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!
06.May.12, 10:17 AM
That was not an answer the little green dragon wanted to hear, and if the brown had been trying to brush the topic aside, he got the opposite as Larrikith gave a deep hiss of outrage, her wings extending again as she glared at Tyrrisath with furiously lit eyes. Stay out of B'jin's mind! Her shriek was loud enough for all three humans and both dragons to hear, filled with boiling rage. No one bespoke B'jin like that! Upsetting B'jin was not the place of some other dragon! He was her human, and if she wanted him upset she was quite capable of doing that herself! Her lips drew back, displaying her maw full of teeth, before she gave a trumpet of applaud to Ronarth, completely ignoring D'ren when he started berating his dragon for slapping Tyrrisath around the face.
B'jin, despite feeling all but cornered by S'kef, did make a visible attempt to calm his dragon as she responded to the brown, her screech causing him to flinch before he frowned irritably. However, with brown eyes still glued to the Weyrsecond, with cautious distrust, B'jin found his attempt to control the little dragon practically useless. She was ignoring him in favour of supporting Ronarth and the slap he'd given the brown (B'jin snorted with laughter when she shared the image) while D'ren could be heard as he fussed over his dragon. B'jin shrank back from S'kef's expression, a reaction completely in the norm, and though he made no effort to escape, he pointedly kept the heavy piece of furniture between himself and the brownrider he so deeply feared. He watched the brownrider's composure falter for a moment and the greenrider's stance straightened as he, too, was reminded that D'ren was right there!
It didn't stop the deep seated terror the man could bring out in him, but D'ren's protection was something B'jin was coming to take for granted and he enjoyed it, the same way he had enjoyed the security his Wingleader had offered when he'd realised the brownrider was sniffing after the young wingrider he'd been assigned. B'jin had no idea what his 'leader had - or hadn't - known about S'kef, but if the brownrider had found the young man to be smug before he'd had his way with him, it was nothing to how B'jin had blossomed under the protection of the bronzerider he'd been assigned to. Even now, reminded that solid protection was not even the length of his tiny dragon away, B'jin's attitude was adjusting substantially as he eyed S'kef with less fear and more curiosity. D'ren wouldn't let his lapdog hurt him. It didn't occur to B'jin that S'kef could do substantial damage before D'ren returned; he simply didn't believe the man would risk himself in such a manner.
"One does one's best," B'jin quipped cheerfully, as if his dragon wasn't throwing a tantrum on the roof that everyone was privy to, as if the man before him didn't still have B'jin's blood feeling like ice in his veins - but as if he were just another 'rider. He did, however, eye S'kef cautiously as the brownrider leaned against the desk, but when he made no move to try and join B'jin on his side of it, the greenrider allowed himself to relax. Arching his eyebrows and rocking back on his heels as his features converted into the look of mocking innocence that had gotten him in so much trouble with the other man in the beginning (not that B'jin was aware of that; all he knew was that it pissed S'kef off, and that it amused him to watch the man fume) the greenrider tilted his head curiously. "Me?" B'jin asked, eyes widening to complete the look of innocence as he continued to relax cautiously, reassured by S'kef's apparent concern about what D'ren was up to as he, too, kept an ear out for D'ren's movements. The last thing he needed was the Weyrleader to nip off on a nice quiet flight to relax Ronarth! "S'keffy," B'jin purred softly, low enough that if D'ren walked back in he wouldn't hear, "I'm insulted!"
He was baiting a poisonous snake, a creature he knew all too well would enjoy torturing him slowly before actually killing him. Too many turns under D'ren's, and even Nemall's (questionable) protection did little to help the situation, and in fact only encouraged his taunting. Even if he was near pissing himself in fear the entire time, he enjoyed watching S'kef chew at the bit and foam at the mouth. Of course, it could only be a matter of time before he finally stepped over the line, or was thrown in a situation that would retract the protection B'jin flaunted without even realising it. But as he flittered just out of S'kef's reach like his dragon so often did with the brown in Flight, B'jin was completely oblivious to the points stacking up against him.
[sup]Ugh. It's crappy. Sorry.[/sup]
B'jin, despite feeling all but cornered by S'kef, did make a visible attempt to calm his dragon as she responded to the brown, her screech causing him to flinch before he frowned irritably. However, with brown eyes still glued to the Weyrsecond, with cautious distrust, B'jin found his attempt to control the little dragon practically useless. She was ignoring him in favour of supporting Ronarth and the slap he'd given the brown (B'jin snorted with laughter when she shared the image) while D'ren could be heard as he fussed over his dragon. B'jin shrank back from S'kef's expression, a reaction completely in the norm, and though he made no effort to escape, he pointedly kept the heavy piece of furniture between himself and the brownrider he so deeply feared. He watched the brownrider's composure falter for a moment and the greenrider's stance straightened as he, too, was reminded that D'ren was right there!
It didn't stop the deep seated terror the man could bring out in him, but D'ren's protection was something B'jin was coming to take for granted and he enjoyed it, the same way he had enjoyed the security his Wingleader had offered when he'd realised the brownrider was sniffing after the young wingrider he'd been assigned. B'jin had no idea what his 'leader had - or hadn't - known about S'kef, but if the brownrider had found the young man to be smug before he'd had his way with him, it was nothing to how B'jin had blossomed under the protection of the bronzerider he'd been assigned to. Even now, reminded that solid protection was not even the length of his tiny dragon away, B'jin's attitude was adjusting substantially as he eyed S'kef with less fear and more curiosity. D'ren wouldn't let his lapdog hurt him. It didn't occur to B'jin that S'kef could do substantial damage before D'ren returned; he simply didn't believe the man would risk himself in such a manner.
"One does one's best," B'jin quipped cheerfully, as if his dragon wasn't throwing a tantrum on the roof that everyone was privy to, as if the man before him didn't still have B'jin's blood feeling like ice in his veins - but as if he were just another 'rider. He did, however, eye S'kef cautiously as the brownrider leaned against the desk, but when he made no move to try and join B'jin on his side of it, the greenrider allowed himself to relax. Arching his eyebrows and rocking back on his heels as his features converted into the look of mocking innocence that had gotten him in so much trouble with the other man in the beginning (not that B'jin was aware of that; all he knew was that it pissed S'kef off, and that it amused him to watch the man fume) the greenrider tilted his head curiously. "Me?" B'jin asked, eyes widening to complete the look of innocence as he continued to relax cautiously, reassured by S'kef's apparent concern about what D'ren was up to as he, too, kept an ear out for D'ren's movements. The last thing he needed was the Weyrleader to nip off on a nice quiet flight to relax Ronarth! "S'keffy," B'jin purred softly, low enough that if D'ren walked back in he wouldn't hear, "I'm insulted!"
He was baiting a poisonous snake, a creature he knew all too well would enjoy torturing him slowly before actually killing him. Too many turns under D'ren's, and even Nemall's (questionable) protection did little to help the situation, and in fact only encouraged his taunting. Even if he was near pissing himself in fear the entire time, he enjoyed watching S'kef chew at the bit and foam at the mouth. Of course, it could only be a matter of time before he finally stepped over the line, or was thrown in a situation that would retract the protection B'jin flaunted without even realising it. But as he flittered just out of S'kef's reach like his dragon so often did with the brown in Flight, B'jin was completely oblivious to the points stacking up against him.
[sup]Ugh. It's crappy. Sorry.[/sup]
