19.Feb.13, 07:14 AM
B’jin watched the youngster settle himself down, the greenrider relaxed and at ease; he hadn’t always been inclined toward teaching, but his time as a Journeyman had developed both his ability and his desire to teach others, and the time he’d spent with the youth of Katila, particularly when he was shacked up with Par’a, had only furthered his desire to teach the youngsters of the Weyr the basics of reading, writing and numbers though the latter were far from B’jin’s strong point.
The greenrider’s curiosity was peaked when Bordtai began speaking, head tilting slightly as Larrikith popped back from between and landed, trotting over and curling up behind B’jin in as non-threatening manner she could, not wanting to frighten off the youngster (some of them were so easily spooked!) and curled around to rest the end of her nose in B’jin’s lap, the man petting her lightly and without much thought. “Ahh,” B’jin murmured, nodding slightly as one of Larrikith’s eyes flickered open to peer at Bordtai with a slowly swirling rainbow of blues and greens.
“Weyrleader D’ren,” S’kef be fucked, D’ren was the Weyrleader, and B’jin didn’t care who heard him refer to the bronzerider as such. S’kef was full of himself, and had terrorised the rest of the weyr into trotting along in his shadow. B’jin didn’t care; D’ren was his Weyrleader and that was that! “Said that the firelizards were no threat,” though the statement was said with a frown, it was obvious that B’jin was inclined to believe the other man, though just as obvious he was not happy about the stance he had taken on it.
“Talian, also, has assured me that the little bastards won’t cause any harm.” B’jin had never been fond of the firelizards, and had been less than pleased to see them return, plague or no plague! The bloody things were a nuisance and the whole planet had been better off without them. He didn’t even know why the still had the bloody things. They had the dragons! What did they need the midget wannabe’s for?
I bet they taste delicious, Larrikith input slyly, her voice reaching out gently to Bordtai. We could serve them as a delicacy. B’jin gave a snort of amusement, and rubbed the dragon’s eyeridge affectionately.
“I hardly think that would go down well, love.”
Firelizard eggs on toast. Doesn’t that sound delicious?
The greenrider’s curiosity was peaked when Bordtai began speaking, head tilting slightly as Larrikith popped back from between and landed, trotting over and curling up behind B’jin in as non-threatening manner she could, not wanting to frighten off the youngster (some of them were so easily spooked!) and curled around to rest the end of her nose in B’jin’s lap, the man petting her lightly and without much thought. “Ahh,” B’jin murmured, nodding slightly as one of Larrikith’s eyes flickered open to peer at Bordtai with a slowly swirling rainbow of blues and greens.
“Weyrleader D’ren,” S’kef be fucked, D’ren was the Weyrleader, and B’jin didn’t care who heard him refer to the bronzerider as such. S’kef was full of himself, and had terrorised the rest of the weyr into trotting along in his shadow. B’jin didn’t care; D’ren was his Weyrleader and that was that! “Said that the firelizards were no threat,” though the statement was said with a frown, it was obvious that B’jin was inclined to believe the other man, though just as obvious he was not happy about the stance he had taken on it.
“Talian, also, has assured me that the little bastards won’t cause any harm.” B’jin had never been fond of the firelizards, and had been less than pleased to see them return, plague or no plague! The bloody things were a nuisance and the whole planet had been better off without them. He didn’t even know why the still had the bloody things. They had the dragons! What did they need the midget wannabe’s for?
“I hardly think that would go down well, love.”