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!
27.Mar.13, 09:02 AM
The soft sound of his name called B’jin’s still horrified gaze away from where S’kef had marched off with a group of riders. He was still in shock, not only that R’ana had had the guts to step up and make a scene – the woman was in quite enough deep water as it was! Why was she attracting attention?! – but then Valerian had decided that graduating was for the weak and he’d rather die by S’kef’s hand than be a big rider. B’jin was quite sure he had suffered at least six heart attacks, which only intensified when Talian had stepped forward. A bluerider, bringing the green another shot, had grabbed him by the elbow as B’jin swayed in horror. They were all going to die and he wouldn’t be able to stop it!
A mumbled comment from the bluerider had helped shake B’jin back to reality as Valerian and Talian moved in one direction, and S’kef lead the trouble makers in another, with R’nya trotting along behind like an obedient hound. B’jin watched them for a moment, before swiftly seeking out where Talian and Valerian had made off to. He threw back the shot the bluerider had brought him without noticing and handed the empty glass back with a visibly trembling hand. Smirking, with a shake of his head, the bluerider went to get him another one. It wasn’t until Valerian and Talian decided to act all sweet and adorable that B’jin started to relax, a small smirk flickering over his lips as he took another shot glass and flashed a quick smile at the other man before waving him off.
The Harpers had been attended by a non-rider for most events, but with most of them being greenriders with various levels of submissive natures, the blueriders had quickly figured out that if they supplied the booze, the party got far more entertaining. It was still little more than rumour, but when someone from Telgar had let slip that B’jin could be pushed to sing lewd songs if he was drunk enough, that had swiftly become the new goal. An unreached one thus far, as was often the case with B’jin, but one many of the more quirky blueriders had set sights on. Even if they hadn’t managed to get him to sing lewd songs yet, a drunken B’jin was often amusing in his own right. It was kind of funny, to see the timid greenrider get so obnoxious on stage.
Looking down at Rhaedalyn with a slightly unfocused gaze – how many shots had he had, now? They never let him have a proper glass of wine! It was terrible! They were always shoving the crappy Katilan liquor down his throat. B’jin huffed dramatically before blinking and then grinning at Rhaedalyn. The expression was edged with a naughty air as he bowed elegantly to the girl, throwing her a rakish wink as he straightened and turned around just as extravagantly, clapping his hands together once. “The lady wishes to dance!” He waited impatiently as the other ‘riders (and a few stray non) tottered around the stage and set up, grabbing instruments and alcohol and seats before setting down once more. B’jin nodded, before stating the title of the song – an upbeat love song that was popular in Holds with the Ladies (at least pre-Impression, anyway! Or was it pre-plague?) – and he spun around to face the audience.
The greenrider threw back another shot, the alcohol apparently going unnoticed as he opened his mouth to begin singing a breath later, voice rich and without slurr.
A mumbled comment from the bluerider had helped shake B’jin back to reality as Valerian and Talian moved in one direction, and S’kef lead the trouble makers in another, with R’nya trotting along behind like an obedient hound. B’jin watched them for a moment, before swiftly seeking out where Talian and Valerian had made off to. He threw back the shot the bluerider had brought him without noticing and handed the empty glass back with a visibly trembling hand. Smirking, with a shake of his head, the bluerider went to get him another one. It wasn’t until Valerian and Talian decided to act all sweet and adorable that B’jin started to relax, a small smirk flickering over his lips as he took another shot glass and flashed a quick smile at the other man before waving him off.
The Harpers had been attended by a non-rider for most events, but with most of them being greenriders with various levels of submissive natures, the blueriders had quickly figured out that if they supplied the booze, the party got far more entertaining. It was still little more than rumour, but when someone from Telgar had let slip that B’jin could be pushed to sing lewd songs if he was drunk enough, that had swiftly become the new goal. An unreached one thus far, as was often the case with B’jin, but one many of the more quirky blueriders had set sights on. Even if they hadn’t managed to get him to sing lewd songs yet, a drunken B’jin was often amusing in his own right. It was kind of funny, to see the timid greenrider get so obnoxious on stage.
Looking down at Rhaedalyn with a slightly unfocused gaze – how many shots had he had, now? They never let him have a proper glass of wine! It was terrible! They were always shoving the crappy Katilan liquor down his throat. B’jin huffed dramatically before blinking and then grinning at Rhaedalyn. The expression was edged with a naughty air as he bowed elegantly to the girl, throwing her a rakish wink as he straightened and turned around just as extravagantly, clapping his hands together once. “The lady wishes to dance!” He waited impatiently as the other ‘riders (and a few stray non) tottered around the stage and set up, grabbing instruments and alcohol and seats before setting down once more. B’jin nodded, before stating the title of the song – an upbeat love song that was popular in Holds with the Ladies (at least pre-Impression, anyway! Or was it pre-plague?) – and he spun around to face the audience.
The greenrider threw back another shot, the alcohol apparently going unnoticed as he opened his mouth to begin singing a breath later, voice rich and without slurr.
