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22.Jan.18, 12:53 AM
“Quite probably,” he smiled, mind rather distracted by the probable evening he’d spend teasing R’nd and cheering on his sister when she stirred up his lover. He always enjoyed spending time around the spunky and beautiful woman, and particularly loved how well she manipulated her baby brother. B’jin would never dream of copying her methods, but then, he had his own ways of making the bluerider squirm.
B’jin raised his eyebrows in surprise, brown eyes wide as he met Z’rin’s gaze. “Really?” He knew that N’mor was a good kid, and he’d seen the solid relationships he built with his fellow bronzerider T’ryn as well as his sturdy big-brother-attitude when it came to looking after Amorandii. But N’mor had always had issues with bluerider, and B’jin was startled that he’d actively spent time with someone he wasn’t forced into being around. He’d been hard pressed to get N’mor to socialise with the blueriders in his weyrling group, let alone someone who had Impressed in a different group. “That’s… unusual.” He murmured, now frowning. Maybe the boy was growing up.
“Aah,” he smirked, raising his glass for a sip when Z’rin shared N’mor’s plans. That would certainly explain his socialising with a bluerider. “Can’t be a Weyrleader with a bias against blues,” he mumbled, shaking his head. He looked up to meet Z’rin’s gaze again. “He is not fond of blueriders, though he has never deigned to explain why.” Something that had been quite painful when he was younger, though B’jin didn’t share that. It hadn’t been long before the boy was living with his greenrider father, instead of the blueriding mother he seemed to be terrified of. B’jin never had managed to find out if it was his mother herself, or the dragon, that had so tortured the child. Whatever had happened had left a mark on the boy, though B’jin was proud to hear he was making an effort to change his ways.
A smile lit up B’jin’s face as he recalled a previous comment, and it morphed into a smirk. “That seems to be a familiar opinion,” he sniggered, not bothering to mask his amusement. N’mor had been an unusually serious child, and he certainly seemed to delight in staring at R’nd until the man squirmed and managed to flee, but B’jin was also well aware of how bright and outgoing he could be, too! Strapping Larrikith up by himself and going flying while B’jin was still asleep (traitorous dragon!) and pulling pranks, giving warm hugs, and enjoying being told stories at bedtime. B’jin pouted. “I miss when they were little,” he confessed. Even Amorandii was no longer a child, as she was going to balls and events with her aunt in fancy dresses and proper ladylike attire. B’jin was incredibly proud of them both, but why did they have to grow up?!
B’jin raised his eyebrows in surprise, brown eyes wide as he met Z’rin’s gaze. “Really?” He knew that N’mor was a good kid, and he’d seen the solid relationships he built with his fellow bronzerider T’ryn as well as his sturdy big-brother-attitude when it came to looking after Amorandii. But N’mor had always had issues with bluerider, and B’jin was startled that he’d actively spent time with someone he wasn’t forced into being around. He’d been hard pressed to get N’mor to socialise with the blueriders in his weyrling group, let alone someone who had Impressed in a different group. “That’s… unusual.” He murmured, now frowning. Maybe the boy was growing up.
“Aah,” he smirked, raising his glass for a sip when Z’rin shared N’mor’s plans. That would certainly explain his socialising with a bluerider. “Can’t be a Weyrleader with a bias against blues,” he mumbled, shaking his head. He looked up to meet Z’rin’s gaze again. “He is not fond of blueriders, though he has never deigned to explain why.” Something that had been quite painful when he was younger, though B’jin didn’t share that. It hadn’t been long before the boy was living with his greenrider father, instead of the blueriding mother he seemed to be terrified of. B’jin never had managed to find out if it was his mother herself, or the dragon, that had so tortured the child. Whatever had happened had left a mark on the boy, though B’jin was proud to hear he was making an effort to change his ways.
A smile lit up B’jin’s face as he recalled a previous comment, and it morphed into a smirk. “That seems to be a familiar opinion,” he sniggered, not bothering to mask his amusement. N’mor had been an unusually serious child, and he certainly seemed to delight in staring at R’nd until the man squirmed and managed to flee, but B’jin was also well aware of how bright and outgoing he could be, too! Strapping Larrikith up by himself and going flying while B’jin was still asleep (traitorous dragon!) and pulling pranks, giving warm hugs, and enjoying being told stories at bedtime. B’jin pouted. “I miss when they were little,” he confessed. Even Amorandii was no longer a child, as she was going to balls and events with her aunt in fancy dresses and proper ladylike attire. B’jin was incredibly proud of them both, but why did they have to grow up?!
