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!
04.Feb.12, 04:37 AM
B'jin's disgruntled gaze turned sharply upon Kerrin, glaring angrily at the young Katilan as if everything that was happening were the boy's personal fault, whilest doing his best to ignore Par'a and her obnoxious commentary. How dare she?! Instead, the greenrider's eyes narrowed further, brown slits barely visible though they flashed with emotion. His lips twisted, as he attempted to come up with a reply. "No." He settled on, biting the single word out, though it was quickly contrasted as B'jin stiffened, his entire body going ramrod straight where he sat and his face contorted before blanking out entierly.
There was nothing at all humane about his face as his eyes blankly stared at nothing and his features relaxed completely. A shudder visibly traveled his spine, as the rider's mind desperately sought out that of his dragon, worry swirling around inside. He'd just make sure... When he found her, he was so wrapped up in the connection that he spoke out loud without meaning to - "Larri?" - and that single word carried a whole platoon of confusion and worry, the rider uncertain as his dragon seemed to carefully withdraw from him whilest remainig on high frequency; surely anyone with even an ounce of ability could hear her thoughts! "What are you doing?" Uncertainty wrapped the words in a thick blanket, and they came out half whispered. He couldn't even feel Talian, pressed to his chest, mixed up in his dragon as he was, completely oblivious to the gathering. Despite that, his left hand continued to rub reassuring circles over Talian's back the entire time. He could never, ever, have Talian angry at him again.
Sunning! She chirped, her voice far too cheerful, light hearted, and broadcast for everyone to hear. That was not right. Larrikith never sounded like that, except - B'jin's eyes flashed full of life as suddenly as he had blanked out, and every ounce of rediculous proddy anger left him and was instead replaced by a very easy to read need to flee. He had to get away! He had to be somewhere else! He had to get away! Panicing, uncharacteristically, the greenrider tightened his grip around Talian like the boy was a life boat and his breath hitched. This was wrong, all wrong! He hadn't been this stupid since Larrikith's first flight - and that had been a disaster - B'jin's face flushed then paled rapidly. Oh, he couldn't possibly live through two of those horrible, awful, times. He couldn't!
The greenrider was lost to the world as his own thoughts travelled at the speed of light, and didn't hear Lymsleia's warning about yelling or upsetting Talian. If he had, he probably would have done more to calm himself down lest he worry the young Healer. Talian was important, Talian could not be hurt. Talian also could not be within about four hundered dragon lengths when Larrikith took to the skies! (So many levels of wrong!) Something which was definitely going to happen within a very short amount of time. The greenrider had to get away. He had to leave. Now! B'jin's brown eyes were wild as he looked down at the young man that was currently occupying the forefront of his thoughts, and blinked blankly as the child wriggled against his encircling arms. He hadn't realise how tightly his grip on the young man had grown, even as one hand had been attempting to calm him with careful if completely mindless back-rubbing. B'jin shuddered again, visibly, and jerked his arms away from around Talian, pushing himself away from the young healer in the process, and sliding along the bench, not concious of the hard shove he'd given the younger man in the process.
There! There was space between them now. That was good, yes, good. B'jin felt like that time, that first time. Oh, that had been horrifying and embarressing and beyond terrible! First flights were always awkward, B'jin knew that! But that had been just above and beyond the worst he could possibly have imagined, and B'jin had the terrifying feeling that this flight, this one that he hadn't realised was impending, was going to be so amazingly worse. B'jin shuddered again, feeling the heat of the sun on his shoulders - wait, no! He was inside! - and lust flashed in his eyes, darkening the brown to a warm, inviting chocolate and his expression altered subtly as he looked over those that surrounded him - no! They were here for Talian! - with an appreciative and hungry glint. Who would prove their worth?
He felt like a Weyrling, undergoing First Flight, and he shuddered, terrified. "She's up to something!" he gasped, just as Grith came charging through the doorway, while outside, Larrikith's scream of lust broke through the early morning air with defiance and the unmistakable ring of a challenge. A cocky grin wrapped itself over B'jin's lips as he stumbled to stand upright, feeling the warm heat of the sun on his wings, and staggard past the corner of the table, which he caught his thigh on with an audible crash, and the item he'd taken such care to shove in fluttered to the floor. He had to get out of the Dining Hall! It was no place for a Flight to occur! B'jin stumbled, trying to get around the edge of the table, and lips pulled back in a hiss of warning when someone didn't get out of his way - or was it Larrikith that hissed?
