Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
06.May.13, 09:23 PM
D'ren hadn't seen B'jin in literal months, going on a full turn. The bronzerider had thought of his friend many times, but he found it hard to actually place any blame on either party. He himself had been sick for the longest time, and even after his release from the infirmary, he'd been often bedridden and ill. He often had healers in and out of his hut, and his dietary requirements ensured that he didn't even venture to the dining hall.
Even when he was feeling physically well enough to go out and about, the shame was all-consuming. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd failed everyone/ He's failed the dragonriders, who looked to their leadership to help them heal after the tragedy that now felt so distant. He'd failed the northerners, who should have been welcomed and treated with respect as a new generation of dragonriders. He'd failed Tsuen, who needed someone strong to help her ailing mind.
With D'ren's scarcities combined with B'jin's natural skittishness, it was no wonder they hadn't seen each other. D'ren suspected that B'jin lived in a constant bubble of denial and he seemed to be a master of bottling up unwanted feelings. It was no surprise to him that the assassination attempt had sent B'jin running. He didn't expect to see much of the greenrider for quite some time, which made the man's appearance a beyond-pleasant surprise.
D'ren! Larrikith is here!
Outside, Ronarth rose to greet the green, rumbling playfully at her as she pounced. The big bronze rose to his feet, hefting her along with him and purring sweetly as she licked his cheek. He pawed at the ground and lashed his tail back and forth joyously as she scrambled away and trotted off, prompting him to chirp in reply and trot after her. His tail smacked against the wall of the hut, alarming Friendly, who was curled sweetly in D'ren's lap.
"Larrikith?" D'ren asked, lifting a brow as he raised his head from his reading material. Then, a wide grin crossed his face as a knock came to the door.
Friendly took off, prompted by D'ren to go and join Ronarth. D'ren recalled how upset B'jin had been at the rediscovery of the little beasts, so he assumed that it would be wise to send her away. He rose slowly to his feet, joints still and stomach as ill as ever, and hobbled to the door as quickly as he could. He opened it, his grin still wide as he looked outside to see who seemed like such a long-lost friend.
"B'jin! It's been ages..." he said, voice trailing as he looked down to Tsereni just as the greenrider set her down. He smiled and knelt down, reaching out to scoop her up. "There's my little girl..."
Ronarth continued to romp after Larrikith. He wasn't as strong as he once was, nor as agile as a smaller dragon, but he still had energy to spare. Friendly appeared close, chittering playfully and looping around him.I missed you! D'ren said you would come back one day!
Even when he was feeling physically well enough to go out and about, the shame was all-consuming. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd failed everyone/ He's failed the dragonriders, who looked to their leadership to help them heal after the tragedy that now felt so distant. He'd failed the northerners, who should have been welcomed and treated with respect as a new generation of dragonriders. He'd failed Tsuen, who needed someone strong to help her ailing mind.
With D'ren's scarcities combined with B'jin's natural skittishness, it was no wonder they hadn't seen each other. D'ren suspected that B'jin lived in a constant bubble of denial and he seemed to be a master of bottling up unwanted feelings. It was no surprise to him that the assassination attempt had sent B'jin running. He didn't expect to see much of the greenrider for quite some time, which made the man's appearance a beyond-pleasant surprise.
Outside, Ronarth rose to greet the green, rumbling playfully at her as she pounced. The big bronze rose to his feet, hefting her along with him and purring sweetly as she licked his cheek. He pawed at the ground and lashed his tail back and forth joyously as she scrambled away and trotted off, prompting him to chirp in reply and trot after her. His tail smacked against the wall of the hut, alarming Friendly, who was curled sweetly in D'ren's lap.
"Larrikith?" D'ren asked, lifting a brow as he raised his head from his reading material. Then, a wide grin crossed his face as a knock came to the door.
Friendly took off, prompted by D'ren to go and join Ronarth. D'ren recalled how upset B'jin had been at the rediscovery of the little beasts, so he assumed that it would be wise to send her away. He rose slowly to his feet, joints still and stomach as ill as ever, and hobbled to the door as quickly as he could. He opened it, his grin still wide as he looked outside to see who seemed like such a long-lost friend.
"B'jin! It's been ages..." he said, voice trailing as he looked down to Tsereni just as the greenrider set her down. He smiled and knelt down, reaching out to scoop her up. "There's my little girl..."
Ronarth continued to romp after Larrikith. He wasn't as strong as he once was, nor as agile as a smaller dragon, but he still had energy to spare. Friendly appeared close, chittering playfully and looping around him.
