16.May.12, 09:02 PM
B'jin had been less than amused by his allocated chores, and not because he was being told to play in a room full of children. He could handle that, thrive on it even. B'jin loved kids, especially his own, and being thrown into the Creche for work was hardly a bother. What bothered him were his companions. Some of them were easy enough to ignore, or get along with. Mostly, he ignored them though E'lore was spoken to politely if distantly. B'jin didn't mind the woman, but brownriders as a rule gave him the shivers. It was better to simply keep his distance. It was more the fact that he felt he had been thrown like a piece of meat out to suffer in Threadfall without his dragon. D'ren, for some reason he couldn't fathom, had decided that S'kef, his bitch and N'gelt would make a good group to throw in a room of children. And a greenrider who was liable to be chewed up and spat out.
The greenrider had enjoyed the first month, where most of his shifts clashed with that of N'gelt and J'ver, and S'kef was still dying in his hospital bed. B'jin hadn't been quite optimistic enough to hope it would last, and so he had been less than surprised when S'kef began filtering back into the daily life at Katila. Unfortunately for B'jin, that had meant the man was undergoing his chores as well, and it had been suspiciously short time before their shifts collided. He wouldn't have put it past the brownrider to manipulate it so they worked together, but he had been mollified by the lack of interest the demoted Second had displayed in him. So long as he kept to the opposite side of the room, B'jin had found he had little to put up with but the occasional lingering glance. It still made his blood run cold, but at least he hadn't been near him.
Smiling pleasantly as he wandered up the Hall toward the Creche room, B'jin's arms were loaded up with the small body of his five turn old daughter, who was playing with the neckline of his shirt while she told him all the wonderful things she wanted for her birthday. Pretty dresses, ribbons, sweets, a firelizard (find me one, Daddy!), stuffed toys. B'jin was getting a long list and wasn't the slightest bit phased by it. Navigating around a Rider and her own armload of brats, B'jin entered the creche room he'd been assigned to that day, and looked up curiously to see with whom he'd be working. His step faltered slightly when he saw S'kef, looking far too pleased as he sat by himself, and B'jin felt his stomach churn unhappily. Imorandii's babbling continued, however, and he tore his gaze from the brownrider to focus on the ecstatic child.
"Anything else," B'jin murmured quietly as he beelined for the opposite side of the room to that which S'kef was occupying, dodging children as he went. Reaching it, the greenrider collapsed onto the floor and allowed his daughter to rearrange herself in his lap, huge blue eyes staring up at him with determination. Both of B'jin's eyebrows arched and a smile flicked over his lips. This would be good! "I want to paint Larrikith!"
The greenrider burst into laughter, while the little girl peered up at him with an indignant pout and Larrikith filled his head with objections and excuses.
The greenrider had enjoyed the first month, where most of his shifts clashed with that of N'gelt and J'ver, and S'kef was still dying in his hospital bed. B'jin hadn't been quite optimistic enough to hope it would last, and so he had been less than surprised when S'kef began filtering back into the daily life at Katila. Unfortunately for B'jin, that had meant the man was undergoing his chores as well, and it had been suspiciously short time before their shifts collided. He wouldn't have put it past the brownrider to manipulate it so they worked together, but he had been mollified by the lack of interest the demoted Second had displayed in him. So long as he kept to the opposite side of the room, B'jin had found he had little to put up with but the occasional lingering glance. It still made his blood run cold, but at least he hadn't been near him.
Smiling pleasantly as he wandered up the Hall toward the Creche room, B'jin's arms were loaded up with the small body of his five turn old daughter, who was playing with the neckline of his shirt while she told him all the wonderful things she wanted for her birthday. Pretty dresses, ribbons, sweets, a firelizard (find me one, Daddy!), stuffed toys. B'jin was getting a long list and wasn't the slightest bit phased by it. Navigating around a Rider and her own armload of brats, B'jin entered the creche room he'd been assigned to that day, and looked up curiously to see with whom he'd be working. His step faltered slightly when he saw S'kef, looking far too pleased as he sat by himself, and B'jin felt his stomach churn unhappily. Imorandii's babbling continued, however, and he tore his gaze from the brownrider to focus on the ecstatic child.
"Anything else," B'jin murmured quietly as he beelined for the opposite side of the room to that which S'kef was occupying, dodging children as he went. Reaching it, the greenrider collapsed onto the floor and allowed his daughter to rearrange herself in his lap, huge blue eyes staring up at him with determination. Both of B'jin's eyebrows arched and a smile flicked over his lips. This would be good! "I want to paint Larrikith!"
The greenrider burst into laughter, while the little girl peered up at him with an indignant pout and Larrikith filled his head with objections and excuses.