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!
03.Feb.12, 06:12 PM
Valerian's appearance only made Talian want to die even more. He recognized the other boy from the infirmary a,ong other places, and knew he was dealing with a snarker. That was all well and good, Talian could take it...but shards if he wasn't in a vulnerable position at that very moment!
He tried to face Valerian, but it was hard to do so when he was being indignantly crushed against B'jin's chest. In his stimulant-driven frenzy, his reply didn't come out nearly so eloquently as he wanted it to: "Hey! I-i'll have you know th-that I had a girlfriend back home!" he blurted, speaking publicly of Fiora for the first time since his arrival, a move he would almost certainly regret later. "And she and I held hands all the time! And other stuff!" he jittered. Of course, his adamant, heartfelt retort probably sounded a bit defensive to curious ears.
His eyes flashed quickly to Par'a. "Flight?! No!" he squeaked. He remembered the undesirably effects of Nirinath's flight. In all honesty, this was the first time Talain had even considered the fact that Larrikith would do the same thing. He knew enough about dragons to know the little green ones didn't lay eggs, but he'd heard their screeching and witnessed their acrobatic displays before. In spite of infertility, the little green ones still took mates.
Larrikith, though? It just didn't sit well with the boy. He couldn't imagine her doing that! He couldn't imagine B'jin doing that! It was like the horrifying moment in his early schooling when he realized his parents must have had sex with each other to produce him.
How horrible! He immediately banished the terrible thought from his mind.
"M-most certainly not!" he squeaked again, burying his face in B'jin's chest in shame, his hands still shaking uncontrollably.
This was bad, he thought. He could feel his heart racing even faster. He knew without looking at himself that his eyes must have been wild and wide, dilated and perhaps just a bit twitchy. He realized that his reaction to the medication was far worse than he'd dared dread, and the excitement from the crowd was making it worse. His heart was beating faster, causing his blood to flow more quickly and spread the stimulant through him...
His usually active mind was whirling way too fast for him to keep up with. He tried to devise a solution, but instead he just shorted out. It only got worse when B'jin started to shout. Talian cringed against him. He'd never seen B'jin this angry! Suddenly and irrationally terrified (probably from the drugs), he became aware of a lump in his throat.
By the time B'jin was done shouting, Lymsleia was back. Tal peeked from B'jin's chest and sniffed once, trying to mask his distress. "Oh, please don't worry!" he half-whimpered, half-begged. His voice didn't come out as clearly or as loudly as he'd have liked. "I took...half a sprig of..." he stumbled over his words for a moment as he tried to remember the name of the herb. How had he forgotten? He never forgot anything! Ever!
He wilted as he realized just how much of a mess he was. He finally managed to produce the name of the herb and cast her an apologetic look. He hadn't meant to worry anyone, and now he'd worried two of the people who'd been kindest to him at Katila.
He wanted to apologize to B'jin too, but frankly, he was a bit scared. "B'jin," he coughed, wiggling weakly in the greenrider's increasingly tight grasp, "I can't breathe..."
He tried to face Valerian, but it was hard to do so when he was being indignantly crushed against B'jin's chest. In his stimulant-driven frenzy, his reply didn't come out nearly so eloquently as he wanted it to: "Hey! I-i'll have you know th-that I had a girlfriend back home!" he blurted, speaking publicly of Fiora for the first time since his arrival, a move he would almost certainly regret later. "And she and I held hands all the time! And other stuff!" he jittered. Of course, his adamant, heartfelt retort probably sounded a bit defensive to curious ears.
His eyes flashed quickly to Par'a. "Flight?! No!" he squeaked. He remembered the undesirably effects of Nirinath's flight. In all honesty, this was the first time Talain had even considered the fact that Larrikith would do the same thing. He knew enough about dragons to know the little green ones didn't lay eggs, but he'd heard their screeching and witnessed their acrobatic displays before. In spite of infertility, the little green ones still took mates.
Larrikith, though? It just didn't sit well with the boy. He couldn't imagine her doing that! He couldn't imagine B'jin doing that! It was like the horrifying moment in his early schooling when he realized his parents must have had sex with each other to produce him.
How horrible! He immediately banished the terrible thought from his mind.
"M-most certainly not!" he squeaked again, burying his face in B'jin's chest in shame, his hands still shaking uncontrollably.
This was bad, he thought. He could feel his heart racing even faster. He knew without looking at himself that his eyes must have been wild and wide, dilated and perhaps just a bit twitchy. He realized that his reaction to the medication was far worse than he'd dared dread, and the excitement from the crowd was making it worse. His heart was beating faster, causing his blood to flow more quickly and spread the stimulant through him...
His usually active mind was whirling way too fast for him to keep up with. He tried to devise a solution, but instead he just shorted out. It only got worse when B'jin started to shout. Talian cringed against him. He'd never seen B'jin this angry! Suddenly and irrationally terrified (probably from the drugs), he became aware of a lump in his throat.
By the time B'jin was done shouting, Lymsleia was back. Tal peeked from B'jin's chest and sniffed once, trying to mask his distress. "Oh, please don't worry!" he half-whimpered, half-begged. His voice didn't come out as clearly or as loudly as he'd have liked. "I took...half a sprig of..." he stumbled over his words for a moment as he tried to remember the name of the herb. How had he forgotten? He never forgot anything! Ever!
He wilted as he realized just how much of a mess he was. He finally managed to produce the name of the herb and cast her an apologetic look. He hadn't meant to worry anyone, and now he'd worried two of the people who'd been kindest to him at Katila.
He wanted to apologize to B'jin too, but frankly, he was a bit scared. "B'jin," he coughed, wiggling weakly in the greenrider's increasingly tight grasp, "I can't breathe..."
