24.Jan.12, 06:16 AM
B'jin was singing. Like all things B'jin did, he was doing it with extreme enthusiasm and absolutely no regard for what the people around him would think of his actions. He was singing alone, without the addition of instrument or back up voices. The song in question was sung with a heartfelt emotion that came from believing every word that was thrumming from deep within his chest, echoing in the crystal summer air as he strode along, eyes blank as he maneuvered without really watching where he was going at all.
If one listened carefully, they would note the alterations of the words the man was singing, as he adjusted the song to better fit the unique situation that was Katila Weyr. He paused at the end of the last word of the third chorus, letting it linger and fade away before launching into the next chorus and entering the dining hall with caution, lest he run into someone unprepared to meet the solid form of a dragonrider - a caution that was well anticipated by the last minute dodging of a weyrbrat as she charged out of the Dining Hall with fists full of sweets. B'jin laughed delightedly in the space between choruses, and winked happily at the child, who returned his grin with a wild, feral expression and then darted away, giggling insanely.
Opening his mouth once more, B'jin settled back into the rhythm of his song, glancing around the Dining Hall with interest to see who the late luncheons were, and his sparkling eyes staying focused on the young man sitting sullenly at a table. He didn't appear to be doing a lot of eating, though he had a full plate, and B'jin's expression turned into playful mischief as he quickly took his gaze away from Talian and focused on the table of mostly-cold once-hot food. Approaching it, he twirled a wooden plate in a manner that probably should have had it falling from his hands to the ground but didn't, and then began to shovel food onto it with gusto. He grabbed a glass of wine, and a mug of Klah, which he somehow managed to balance alongside his full plate of food.
He then made a very direct line to Talian, and sat down on the other side of the table, directly facing the young man, with absolutely no preamble. He smiled sweetly, and set his mug and glass down carefully. He pushed the mug of hot Klah across to Talian, and his expression changed to one of slight bemusement.
"It's good." He promised, still with that odd expression, "Like everything else of any worth here at Katila, it was stolen with little thought for those left behind." His voice was honest, open, and without any sarcasm or cynicism. B'jin simply didn't know how to do either of those. Within moments, his expression was open and bright once more.
"So. Do you like being off the Isle?" he asked happily, filling a fork with food and daintily eating it. B'jin did not shovel his food like an uneducated moron. No matter how moronic the major portion of the Weyr may believe the greenrider to be.
That's why you have me, Larrikith put in cheerfully.
If one listened carefully, they would note the alterations of the words the man was singing, as he adjusted the song to better fit the unique situation that was Katila Weyr. He paused at the end of the last word of the third chorus, letting it linger and fade away before launching into the next chorus and entering the dining hall with caution, lest he run into someone unprepared to meet the solid form of a dragonrider - a caution that was well anticipated by the last minute dodging of a weyrbrat as she charged out of the Dining Hall with fists full of sweets. B'jin laughed delightedly in the space between choruses, and winked happily at the child, who returned his grin with a wild, feral expression and then darted away, giggling insanely.
Opening his mouth once more, B'jin settled back into the rhythm of his song, glancing around the Dining Hall with interest to see who the late luncheons were, and his sparkling eyes staying focused on the young man sitting sullenly at a table. He didn't appear to be doing a lot of eating, though he had a full plate, and B'jin's expression turned into playful mischief as he quickly took his gaze away from Talian and focused on the table of mostly-cold once-hot food. Approaching it, he twirled a wooden plate in a manner that probably should have had it falling from his hands to the ground but didn't, and then began to shovel food onto it with gusto. He grabbed a glass of wine, and a mug of Klah, which he somehow managed to balance alongside his full plate of food.
He then made a very direct line to Talian, and sat down on the other side of the table, directly facing the young man, with absolutely no preamble. He smiled sweetly, and set his mug and glass down carefully. He pushed the mug of hot Klah across to Talian, and his expression changed to one of slight bemusement.
"It's good." He promised, still with that odd expression, "Like everything else of any worth here at Katila, it was stolen with little thought for those left behind." His voice was honest, open, and without any sarcasm or cynicism. B'jin simply didn't know how to do either of those. Within moments, his expression was open and bright once more.
"So. Do you like being off the Isle?" he asked happily, filling a fork with food and daintily eating it. B'jin did not shovel his food like an uneducated moron. No matter how moronic the major portion of the Weyr may believe the greenrider to be.
That's why you have me, Larrikith put in cheerfully.