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!
02.Feb.13, 04:09 AM
B'jin smiled lightly at R'nd's expression, watching as the bluerider got lost in his won thoughts, the sleepy greenrider's eyes lightening with amusement at his lover's expression. He wasn't sure what was causing it, of course (that was the idea of the question!) but found it amusing as R'nd obviously dug around for something that struck home. A soft, lightly laugh escaped him as R'nd said he'd answer with three, and B'jin nodded cheerfully, rather delighted at the prospect of getting more answers than he'd asked questions. R'nd was never particularly closed off, but the flow of information between the two riders about themselves, was limited and often clogged up with worry that boundaries would be over stepped or someone somehow insulted. B'jin shifted slightly as he watched R'nd, relaxing lazily as he waited for the man to gather his thoughts and share what was on his mind.
A smile flickered the corner of B'jin's lips when the answer came that one or perhaps the top one, was the Searching he'd been collected on. While B'jin didn't particularly want the life he'd ended up with, and certainly had never had any of the foolish fantasies most people entertained of Impressing some day, he did understand the thrill of being Searched. While it wasn't nearly as much fun – and hadn't been practised in some turns – since the Plague, B'jin had thoroughly enjoyed Searching, and hoped to someday pick up once more. He enjoyed picking the children who saw it as a life changing dream come true; just like he'd been thrilled when he'd found out he'd been taken on by the Harper Hall as an honorary student, meaning his parents would not need to scrape up the funds required to give him the education he (by then) desperately wanted.
The slightly worried vibe he got off R'nd, however, before the bluerider launched into an explanation of why his being Search rated so high caused B'jin to blink. Almost everyone B'jin had ever been close to knew he had never wanted his dragon, and while it wasn't common knowledge, those he was the closest to knew his bond with her was raggard at best, the pair appearing almost to be a perfect combination until Larrikith would press a button, and B'jin was inclined to call her filthy names with little regard for who was around. While the greenrider had a hard time understanding the joy people got from their own bonds, he was perfectly okay with accepting that such a thing did exist. He just didn't understand it, at all.
He'd probably have to do something to show R'nd he wouldn't bite the man's head off for enjoying his dragon's company inside his brain, especially if he'd thrown a tantrum at some point in time when the bluerider was around. B'jin frowned slightly, before snorting out a laughter, and speaking the same time Larrikith did, as if to counter all the negative idle thoughts that had been wandering around in his brain; “Too many little bones!” and the greenrider's nose scrunched up. Larrikith's tone was just as dismissive as she entered both men's minds to state her opinion without bothering to warn either of them. Then she withdrew, sticking her head against a weyrling's window to scold them for something. B'jin ignored her; little bastards should all have been asleep by now!
Curled against R'nd, B'jin watched their fingers link and swallowed a yawn, but ended up laughing softly halfway through, the sound coming out oddly muffled. “That was an interesting day,” B'jin's voice was dry albeit amused, but not because of the final (public!) event of him being at the receiving end of the reinstated lashes. That wasn't worth thinking about and B'jin often forgot he'd even been lashed so violently, never mind the reason for it! Something D'ren likely wouldn't handle very well, but not something B'jin cared to think about. He'd been in far worse situations than that, and Talian and R'nd had both been quite helpful in keeping his back clean and tidy. While scarred, they were hardly the horrible, angry ribbons they could have been. The greenrider very rarely even remembered they were there. Instead, his tone related more to his odd behaviour; he was a reserved, private and shy individual.
Normally, being completely ignored by the entire population of the Weyr likely wouldn't have done all that much to upset him, but it had coincided with a time when I'shan was busy draping himself over his new lover, Par'a had been occupied with something B'jin couldn't recall if he tried, and his other few and far between friends had mostly been talked into staying away from him by the rest of the population, who were either horrified by the show Larrikith had put on, or simply disgusted with him. B'jin had to pause to think why they'd been in trouble, forgetting entirely the terrifying show Larrikith had put on when Talian had tried to kill himself; keening, and throwing people around and snarling like a rabid Wher. B'jin's nose scrunched up, but it vanished quickly as the greenrider shifted to place a light kiss on R'nd's jawline. “A good one,” he purred lightly, tone speckled with his amusement at what the entire day had turned into. Oh, ti had been very good – but so strange. But then, R'nd probably had that affect on him, B'jin decided as he curled back against the bluerider. He did odd things, like staying back after their first flight; he didn't do that (that, too, was Larrikith's fault!).
An eyebrow arched upward at the warning of sorts that came before R'nd's next part of his answer to B'jin's question, the greenrider shifting slightly against him to lean on an elbow, blinking at R'nd curiously as a frown settled over his features, intrigued but slightly worried by the skittish look on R'nd's face. He gave his lover's hand a gentle squeeze, curious to see what it was R'nd was – Oh! Eyebrows shot up as B'jin's face gave away his surprise, brown eyes bright with amusement, surprise and a hint of cautious curiosity. “Our win?” B'jin asked lowly, voice soft and filled with scepticism as he watched R'nd carefully. The bluerider was worried about sounding blue, but B'jin had never heard a less bluerider-ish comment. Blueriders considered themselves the winner, and the green they caught their prize, not a fellow winner. B'jin wasn't sure if he trusted the words used to not be a general slip up, R'nd was wonderful and sweet and a lot of things B'jin didn't have the right words for, but he wasn't quite willing to put money on his friend being that outside the norm!
