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B'len was not happy. Not happy at all. Sapath had done his elderly dragon duty and passed on the younger dragon's message and worry. Sapath felt the same as B'len on this one. A) it wasn't their problem. Dragon and Rider should be able to work things out between themselves. B) it was their problem because they were still in charge, which flat out wasn't what either of them wanted. Sapath, although didn't mind at first, was tired of B'lens begrudging attitude toward his job as Weyrling Master and just wanted life to go back to normal. As if that could ever happen, not now that the thread was falling again. Sapath turned his head and snapped at a bird that had chosen to perch on him. The bird squacked loudly and toppled off his back before gaining flight at the last moment.

B'len stalked through the halls of the weyr. K'ian. Again. Always K'ian. That's all he seemed to hear out of other weyrling's mouths, out of the drudges, on and on. How had the kid suddenly risen to fame throughout the weyr? And not in a good way. He was starting to remind B'len of a weyrling he'd known back in the day... another green rider with a knack for trouble and an attitude problem to boot. Sounding familiar? In far too many ways, and B'len had just about had enough.

He shoved the doors of the weyrhall open and scanned the room. There, at a table that many were giving a wide berth, thats where he sat. Gawd, did the kid have no friends? What the hell was wrong with him? Sapath snorted in the back of his mind. B'len told him to shut up. Sapath gave a mental shrug but muttered "hypocrite" under his breath.

B'len scowled and made his way through the room, weyrlings cowering in his wake, knowing that look and not wanting to be anywhere near where the volcano would explode. B'len slammed his hands down on the table opposite of where K'ian sat. He had far too much on his plate right now to be looking after some self-centered, victim complexed, weyrling. K'ian hadn't asked much of B'len since that night, and B'len had kinda dropped it, having much else to do between the weyrlings, helping T'narus, and fighting the thread. He'd checked up on him and kept tabs on him, even when K'ian didn't think he was, but mostly he'd given the kid his room. A lot of good that had done. The child had gone from the most annoyingly bubbly person he knew to the most annoyingly anti-social one. What a super-duper change.

"You." B'len snapped, "Are out of line." He knew the reception he would get wouldn't be a good one. He knew the cold eyes that would meet his own fiery ones. He hadn't been oblivious to K'ian's change. He just didn't know what to do about it. "It's one thing to shut out the world, its another to shut out your soul-mate, the dragon that chose you. What the hell are you thinking?"


(oooooh... Fiesty)