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B’nyn was characteristically oblivious to anything that wasn’t outright obvious to him, such as any sort of tension that may or may not exist outside of his own head. He was nervous, sure, but it was his own nerves and not those he thought might exist between the two women in his life.

For the life of him, he couldn’t think of a reason they’d have to be nervous. They both already knew him, and he liked both of them – obviously – and they didn’t have a reason not to like one another. So. It was simple, right?

He had no idea. Neither did Niskyleth, though the Brown promised he would let his rider know if he happened to get one.

When Syrena asked how long they’d been a thing, B’nyn wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t really have an answer. What was a thing? And, how could be even quantify it if he had no idea what she was talking about? In a relationship? That was...

Thankfully, Velatha saved him because she had an answer. Good. That was good. B’nyn took a drink of his water and glanced between the two women in his life with a small, happy smile. When Velatha mentioned that he might think her daft, he actually coughed a little on his water and studied her a moment. “I could never think you daft,” he clarified. Which was certainly the truth. She was sensible and talented, neat and organized. Generally more so than he was.

When she asked about Syrena and B’nyn, he actually did have an answer to that. “Since I was roughly... Seven? Syrena was Six. We... grew up together.” A part of their lives that had been far less than pleasant, and not something B’nyn generally offered unless Syrena was comfortable talking about it. Now that he was a Rider, and she a Candidate, there was no reason to bring up the rougher, sometimes unsavory things they’d had to do to get where they were.

Life had not been kind to them when they were younger.


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If B’nyn thought this was a bad idea, that quickly disappeared when the two actually saw one another. It was nice to have the two most important people in his life in the same space. Not having to keep parts of himself separate were important to B’nyn. Since he cared so much about both of them, it didn’t occur to him, at that point, that anything could go wrong.

Why would it?

Smiling because both women were, he finally slid into the seat across from his sister. It wasn’t like B’nyn could introduce Velatha to any other family – he didn’t have any – and it had been upsetting when her family had reacted so poorly to the sheer idea of him. So, this was rather important to B’nyn. There would never be any making up for how upset her own family was, but he wanted his sister to at least be happy.

B’nyn took a moment to take a bite of a roll and sip of his water before he started with, “I’d met her one of the days I took some things for the Wing to the weavers to get repaired. Funny how these things work out, hm?” He smiled a little at Velatha. He’d damned near made a fool of himself that day, stumbling over all his words and being quite inarticulate. She was just... so very pretty. And sweet. And kind. Everything he’d gotten to know about her had only made him adore her more. He’d never thought he’d meet someone so wholesome, able to see past any sort of stereotyping and just like him for the person he was.

Velatha already knew that Syrena was the only family he had, so he didn’t need to reiterate any of that. So, content, B’nyn returned to his meal so they might... say whatever it was girls said to one another.

Niskyleth thrummed his amusement into his Rider’s mind, but had nothing to offer. The Brown’s experience with women were as limited as his Rider’s.

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B’nyn could easily count on one hand the number of people that were really important to him, that had meaning to him in his life. His early childhood was a time he preferred not to remember, or think on too long, and the only person he’d ever minded was Syrena. Everyone else had turned out to be... quite the disappointment. Fort had been full of the selfish and those only out for themselves.

B’nyn had been determined to grow up to be a person quite the opposite of that. Helpful, kind, and dedicated to his duty. While he’d never been looking for anyone to become important in his life, he’d quite literally stumbled upon Velatha. She was sweet, kind, and far too innocent to have a selfish or malicious bone in her body. She was everything that B’nyn hoped he could likewise emulate. She inspired him and reminded him why there was such a duty to the weyr and the people in it. For her, he’d do just about anything.

Though the same could’ve been said for Syrena. When he’d told his sister that there was someone important that she should meet, it was no small wonder she might be confused. B’nyn didn’t really have friends. He was quite reserved and generally kept to himself – preferring extra chores or tasks to hanging out as others were inclined to. Having something to do was key to the Rider.

As of late, he’d been spending more and more of his time with Velatha. As it was beginning to turn quite serious for the Brown Rider, it only made sense that he introduce one of the important women in his life to the other. Dinner seemed to be the best way. They wouldn’t be pressed for time, it was in a relaxed, public place, and he could relax and be present.

