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!
05.May.13, 11:57 AM
B’jin hadn’t meant to spend so much time outside of D’ren’s social group. Truth be told, he had at first not realised he was avoiding the bronzerider, and would likely deny any such pointed fact if it were brought to his attention. D’ren had been sick, and he had not needed anyone getting in the way and under foot when there were healers to be healing and slightly (ha!) insane mates that were possessive, protective, and screaming for blood and guts like a wher in heat. B’jin did not have a death wish, honestly!
Things had just gotten out of control since then, and when B’jin had realised he hadn’t seen the weyrleader in months, the greenrider had nearly fainted from shock and horror as ice formed around the lining of his stomach. He had gone pale and fretted, wandering anxiously around his room without speaking as Larrikith pointedly relayed the facts, and her own opinions, to her rider and waited for him to reach the obvious conclusion – visit the bronzerider. But B’jin was anxious and worried that his company would not be desired. Larrikith had restrained herself greatly, from several snarky remarks that fought for release.
In the end, it had been Amorandii that provided the saving grace, the child coming home after crèche one day to excitedly inform her father that it was almost Tsereni’s birthday and she would be two and wasn’t that amazing! She wasn’t such a little baby anymore, and the girl proceeded to try to explain the game she had played with Tsereni that day. All the while B’jin set about teasing the little girl about how old she was getting and how he would have to spend a whole week bribing someone to make her new dresses that actually reached the proper length on her spindly little growth spurt legs! Amorandii had been less than impressed by such a comment and pouted pointedly until R’nd visited. Then she had claimed championship in the bluerider with batted lashes and pouting lips until he made B’jin feel guilty enough to apologise to her for his terrible insult.
Larrikith had found the entire scene more hysterical than she could properly cope with and had snuck off to go hunting with Ayyonth, abandoning B’jin to grumble at R’nd about siding with his daughter instead of with his lover. It had all ended well enough, as it usually did, and B’jin had ended up finding someone to bribe proper dresses out of for Amorandii; in a sudden move of inspiration, he had also managed to con a dress out of the woman for a much smaller little girl. The greenrider had excitedly described the type of dress he would like, drawing mostly off what he had seen young women wearing when he had been in the North; he’d never been one to pay much attention to children, but there had been plenty of little girls tottering around when he’d gone to spy on Talian’s family!
A week later – it had been a desperate rush order on the two main dresses! – B’jin had Amorandii in hand as he walked happily from the crèche towards D’ren’s home, little Tsereni on his hip and teasing the toddler gently as he patted down her very new, very pretty (in B’jin and Amorandii’s opinions!) dress. It was an exuberant thing, clearly intending more for making the girl feel like a princess than any functional every-day wear, but the little girl seemed to like it and Amorandii, prancing along before her father in her own exuberant princess dress, was setting a prime example of princessly behaviour.
Larrikith was trotting along behind them, watching the group with placid amusement before leaping off to leave them in the dust, bellowing a greeting to Ronarth before pouncing with very little further warning onto the bronze. Her tiny body was clearly dwarfed by his bronze hide; she chirped a cheerful greeting and licked his cheek as she pranced off a few bouncing strides before turning back and crooning warmly at him.Hello Ronarth! her voice was riddled with cheerful abandon.
“D-reeeeeeeeeeeeen!” B’jin sing-sang the Weyrleader’s name as he let Amorandii knock royally upon the door. “Time to stop being boring!” The little girl continued, pushing the door open and peering inside, B’jin coughing out a laugh. She was not supposed to say that! “I got Tsereni!” B’jin cheered, walking in regardless and holding the little girl out as proof, causing the child to giggle and wriggle to be put down. B’jin obeyed, setting her gently on her feet.
Things had just gotten out of control since then, and when B’jin had realised he hadn’t seen the weyrleader in months, the greenrider had nearly fainted from shock and horror as ice formed around the lining of his stomach. He had gone pale and fretted, wandering anxiously around his room without speaking as Larrikith pointedly relayed the facts, and her own opinions, to her rider and waited for him to reach the obvious conclusion – visit the bronzerider. But B’jin was anxious and worried that his company would not be desired. Larrikith had restrained herself greatly, from several snarky remarks that fought for release.
In the end, it had been Amorandii that provided the saving grace, the child coming home after crèche one day to excitedly inform her father that it was almost Tsereni’s birthday and she would be two and wasn’t that amazing! She wasn’t such a little baby anymore, and the girl proceeded to try to explain the game she had played with Tsereni that day. All the while B’jin set about teasing the little girl about how old she was getting and how he would have to spend a whole week bribing someone to make her new dresses that actually reached the proper length on her spindly little growth spurt legs! Amorandii had been less than impressed by such a comment and pouted pointedly until R’nd visited. Then she had claimed championship in the bluerider with batted lashes and pouting lips until he made B’jin feel guilty enough to apologise to her for his terrible insult.
Larrikith had found the entire scene more hysterical than she could properly cope with and had snuck off to go hunting with Ayyonth, abandoning B’jin to grumble at R’nd about siding with his daughter instead of with his lover. It had all ended well enough, as it usually did, and B’jin had ended up finding someone to bribe proper dresses out of for Amorandii; in a sudden move of inspiration, he had also managed to con a dress out of the woman for a much smaller little girl. The greenrider had excitedly described the type of dress he would like, drawing mostly off what he had seen young women wearing when he had been in the North; he’d never been one to pay much attention to children, but there had been plenty of little girls tottering around when he’d gone to spy on Talian’s family!
A week later – it had been a desperate rush order on the two main dresses! – B’jin had Amorandii in hand as he walked happily from the crèche towards D’ren’s home, little Tsereni on his hip and teasing the toddler gently as he patted down her very new, very pretty (in B’jin and Amorandii’s opinions!) dress. It was an exuberant thing, clearly intending more for making the girl feel like a princess than any functional every-day wear, but the little girl seemed to like it and Amorandii, prancing along before her father in her own exuberant princess dress, was setting a prime example of princessly behaviour.
Larrikith was trotting along behind them, watching the group with placid amusement before leaping off to leave them in the dust, bellowing a greeting to Ronarth before pouncing with very little further warning onto the bronze. Her tiny body was clearly dwarfed by his bronze hide; she chirped a cheerful greeting and licked his cheek as she pranced off a few bouncing strides before turning back and crooning warmly at him.
“D-reeeeeeeeeeeeen!” B’jin sing-sang the Weyrleader’s name as he let Amorandii knock royally upon the door. “Time to stop being boring!” The little girl continued, pushing the door open and peering inside, B’jin coughing out a laugh. She was not supposed to say that! “I got Tsereni!” B’jin cheered, walking in regardless and holding the little girl out as proof, causing the child to giggle and wriggle to be put down. B’jin obeyed, setting her gently on her feet.
