21.Jan.18, 06:25 AM
B’jin snorted softly. “Even if she got the full message, she didn’t deign to share it.” He responded, shrugging slightly and throwing a dirty look in the direction of the weyr ledge where Larrikith was lounging, laughingly ignoring her rider. “Unsurprisingly.” The greenrider rolled his eyes and shrugged again, not really worried overall. His curiosity was sated as Z’rin indicated why he had come by, and B’jin’s eyebrows arched up curiously at the letter, and his expression brightened noticeably at the item that had made its way to him from V’ler. He was slightly amused that his fellow Harper hadn’t waited until B’jin delivered Indivara’s next manuscript, but he was pleased and excited to see what V’ler had come up with.
“Not at all,” B’jin reassured with a smile, bright eyes curiously locked on the two items that had been wiggled but not handed over. His gaze lifted to meet Z’rin’s, and his smile warmed up, and he indicated the younger man should follow him over to a couple of comfortable chairs with a medium sized coffee table sitting in the middle. While they didn’t often have friends into the weyr (most likely R’nd’s respect for B’jin’s need of privacy) some few friends were invited over and the area got used enough to have a comfortable and inviting air to it. “Sharing sounds good,” he grinned.
“Would you like a drink? There is wine around here somewhere.” B’jin ambled off, leaving Z’rin without waiting for the young man’s answer. He dug up a skin of good Benden wine – B’jin loved being North again! – and secured a couple of wine glasses that were kept in the room for when he wasn’t drunk enough to drink directly from the skin… Benden wine deserved better treatment than that, anyway. Smiling again, the greenrider made his way back and poured the two glasses, handing one over to Z’rin. “Benden! From before the Plague.” Still smiling, he settled down in his usual seat and stole a treat from the plate.
“May I have the papers?” The curiosity was killing him.
“Not at all,” B’jin reassured with a smile, bright eyes curiously locked on the two items that had been wiggled but not handed over. His gaze lifted to meet Z’rin’s, and his smile warmed up, and he indicated the younger man should follow him over to a couple of comfortable chairs with a medium sized coffee table sitting in the middle. While they didn’t often have friends into the weyr (most likely R’nd’s respect for B’jin’s need of privacy) some few friends were invited over and the area got used enough to have a comfortable and inviting air to it. “Sharing sounds good,” he grinned.
“Would you like a drink? There is wine around here somewhere.” B’jin ambled off, leaving Z’rin without waiting for the young man’s answer. He dug up a skin of good Benden wine – B’jin loved being North again! – and secured a couple of wine glasses that were kept in the room for when he wasn’t drunk enough to drink directly from the skin… Benden wine deserved better treatment than that, anyway. Smiling again, the greenrider made his way back and poured the two glasses, handing one over to Z’rin. “Benden! From before the Plague.” Still smiling, he settled down in his usual seat and stole a treat from the plate.
“May I have the papers?” The curiosity was killing him.