Even so, B’nyn was still a bit tense and quieter than normal as he escorted Velatha to the table he knew he’d find his sister. She was a candidate – she ate with other candidates. While there wasn’t assigned seating, there were still certain places that groups tended to sit. Wings together, candidates in the same area, crafters together, and holders in their own space. People mixed and mingled, but it was still easy to find someone – or find someone who knew where they might be.

He’d already collected a tray of food with Velatha, so they wouldn’t have to meet his sister then immediately leave. Once he saw Syrena, he smiled a little smile and sat the two trays down he was carrying. With his hands now empty, he put one on the small of Velatha’s back. “Syrena... This is the person I wanted you to meet. This is Velatha.” He didn’t want to say that she was anything in particular – because that was all still... undefined. She mattered to him, he liked her, and that was enough for now.

Never mind that B’nyn felt like his stomach was going to crawl up through his mouth.

You’re adorable when you’re nervous, his dragon teased, hoping to distract his rider some from his own nerves.

It helped just a little as B’nyn mentally scoffed at his dragon.

Spoiler for OOC:
@Wren @Phoenyx
Lemme know if I need to adjust the time. This is after B'nyn and Velatha had been 'together'ish for 4 months. A bit of time for him to be quite serious, but he's not said as much to Velatha, though she could probably guess with his actions - B'nyn is not a subtle man. XD

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Rider Weyrs / Re: How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: September 25, 2018, 01:32:34 PM »
B’nyn smiled a little while he scrubbed at Niskyleth’s foot. This was nice. The companionable work, sharing the time with Velatha. If she was well enough to move around, to laugh and joke, then she really was on the mend. A lot of the tension and stress he’d been carrying in his shoulders was being let go in the silly conversation they were having.

She really was getting better.

When she asked about going out, he glanced at her. Not out of concern, mostly because he liked looking at her when he spoke to her. “I don’t see why not. If you’re not feeling ill and you’re able to keep breakfast down, it’d probably be good for you. Let your family know you’re doing well. The weavers would probably be happy to know you’re going to be returning to them soon, too. So long as Quill is keeping you company... I don’t see why not.” B’nyn might really fret over her health, but he also knew better that to keep someone down when they were starting to recover.

 No one, rider, dragon, or otherwise, could get better if they were forced to stay in bed. “We could try going to breakfast down at the Hall tomorrow morning too, should you be feeling up to it.” Velatha might be getting tired of seeing the interior of the weyr. B’nyn wouldn’t have blamed her for that either. There was only so long someone could be surrounded by the same stone and not want to get out and just... be elsewhere for a little bit. So long as she wasn’t feeling dizzy or sick, B’nyn was more than happy to take her to breakfast and encourage her to go out.

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Rider Weyrs / Re: How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: September 18, 2018, 01:03:00 PM »
B’nyn slid down the side of his dragon and stretched once he was on his own feet. It was nice to see so much energy and humor return to Velatha after she’d been sick. While the Healers had said it wasn’t a fatal concern, it’d still made him fret to see her so ill. Now he could relax a little. Breathe easier.

The idea of dipping her tiny flit in a jar was amusing. “It would be the quickest way, yeah,” he conceded. Of course they wouldn’t but Quill didn’t have to know that.

With Velatha working on Niskyleth’s front feet, B’nyn shifted his attention to his dragon’s rear paws. It wouldn’t take too long with both of them doing the work. “It’s still nice to know that even when I’m not around, there is someone looking after you.” Which was certainly the truth. A fire lizard wasn’t a dragon, of course, but they were still useful and generally intelligent creatures. Most would depend their bonded and let someone know if something had happened.

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Rider Weyrs / Re: How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: September 15, 2018, 11:48:08 AM »
It didn’t matter to Niskyleth if he was the only dragon she really knew. He liked that she thought he was fancy at all. It was a nice sentiment and he appreciated even the teasing thought behind it. It meant a lot to the Brown that she did think highly of him, or was at least comfortable enough to joke with him. They were both important in B’nyn’s life, after all. Probably couldn’t get away with it though. Then all the dragons of the weyr would want some, he remarked, lowering his head to the cool stone so he could better watch Velatha and relax while doing so.