There was nothing at all humane about his face as his eyes blankly stared at nothing and his features relaxed completely. A shudder visibly traveled his spine, as the rider's mind desperately sought out that of his dragon, worry swirling around inside. He'd just make sure... When he found her, he was so wrapped up in the connection that he spoke out loud without meaning to - "Larri?" - and that single word carried a whole platoon of confusion and worry, the rider uncertain as his dragon seemed to carefully withdraw from him whilest remainig on high frequency; surely anyone with even an ounce of ability could hear her thoughts! "What are you doing?" Uncertainty wrapped the words in a thick blanket, and they came out half whispered. He couldn't even feel Talian, pressed to his chest, mixed up in his dragon as he was, completely oblivious to the gathering. Despite that, his left hand continued to rub reassuring circles over Talian's back the entire time. He could never, ever, have Talian angry at him again.
Sunning! She chirped, her voice far too cheerful, light hearted, and broadcast for everyone to hear. That was not right. Larrikith never sounded like that, except - B'jin's eyes flashed full of life as suddenly as he had blanked out, and every ounce of rediculous proddy anger left him and was instead replaced by a very easy to read need to flee. He had to get away! He had to be somewhere else! He had to get away! Panicing, uncharacteristically, the greenrider tightened his grip around Talian like the boy was a life boat and his breath hitched. This was wrong, all wrong! He hadn't been this stupid since Larrikith's first flight - and that had been a disaster - B'jin's face flushed then paled rapidly. Oh, he couldn't possibly live through two of those horrible, awful, times. He couldn't!
The greenrider was lost to the world as his own thoughts travelled at the speed of light, and didn't hear Lymsleia's warning about yelling or upsetting Talian. If he had, he probably would have done more to calm himself down lest he worry the young Healer. Talian was important, Talian could not be hurt. Talian also could not be within about four hundered dragon lengths when Larrikith took to the skies! (So many levels of wrong!) Something which was definitely going to happen within a very short amount of time. The greenrider had to get away. He had to leave. Now! B'jin's brown eyes were wild as he looked down at the young man that was currently occupying the forefront of his thoughts, and blinked blankly as the child wriggled against his encircling arms. He hadn't realise how tightly his grip on the young man had grown, even as one hand had been attempting to calm him with careful if completely mindless back-rubbing. B'jin shuddered again, visibly, and jerked his arms away from around Talian, pushing himself away from the young healer in the process, and sliding along the bench, not concious of the hard shove he'd given the younger man in the process.
There! There was space between them now. That was good, yes, good. B'jin felt like that time, that first time. Oh, that had been horrifying and embarressing and beyond terrible! First flights were always awkward, B'jin knew that! But that had been just above and beyond the worst he could possibly have imagined, and B'jin had the terrifying feeling that this flight, this one that he hadn't realised was impending, was going to be so amazingly worse. B'jin shuddered again, feeling the heat of the sun on his shoulders - wait, no! He was inside! - and lust flashed in his eyes, darkening the brown to a warm, inviting chocolate and his expression altered subtly as he looked over those that surrounded him - no! They were here for Talian! - with an appreciative and hungry glint. Who would prove their worth?
He felt like a Weyrling, undergoing First Flight, and he shuddered, terrified. "She's up to something!" he gasped, just as Grith came charging through the doorway, while outside, Larrikith's scream of lust broke through the early morning air with defiance and the unmistakable ring of a challenge. A cocky grin wrapped itself over B'jin's lips as he stumbled to stand upright, feeling the warm heat of the sun on his wings, and staggard past the corner of the table, which he caught his thigh on with an audible crash, and the item he'd taken such care to shove in fluttered to the floor. He had to get out of the Dining Hall! It was no place for a Flight to occur! B'jin stumbled, trying to get around the edge of the table, and lips pulled back in a hiss of warning when someone didn't get out of his way - or was it Larrikith that hissed?