A smile flickered the corner of B'jin's lips when the answer came that one or perhaps the top one, was the Searching he'd been collected on. While B'jin didn't particularly want the life he'd ended up with, and certainly had never had any of the foolish fantasies most people entertained of Impressing some day, he did understand the thrill of being Searched. While it wasn't nearly as much fun – and hadn't been practised in some turns – since the Plague, B'jin had thoroughly enjoyed Searching, and hoped to someday pick up once more. He enjoyed picking the children who saw it as a life changing dream come true; just like he'd been thrilled when he'd found out he'd been taken on by the Harper Hall as an honorary student, meaning his parents would not need to scrape up the funds required to give him the education he (by then) desperately wanted.
The slightly worried vibe he got off R'nd, however, before the bluerider launched into an explanation of why his being Search rated so high caused B'jin to blink. Almost everyone B'jin had ever been close to knew he had never wanted his dragon, and while it wasn't common knowledge, those he was the closest to knew his bond with her was raggard at best, the pair appearing almost to be a perfect combination until Larrikith would press a button, and B'jin was inclined to call her filthy names with little regard for who was around. While the greenrider had a hard time understanding the joy people got from their own bonds, he was perfectly okay with accepting that such a thing did exist. He just didn't understand it, at all.
He'd probably have to do something to show R'nd he wouldn't bite the man's head off for enjoying his dragon's company inside his brain, especially if he'd thrown a tantrum at some point in time when the bluerider was around. B'jin frowned slightly, before snorting out a laughter, and speaking the same time Larrikith did, as if to counter all the negative idle thoughts that had been wandering around in his brain; “Too many little bones!” and the greenrider's nose scrunched up. Larrikith's tone was just as dismissive as she entered both men's minds to state her opinion without bothering to warn either of them. Then she withdrew, sticking her head against a weyrling's window to scold them for something. B'jin ignored her; little bastards should all have been asleep by now!
Curled against R'nd, B'jin watched their fingers link and swallowed a yawn, but ended up laughing softly halfway through, the sound coming out oddly muffled. “That was an interesting day,” B'jin's voice was dry albeit amused, but not because of the final (public!) event of him being at the receiving end of the reinstated lashes. That wasn't worth thinking about and B'jin often forgot he'd even been lashed so violently, never mind the reason for it! Something D'ren likely wouldn't handle very well, but not something B'jin cared to think about. He'd been in far worse situations than that, and Talian and R'nd had both been quite helpful in keeping his back clean and tidy. While scarred, they were hardly the horrible, angry ribbons they could have been. The greenrider very rarely even remembered they were there. Instead, his tone related more to his odd behaviour; he was a reserved, private and shy individual.
Normally, being completely ignored by the entire population of the Weyr likely wouldn't have done all that much to upset him, but it had coincided with a time when I'shan was busy draping himself over his new lover, Par'a had been occupied with something B'jin couldn't recall if he tried, and his other few and far between friends had mostly been talked into staying away from him by the rest of the population, who were either horrified by the show Larrikith had put on, or simply disgusted with him. B'jin had to pause to think why they'd been in trouble, forgetting entirely the terrifying show Larrikith had put on when Talian had tried to kill himself; keening, and throwing people around and snarling like a rabid Wher. B'jin's nose scrunched up, but it vanished quickly as the greenrider shifted to place a light kiss on R'nd's jawline. “A good one,” he purred lightly, tone speckled with his amusement at what the entire day had turned into. Oh, ti had been very good – but so strange. But then, R'nd probably had that affect on him, B'jin decided as he curled back against the bluerider. He did odd things, like staying back after their first flight; he didn't do that (that, too, was Larrikith's fault!).
An eyebrow arched upward at the warning of sorts that came before R'nd's next part of his answer to B'jin's question, the greenrider shifting slightly against him to lean on an elbow, blinking at R'nd curiously as a frown settled over his features, intrigued but slightly worried by the skittish look on R'nd's face. He gave his lover's hand a gentle squeeze, curious to see what it was R'nd was – Oh! Eyebrows shot up as B'jin's face gave away his surprise, brown eyes bright with amusement, surprise and a hint of cautious curiosity. “Our win?” B'jin asked lowly, voice soft and filled with scepticism as he watched R'nd carefully. The bluerider was worried about sounding blue, but B'jin had never heard a less bluerider-ish comment. Blueriders considered themselves the winner, and the green they caught their prize, not a fellow winner. B'jin wasn't sure if he trusted the words used to not be a general slip up, R'nd was wonderful and sweet and a lot of things B'jin didn't have the right words for, but he wasn't quite willing to put money on his friend being that outside the norm!