B’nyn did chuckle when she mentioned her fire lizard and the Brown rumbled his amusement, the sound reverberating through the stone. “No, you probably wouldn’t. Or shouldn’t. I suspect she would be very cross with you.” He rubbed at one of the spots on his dragon’s side. “Though since you’ve helped me with Niskyleth, I should help you should she need oiled.” It was a teasing offer, obviously. It’d take both of them less than a breath if they were both to descend on the little green should she actually need it. Even so, B’nyn wouldn’t have minded. Doing anything with Velatha was better than not.


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Rider Weyrs / Re: How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: September 14, 2018, 12:34:53 PM »
Niskyleth and B’nyn were rather amused at the idea that Velatha suggested socks. It was sweet. The thought behind it anyways. The idea of the Brown dragon parading around in socks was just entertaining. The amount of material, let alone how realistic... But still. I would be the fanciest dragon, he decreed, watching Velatha.

Unable to help the smile that crossed his face, he watched Velatha as she settled next to the Brown dragon’s large feet. Niskyleth flexed his toes and spread them to make it easier for her. Walking around in the sand all day did a number on the skin there and, sure enough, was where he was mostly dry.

“Perfect,” he praised before leaving her to her work. There were a couple of places along his dragon’s side, where the straps had rubbed him, that B’nyn would do. Crawling around on a strapless dragon was an art in and of itself, requiring a bit of Niskyleth’s assistance but they’d been doing this for a long time. I dare say she’s better at it than you are, he crooned while watching the smaller lady. He was teasing B’nyn, of course, but he also wanted Velatha to know he did appreciate what she was doing.


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Rider Weyrs / Re: How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: September 14, 2018, 10:12:12 AM »
Niskyleth wasn’t expressly a proud dragon, but he liked that Velatha thought well of him. It was important that someone B’nyn cared about liked him. Their life would’ve been rather complicated were that not the case. It didn’t occur to the brown that his Rider would pick anyone over him, but he also didn’t want B’nyn to ever be in that sort of situation. He much preferred that she liked him. It gets caught between the leather and my skin. It’s the worst, he commiserated. It didn’t sound like he was complaining, more like he was just informing. The brown dragon didn’t really complain.

Not unless he was doing so playfully to B’nyn.

B’nyn actually blushed a little at the compliment as he moved to take the large pot of oil from Velatha. “Ah. Well. I think it just comes with time. It also helps that he sort of knows what I want him to do, and how to move, without me having to say anything. A lot of that coordination comes from weyrling training. Getting used to one another and all that. With tons and tons of practice.” He set the oil down, near the dragon, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before offering her a soft, though large, leather hide rag. “Don’t be afraid to get some on you. It’s inevitable.” B’nyn smiled a little and doused his own, wringing out some of the excess. The soft hide rag did catch a lot of the oil, though, and he carried it over to Niskyleth’s extended foreleg. “I’ll have you do his lower spots. Between his... toes... You can sort of see where the skin has dried out.” He let her see, where the brown skin had turned faintly ashen. “Just apply some pressure as you rub the oil in.” B’nyn glanced at her. “If you get tired, promise me you’ll stop though. I can take care of all of him.”



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Rider Weyrs / Re: How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: September 13, 2018, 10:02:04 PM »
He supposed he had grabbed a bunch, but he had wanted to make sure she had a variety of things if she was getting tired of soup. If the event her stomach could handle it and the mood struck.  B’nyn wasn’t exactly expecting her to eat all of it. He’d pick at whatever was left over when they were done tending to Niskyleth.

When she was done, he had most of the leather straps coiled in front of Niskyleth. He’d look at the straps later on. For now, his dragon was the priority. I don’t mind the work on the beach, but the sand is a nightmare, he remarked, allowing Velatha to hear too. The brown dragon liked to include her in the conversation if it wasn’t something that needed to be private. Helped her feel included rather than the quiet lull of B’nyn and him talking.

B’nyn gave his dragon a pat as he slid down his side. “If you want to grab the large pot of oil on the shelf, and the rags. I can show you some of his dry spots, and how to rub it in.”

Spoiler for OOC:
Sorry about the delay. I don't know how I missed this one. ._.

