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.Feb.12, 09:40 PM
B'jin scrubbed a hand over his face, and flicked his wet hair out of his eyes. He'd need to get it trimmed soon, as if he could find someone to do it. Everyone wanted something for something these days, and apparently singing just didn't cover it any more. Irritating, but understandable he supposed, as he swept around his bedroom like a whirlwind of motion. Katila didn't have the use of Marks, like Northern Pern did, and for the new comers it was weird, having to actually use a trading system that hadn't been used with any serious intent for decades. Well, it was the main form of bartering in Katila, and he supposed that the new comers would just have to cope - the rest of them had!
Flicking his head, and causing the wet strands of hair to fly, B'jin shrugged his shoulders as he left the now clean bedroom and began to work on the kitchen and dining table. They were a mess of plates and food, with attempts at cleaning being particularly obvious, but just as obviously, such attempts were probably made by his five turn old daughter while her slightly older brother watched in amusement. B'jin felt they were growing up far too fast - eight and five! And yet, as he surveyed the mess the children had made of his kitchenette, B'jin concluded that they still had a long way to go. Sighing, the man began to clean up the mess.
Larri, where are you lot? As he went about his task, B'jin let his mind wander to the dragon that had become his soul mate, and rejoiced in the light and casual contact as their consciousnesses touched. The dragon was preoccupied, but that was to be expected, when she was baby sitting. He couldn't get her to do that when he wanted some time off, of course, but the dragon was more than happy to steal the children on a whim.
Out over the Eastern Hunting Ranges, she responded, letting her rider see the view she had from the sky. B'jin twitched slightly at the height the dragon was coasting at.
"Please tell me you have straps on," B'jin groaned, speaking aloud.
Of course! Not that Andi was very impressed, amusement and tolerance coloured her tone. Indamor is getting good at putting them on. He only had one query. Pride wrought through her tone here, and he could tell by the way her mind shifted that she was including the children in her half of the conversation.
You have a visitor, Larrikith added, picking up on what B'jin hadn't realised he'd heard. Frowning, the greenrider pulled his mind away from Larrikith and the children she had taken for an early morning flight, and turned to look at his door. Still frowning, he made his way across the hut and to the door. Reaching it, he pulled it open carefully and only enough to allow a sliver of his body to fulfil the gap.
"Talian!?" Shock etched across the dragonrider's face - he had not expected the young healer to seek him out, and he blinked twice.
Flicking his head, and causing the wet strands of hair to fly, B'jin shrugged his shoulders as he left the now clean bedroom and began to work on the kitchen and dining table. They were a mess of plates and food, with attempts at cleaning being particularly obvious, but just as obviously, such attempts were probably made by his five turn old daughter while her slightly older brother watched in amusement. B'jin felt they were growing up far too fast - eight and five! And yet, as he surveyed the mess the children had made of his kitchenette, B'jin concluded that they still had a long way to go. Sighing, the man began to clean up the mess.
Larri, where are you lot? As he went about his task, B'jin let his mind wander to the dragon that had become his soul mate, and rejoiced in the light and casual contact as their consciousnesses touched. The dragon was preoccupied, but that was to be expected, when she was baby sitting. He couldn't get her to do that when he wanted some time off, of course, but the dragon was more than happy to steal the children on a whim.
Out over the Eastern Hunting Ranges, she responded, letting her rider see the view she had from the sky. B'jin twitched slightly at the height the dragon was coasting at.
"Please tell me you have straps on," B'jin groaned, speaking aloud.
Of course! Not that Andi was very impressed, amusement and tolerance coloured her tone. Indamor is getting good at putting them on. He only had one query. Pride wrought through her tone here, and he could tell by the way her mind shifted that she was including the children in her half of the conversation.
You have a visitor, Larrikith added, picking up on what B'jin hadn't realised he'd heard. Frowning, the greenrider pulled his mind away from Larrikith and the children she had taken for an early morning flight, and turned to look at his door. Still frowning, he made his way across the hut and to the door. Reaching it, he pulled it open carefully and only enough to allow a sliver of his body to fulfil the gap.
"Talian!?" Shock etched across the dragonrider's face - he had not expected the young healer to seek him out, and he blinked twice.
