10.Jun.12, 09:39 AM
B'jin was as shocked as Par'a by Jazira's apparent lack of knowledge about his lashing. There had been fliers all around the Weyr for seven days before hand, and just about the entire Weyr had shuffled out to see it occur. B'jin's nose scrunched at the memories and he shivered slightly. B'jin was not a fan of lashings! His previous experiences with them had left him ill prepared for the fury with which S'kef had delivered the twenty he had been assigned. He hadn't expected D'ren to hand out twenty, either. Five, maybe ten. Fifteen, max! But twenty! B'jin felt a shudder crawl down his spine and he tossed the memory aside, not wishing to dwell upon it.
"Wouldn't you like to know," B'jin teased, winking playfully at Par'a as she licked her fingers. A playful eyebrow wiggle was given just moments before Grith's screech echoed through the hall, and B'jin's brown eyes widened dramatically as he sought out Par'a's own. His features contorted into an unhappy frown as he watched Par'a dash off to take care of the green. B'jin grimaced unhappily as the woman screeched back at the distressed dragon, watching as she took her dragon and left. "Oh dear." B'jin murmured, none too happy with that particular turn of events. Poor Par'a.
Turning his attention back to the table he was sitting on, B'jin blinked at the leather and pieces he had sprawled around him. A quick flick of glance was shot at Jazira, then he ignored her as his attention was once more focused on the making of riding straps for Larrikith.
[sup]Haha, Kick. You're kinda meant to drop in, stay for a few posts, and then have your character leave xD.
NEXT! :D[/sup]
"Wouldn't you like to know," B'jin teased, winking playfully at Par'a as she licked her fingers. A playful eyebrow wiggle was given just moments before Grith's screech echoed through the hall, and B'jin's brown eyes widened dramatically as he sought out Par'a's own. His features contorted into an unhappy frown as he watched Par'a dash off to take care of the green. B'jin grimaced unhappily as the woman screeched back at the distressed dragon, watching as she took her dragon and left. "Oh dear." B'jin murmured, none too happy with that particular turn of events. Poor Par'a.
Turning his attention back to the table he was sitting on, B'jin blinked at the leather and pieces he had sprawled around him. A quick flick of glance was shot at Jazira, then he ignored her as his attention was once more focused on the making of riding straps for Larrikith.
[sup]Haha, Kick. You're kinda meant to drop in, stay for a few posts, and then have your character leave xD.
NEXT! :D[/sup]