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Moments like this were etched into the Rider’s memory. Quiet affection and being close to her were the sort of things that B’nyn would recall throughout the day when he was away from her. The sort of things that he enjoyed doing with Velatha. His fingers combed through her hair, and he kissed the top of her head, before he had to reluctantly break the moment.

As much as he really didn’t want to, time wouldn’t stop for them and he did have a dragon that needed tending. Niskyleth would be an eternally patient creature, but salt and sand were rough on a dragon. “Finish up your meal while I take off his straps,” he suggested softly, watching her a moment before turning to do just as he’d said he would. B’nyn wasn’t about to ask for her help with this. The leather could be heavy and required climbing up on Niskyleth to remove. It was also easier to pull off the dragon when he was standing, which made it that much of a higher fall if someone slipped.

B’nyn climbed up the side of his dragon with the ease of someone who had done it hundreds of times. He could crawl all over Niskyleth easily enough. Especially since the Brown just naturally adjusted his weight and shifted in whatever manner was needed to help B’nyn do whatever was needed. In this instance, it was remove the strap harness and saddle that held his rider in place throughout the day. Some sand actually fell on the weyr ledge where it had been caught in the leather creases.

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The brown rider wasn’t the sort to be excitable or moved to exclamations, but he really was very happy to see she was feeling better. Enough to tease and be teased in return. There was certainly more energy to Velatha today than since she’d been sick, so he wasn’t nervous at all about having her climb around on Niskyleth. He’d only want her to be careful because she just wasn’t used to it and he was a big dragon.

He’d always want her to be careful. That was just his nature.

Though the image of her playing around on Niskyleth was an entertaining one. He smiled a little more and lightly combed his fingers through her hair. If for no other reason than to just touch her. B’nyn had though she was the most beautiful woman in the weyr, hands down, from the moment he’d met her. Never mind that she’d had an equally stunning and down to earth personally to match. He didn’t need someone that flounced around. He loved how wholesome, honest, and sweet she was.

Velatha was everything B’nyn could want, and so much more.

“I think that sounds like the perfect evening,” he answered, and he meant it. Spending time with her and eventually getting to share a bath was the very definition of how he’d like to spend his evenings. The brown rider didn’t need excitement and danger in his life to be happy. He just wanted her.

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Niskyleth rumbled amusement when she suggested B’nyn might miss spots on him. The brown wasn’t going to suggest otherwise, though. It was good for his Rider to be teased. If anyone else had suggested something so outlandish for B’nyn, he would have said as much. Jokes were sometimes lost on the brownpair.

With Velatha, B’nyn found it easier to relax and was a little more susceptible to being teased. He chuckled a little and shook his head. “I’m sure Niskyleth will appreciate the attention, too.” The Brown wasn’t a needy creature, but he liked Velatha. It pleased them both that she seemed to like him too given that he was literally and figuratively a large part of B’nyn’s life. No one could really be with a rider and not be with their dragon too.

He lightly kissed her temple. “So long as you don’t strain yourself too much, then I’ll be happy to have your help.” Then, murmuring a little, “And I won’t complain getting to see you covered in oil.”

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B’nyn smiled a little when she settled next to him. Reflexively, one of his arms casually wrapped around her shoulders. Not necessarily hugging her close, but just so he could have her there. Touching her opposite shoulder while he ate with the other hand. It was the small gestures that B’nyn was quite fond of. He could still become a little tongue tied around her, but he would always do small things to show he cared. That he was very much in love with her.

That she could manage to stomach something other than the soup was a good sign.

At the thank, B’nyn leaned to kiss her shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me. I enjoy taking care of you.” Which was the truth. He’d have done anything she needed, whatever the case may be. That she’d been sick had just been unfortunate. Thankfully, it’d not been fatally serious.

His smile remained as he added, “So long as you don’t feel obligated. I’m capable of tending to Niskyleth.” B’nyn didn’t want Velatha to think just because she was with a dragon rider, she had to do anything for his dragon. Not that was the vibe he was getting from her, he just wanted to make sure.

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He chuckled a little at her response to the soup and nodded a little. “There are a couple of other things I’d brought along, in case you wanted to try a small bite of something different. If only for a change of pace. If you feel like your stomach is up for it.” B’nyn didn’t want her pushing herself, of course, but he didn’t think there would be much harm in a bite or two of something different. Not if she really was feeling better.

