17.Mar.13, 08:16 AM
B’jin grinned as he watched the smile transform the young boy’s face, brown eyes sparkling as the child spoke to his dragon, and B’jin rubbed her face gently as Larrikith trilled out a happy laughing sound and blew a breath at Bordtai, obviously thrilled by his response. B’jin, for his part, was simply beyond delighted to see the timid boy open up even that much. He could remember only too well the way the boy had first responded to his presence, and seeing him grin so easily was wonderful.
I would like that! Larrikith chirped, and B’jin shook his head. He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about his dragon eating a firelizard. It wasn’t even because he supposed firelizards were a type of dragon – but because if firelizards were capable of bringing back the plague, wouldn’t eating them be bad for her? As much as he hated Larrikith at times, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted her to die.
How sweet of you, Larrikith responded dryly to B’jin alone, eyeing him thoughtfully as B’jin shrugged. I do not think firelizards are an issue, the little green continued, now including Bordtai in her comments, and I doubt they will hurt us. I agree with Talian’s conclusion. However, and Larrikith was clearly smirking, even if her face wasn’t quite created to house such an expression; her eyes were alive with the expression, and her wings rustled as she shifted them. I hate them, and they taint the minds of humans like a disease. I would enjoy eating them.
Giving the beast a slightly warped look, B’jin shook his head and turned to smile encouragingly at Bordtai. “It’s nice to see someone who is eager to Impress!” B’jin hated being a dragonrider, he had never wanted his dragon, and he couldn’t quite understand the appeal that most Weyrbrats and some rare Stolen saw in the whole deal. But he could encourage those that liked the idea, and he usually brightened considerably when he found one that was actually excited about it. Despite his personal distaste, B’jin had thoroughly enjoyed Searching – the traditional style, not the warped Katilan style – and it was so rare to find someone these days that seemed to thrill in it like they did before.
“What type of dragon do you think you’d like?” The greenrider leaned forward eagerly, smiling excitedly. He wasn’t that interested in the colour – Larrikith would tell him what colour the boy would get (she was just that good!) – rather he was curious about the type of dragon the boy wanted, and he was always eager to hear what happy candidates were anticipating! Personally, B’jin would never wish a green or brown dragon on anyone which only left blue or bronze for the boy in his opinion, anyway. B’jin automatically classed the boy as a future bluerider. He was sweet, and timid enough to be pushed around; B’jin saw bronzeriders as protectors, shields from his rough life as a greenrider. The tiny boy before him was hardly an encouraging figure for future guardianship!
Giving the beast a slightly warped look, B’jin shook his head and turned to smile encouragingly at Bordtai. “It’s nice to see someone who is eager to Impress!” B’jin hated being a dragonrider, he had never wanted his dragon, and he couldn’t quite understand the appeal that most Weyrbrats and some rare Stolen saw in the whole deal. But he could encourage those that liked the idea, and he usually brightened considerably when he found one that was actually excited about it. Despite his personal distaste, B’jin had thoroughly enjoyed Searching – the traditional style, not the warped Katilan style – and it was so rare to find someone these days that seemed to thrill in it like they did before.
“What type of dragon do you think you’d like?” The greenrider leaned forward eagerly, smiling excitedly. He wasn’t that interested in the colour – Larrikith would tell him what colour the boy would get (she was just that good!) – rather he was curious about the type of dragon the boy wanted, and he was always eager to hear what happy candidates were anticipating! Personally, B’jin would never wish a green or brown dragon on anyone which only left blue or bronze for the boy in his opinion, anyway. B’jin automatically classed the boy as a future bluerider. He was sweet, and timid enough to be pushed around; B’jin saw bronzeriders as protectors, shields from his rough life as a greenrider. The tiny boy before him was hardly an encouraging figure for future guardianship!