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16.Sep.12, 08:22 AM
He knew he should be walking it off, like R'nya said. But B'jin didn't care. The moment the bronzerider called for a halt, B'jin collapsed where he'd stumbled to a stop, flinging both arms over his burning face. The greenrider was dying, and though he was still managing to process his breathing in a manner that was paying off, his side was on fire with a stitch and every Faranth sharding muscle in his body was burning.
A light kick to his thigh from another greenrider had B'jin lower one arm just barely to stare up balefully at the other man. A jerk of the other greenrider's head had B'jin groaning and struggling back to his feet, staggering over to the group and slumping inelegantly at R'nd's feet. Protocol could be damned. His face was burning, but the greenrider was currently too wrapped up in his own misery to make a big deal about the fact that he was mortified. He'd be mortified later. When he could function again. That'd probably be in about six decades.
B'jin leaned his head back against R'nd's thighs, staring with exhausted, depressed eyes up at R'nya as their Wingleader told them everything they'd done wrong. B'jin didn't say a word as the bronzerider went off on his tangent of All Things Done Wrong, but the greenrider did shrink in on himself when Weyrmates were brought up, partly out of horror as the assumed status of himself and R'nd being pointed out, and partly because he knew R'nd hadn't done badly - he had, and while they knew they weren't weyrmated, everyone else thought they were, and that meant everyone else would think badly of his friend, because B'jin was so damned useless.
The next line B'jin picked up on had him shrinking further in on himself - stupidity? Laziness? Insubordination? Was D'ren trying to get him dropped between? While B'jin wasn't actually stupid - far from it, in fact, he was incredibly intelligent - the greenrider was certainly lazy and thoroughly enjoyed pressing the buttons of his superiors. A soft groan escaped as a breathy sigh and he tilted his head back, peering up at R'nd from under his mop of far too long, disgustingly damp hair with a pathetically sad expression.
Larri? B'jin's attention flashed solidly to his dragon, frowning as the green dragon gave a hiss of displeasure and promptly landed again, puffed up indignantly as she glared hotly up at Xyreith. Bastard! Larrikith hissed to B'jin alone, still glaring up at Xyreith. The unasked question from her rider was answered in the same hissing outrage from her mind voice. He's making me practice take off! B'jin's lips pursed as he fought the sudden desire to laugh, a desire that only intensified as Larrikith started throwing insults at him. Serves you right. B'jin returned smugly, returning his attention to R'nya... in time for S'kef to take the centre stage.
'Individual evaluations and skill assessment'... that sounded like pure torture. Which, coming from S'kef, was undoubtedly the entire point. The man was all about torturing him... everyone. But mostly him. Having heard the statements made moments ago by R'nya, and determined to actually act intelligent rather than his usual loopy self, B'jin refrained from glowering at R'nya... and instead glowered at his knees.
Larrikith, perched indignantly and angrily on the ground under the hovering dragons, puffed up in rage when Xyreith targeted Ayyonth. Don't bother, she spat, the comment spoken to Ayyonth, but designed for Xyreith. She hissed viciously before springing into the air, and hovering for three beats, before landing once more. The entire time, she didn't take her burning gaze from Xyreith. That bronze was going to pay for this indignity!
A light kick to his thigh from another greenrider had B'jin lower one arm just barely to stare up balefully at the other man. A jerk of the other greenrider's head had B'jin groaning and struggling back to his feet, staggering over to the group and slumping inelegantly at R'nd's feet. Protocol could be damned. His face was burning, but the greenrider was currently too wrapped up in his own misery to make a big deal about the fact that he was mortified. He'd be mortified later. When he could function again. That'd probably be in about six decades.
B'jin leaned his head back against R'nd's thighs, staring with exhausted, depressed eyes up at R'nya as their Wingleader told them everything they'd done wrong. B'jin didn't say a word as the bronzerider went off on his tangent of All Things Done Wrong, but the greenrider did shrink in on himself when Weyrmates were brought up, partly out of horror as the assumed status of himself and R'nd being pointed out, and partly because he knew R'nd hadn't done badly - he had, and while they knew they weren't weyrmated, everyone else thought they were, and that meant everyone else would think badly of his friend, because B'jin was so damned useless.
The next line B'jin picked up on had him shrinking further in on himself - stupidity? Laziness? Insubordination? Was D'ren trying to get him dropped between? While B'jin wasn't actually stupid - far from it, in fact, he was incredibly intelligent - the greenrider was certainly lazy and thoroughly enjoyed pressing the buttons of his superiors. A soft groan escaped as a breathy sigh and he tilted his head back, peering up at R'nd from under his mop of far too long, disgustingly damp hair with a pathetically sad expression.
Larri? B'jin's attention flashed solidly to his dragon, frowning as the green dragon gave a hiss of displeasure and promptly landed again, puffed up indignantly as she glared hotly up at Xyreith. Bastard! Larrikith hissed to B'jin alone, still glaring up at Xyreith. The unasked question from her rider was answered in the same hissing outrage from her mind voice. He's making me practice take off! B'jin's lips pursed as he fought the sudden desire to laugh, a desire that only intensified as Larrikith started throwing insults at him. Serves you right. B'jin returned smugly, returning his attention to R'nya... in time for S'kef to take the centre stage.
'Individual evaluations and skill assessment'... that sounded like pure torture. Which, coming from S'kef, was undoubtedly the entire point. The man was all about torturing him... everyone. But mostly him. Having heard the statements made moments ago by R'nya, and determined to actually act intelligent rather than his usual loopy self, B'jin refrained from glowering at R'nya... and instead glowered at his knees.
Larrikith, perched indignantly and angrily on the ground under the hovering dragons, puffed up in rage when Xyreith targeted Ayyonth. Don't bother, she spat, the comment spoken to Ayyonth, but designed for Xyreith. She hissed viciously before springing into the air, and hovering for three beats, before landing once more. The entire time, she didn't take her burning gaze from Xyreith. That bronze was going to pay for this indignity!