B’nyn took a seat at the table and pulled a plate close to him. It was always nice to be back in their weyr, to be able to share this time with her. Just the two of them and his dragon.

Just as he took a bite of a roll with mushrooms on it, she’d asked both him and Niskyleth if she could help. B’nyn had never asked before because, well, it had never occurred to him that anyone else would want to help him tend to his dragon. Niskyleth was his responsibility, his dragon, and he wouldn’t expect anyone else to care for him, just as he wouldn’t expect any other dragon to carry him about.

He glanced at the Brown, who was thrumming with contentment and watching them with bright green eyes. I don’t mind, so long as you’re feeling well, he answered so both could hear.

B’nyn eventually nodded, watching her. “If you really are feeling better, then I don’t mind you helping. I can show you how... But, after we eat.” He wanted to make sure she did get something in her first.

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B’nyn shook his head and smiled a little. “The sleep was good for you. I’m just glad you seem to be feeling better. Really. That’s all that matters to me.” Which was really the truth. If it meant she’d had to sleep three days, or even a week, straight he’d take it if it meant Velatha was healthy.

After another parting kiss, this time to the corner of her mouth, he finally pulled away. Reluctantly. He liked being near her. He gestured to the tray of food on the small table. “I brought you some soup, if your stomach is still being sensitive, but there’s other food too. I know you were getting tired of soup.” This time, his smile was a little wider. Mushroom soup for three days was enough to drive anyone crazy. “You don’t need to make up anything to me. I’d do anything for you,” he added. Spoken so casually, but the brown rider meant it.

When she asked about his day, he considered a moment before shrugging some. “It wasn’t so bad. Things are returning to normal as more people are starting to feel better. I think the Mine Hall didn’t want a lot of us making trips down there, in case we brought the fever there... so not a lot of trips back and forth.” He shrugged a shoulder and hung up his rider’s jacket and put up his gloves. “But they still need supplies from us, and vice versa, so there’s not much to be done about it.”

When she asked about Niskyleth, the brown dragon thrummed happily. Nothing bad happened. Just another day of drills, runs, and fishing. A good day, then, he answered her. The brown dragon liked talking to her. Especially since she’d moved into their weyr, he saw no reason not to. Velatha would be a permanent fixture in their lives, ideally. It’d be silly not to.

B’nyn glanced at his dragon, then at the food. “Ah. After we eat, I suppose I’ll take off his straps and set about oiling him. The sand and salt from the ocean tends to dry out some dragons more than others.”

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Weyr Bowl / Re: Changes [ 08.04.2591 / 5:45 AM ] || Prairie Wing
« on: August 28, 2018, 10:44:06 PM »
B’nyn remained passive next to his brown, who likewise didn’t move. Niskyleth remained on his belly, relaxing. Since they weren’t about to run off while it seemed both Z’tai and their new Weyrsecond wanted to say something, there was no reason to seem in a rush.

What T’veck had to say seemed pretty straightforward to the brown rider. Ultimately, though, he’d do whatever he was ordered to do. He trusted both Z’tai and the Leadership to make the correct calls in these matters. So did his Brown. It didn’t occur to either of them to question or pick apart anything that was happening – it just wasn’t their place. Nothing about T’veck winning was problematic to them either.

If Baleth seemed tense and edgy, it didn’t bother Niskyleth. The brown dragon was relaxed, his wings loosely folded along his back while he surveyed the field, other dragons, and invariably the Wingleader. He wasn’t even really paying attention to Baleth, because the Black wasn’t particularly important at the moment. His mood didn’t affect the Brown, nor did his tension rub off on him. Z’tai, and for the moment T’veck spoke, were the important ones so they had most of Niskyleth’s attention.

B’nyn’s, as well.

As far as the brown pair were concerned, it seemed business as usual and there wasn’t anything to be upset about.


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When he realized she was quite awake, and had apparently been biding her time with working in their bed, he smiled some and moved to pull her close in a tight hug. It hadn’t even occurred to the Rider that he might become ill from proximity to her. If he hadn’t caught it in the initial sweep of the fever across the weyr, B’nyn was pretty certain he wasn’t going to.

