyes. She was greeted by the back of a woman, and a blunt question. Tilting her head, Amorandii continued to stare at Tiani's back for a moment longer, before she quietly left the room, and went to get her father. It didn't take her long, but if Tiani had turned, she would have found a completely empty door way.
A moment later, however, the child successfully tugged her father to the doorway, and, grinning, giggled before dashing off down the hall. B'jin frowned at Tiani's back. Larrikith, however, saw potential in every motion, and made her claim upon the most recent: If she credits you with the giggle, I want a child free oiling. B'jin rolled his eyes.
"Good morning, Tiani!" The man's voice, cheerful and upbeat as ever, was almost overly loud in the quiet morning, and relatively deserted region of the Hall. His grin was sincere , however, eyes bright and the expression almost childish in the apparent innocence. He blinked. "How are you faring?" A little more serious now, B'jin's cheerful was toned down a little, but no less apparent. The greenrider did feel a little guilty about snatching her away from her life and family, and he'd seen some of the other new comers go through some really interesting bouts of depression, elation, and well... everything. As such, he was slightly wary of Tiani throwing herself at him in a fit of rage. He did hope. however, that she hadn't yet learned of his allergy to numbweed. If she knew of that, and was angry... B'jin shuddered.
Random is as Random does! Hope it's okay O-o I'm so out of RPing it's not funny![/justify]
A blind person could have seen how uncomfortable B'jin was in the Healing Hall, as he scuttled along, shoulders hunched and making his lanky 5'9 figure almost halve. His arms were held close to his side, and his eyes darted about warily. While he wasn't actually scare of the Healer Hall itself, he was more than a little worried about running into a pot of numbweed on legs that would hunt him down and coat him in the gooey goodness. Larrikith snorted sleepily from her couch by his hut, but quickly settled back down again, ignoring her riders self-created distress. She'd offered to simply summon the girl to them. But oh no, B'jin would rather sweat it out hunting her down in the Hall, than wait calmly and comfortably by her side for the girl to come to them. Well, if he wanted to torture himself, who was she to say no?
B'jin, as he usually did, ignored his dragon's attitude and input, and continued to concentrate on not ending up a mass of tiny boils by landing head first in a pot of numbweed, which he just knew was hiding somewhere, ready to pounce out and get him. His suspicious lurking, and high-strung nerves, however, was what caused a weyrbrat to just about send him flying through the ceiling when she tapped him on the side. Squealing like a little girl, and turning wide eyes on the child, B'jin stared down at his daughter who stared back up at him in shock. She then burst into tears. Sighing, B'jin picked the four year old up, and hugged her close, reassuring her as he continued his trip along the halls a little more relaxed as he concentrated on the child.
"Mummy on duty here, love?" His daughter nodded her little head, and B'jin smiled. Maybe he'd catch up with the pretty blue rider after he had spoken with Tiani. Smiling happily at the thought of the saucy woman, B'jin shifted Amorandii on his hip, and glanced around, looking for the room the other girl had suggested he look in. Sniffling quietly, Amorandii snuggled closer to her father, and sucked on her thumb, relaxing as she looked around idly. She knew the Healer Hall fairly well, spending a fair amount of her time there with her mother (she had a tendency to fight physically with other children, so rarely went to Crèche. Her parents had no idea why.) and wondered where her father was going, and what he was looking for.
"Now, where could she be?"
"Who?"
"A girl I brought in," B'jin mumbled, peering into a room at random, and lowering his daughter to the ground absently as she wriggled. "Tiani. She's a healer."
Blinking as her feet touched the ground, Amorandii followed her father, thumb still in her mouth, as he searched. After a while, she seemed to grow bored, and headed over to the other side of the room, peering in with wide eyes. She was greeted by the back of a woman, and a blunt question. Tilting her head, Amorandii continued to stare at Tiani's back for a moment longer, before she quietly left the room, and went to get her father. It didn't take her long, but if Tiani had turned, she would have found a completely empty door way.
A moment later, however, the child successfully tugged her father to the doorway, and, grinning, giggled before dashing off down the hall. B'jin frowned at Tiani's back. Larrikith, however, saw potential in every motion, and made her claim upon the most recent: If she credits you with the giggle, I want a child free oiling. B'jin rolled his eyes.
"Good morning, Tiani!" The man's voice, cheerful and upbeat as ever, was almost overly loud in the quiet morning, and relatively deserted region of the Hall. His grin was sincere , however, eyes bright and the expression almost childish in the apparent innocence. He blinked. "How are you faring?" A little more serious now, B'jin's cheerful was toned down a little, but no less apparent. The greenrider did feel a little guilty about snatching her away from her life and family, and he'd seen some of the other new comers go through some really interesting bouts of depression, elation, and well... everything. As such, he was slightly wary of Tiani throwing herself at him in a fit of rage. He did hope. however, that she hadn't yet learned of his allergy to numbweed. If she knew of that, and was angry... B'jin shuddered.
Random is as Random does! Hope it's okay O-o I'm so out of RPing it's not funny![/justify]