So far, so good.

B’nyn held her close for a moment, kissing her temple, before letting some space between them. Just enough that he could look her over. Velatha didn’t feel as hot and she seemed stable on her feet. Far more energetic too. “I thought it’d still be nice for you to eat up here. Besides, I wasn’t sure you’d be awake. Your sleep time has sort of been messed up with you being ill.” Not that he blamed her. The rest might have been driving her stir crazy, but it’d been good for her. Necessary to help her get better.

“But now that you are awake, how about you eat some, hm?” B’nyn had been quite diligent in making sure she had plenty of water to drink and always had some soup in her for each meal. At least this time he’d brought up some dried fruit, rolls, and salted, fried fish. If she could stomach more, there would be something else for her to eat. If not, there was still a bowl of mushroom broth.

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Rider Weyrs / Private How are you feeling, love? [ 32.03.2591 / 7PM ] Velatha
« on: August 26, 2018, 12:00:56 AM »
The weyr had only been on a skeleton crew for one day. One day of slow hunting, few fishers, and most of the people around the weyr recovering from various degrees of fever. The worst cases were kept in the healer hall so they could be closely monitored. In Velatha’s case, B’nyn had watched over her exclusively for the first day, and then made sure she had plenty of water when he’d had to leave her the days after.

As much as he’d not wanted to, she didn’t seem too bad off and sleep during the day was really what she needed. So long as she’d promised she really wouldn’t do anything other than sleep or small projects in bed, B’nyn had felt comfortable leaving her to her rest.

Every day she seemed to be getting better. More color in her cheeks. Food seemed more appealing. So he didn’t feel the need to haul her down to the Healer’s Hall after the second or so day. Rather, life around the weyr seemed to be resuming back to normal.

B’nyn didn’t bother eating at the weyr hall when he knew Velatha would be up in the weyr waiting for him. Instead, he sent Niskyleth ahead and gathered a tray of food up for both of them. Until Velatha was really feeling better, he’d collected a bowl of soup – which the kitchens still had plenty of for those that were sick – some small rolls, dried meat and fruits, and some fried mushrooms. A nice meal they could share together before he had to tend to his dragon. Niskyleth needed a nice oiling and B’nyn knew his own gear needed tending to since he’d not looked it over since Velatha had gotten sick.

There hadn’t been much of a need since Prairie Wing hadn’t really been doing too much. But now, with things picking back up, he should really get back on track.

He entered his weyr, quiet incase Velatha was resting, and placed the tray on the small table against the wall.

Spoiler for OOC:
@Wren Sorry for the long delay in getting this up. I hope this all works. Lemme know if I need to edit anything. <3

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Weyr Bowl / Re: Changes [ 08.04.2591 / 5:45 AM ] || Prairie Wing
« on: August 24, 2018, 09:35:40 AM »
B’nyn was never late. If anything, he was frequently early. That was just how he and Niskyleth operated. He couldn’t conceive of a world where he would show up when he wasn’t supposed to. So, when Z’tai and the new Weyrsecond were making their way out, he was idly rechecking the straps on his Brown, who was laying down so B’nyn could easily climb on him to do so.

Niskyleth watched passively. The brown dragon didn’t feel any particular way about the mutations, or about T’veck winning, at all. Neither pair were ambitious at all and quite happy with their place in Prairie Wing. If anything, B’nyn preferred it. He might not be the most social of people, but he liked helping. He and Niskyleth were a competent dragonpair that would offer their time, and aide, to anyone that needed it. He’d also been through weyrling training with S’bok and considered the man a friend. Of sorts.

B’nyn didn’t make friends so easily, even if he was friendly.

When Z’tai and the Weyrsecond took up their place, B’nyn slid off of his dragon and nodded his greeting in kind. Niskyleth stood, shook himself some, and moved back so he wouldn’t be in the way. Think he’s nervous? the brown asked.

B’nyn clasped his hands behind his back after opening his rider’s jacket. It was going to be a warm day and he was already feeling the heat. //Probably. We’ll be on our best behavior.//

That brought a snort of amusement into B’nyn’s mind and prompted a small smile. When are we not? His rider quite agreed.

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