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!
15.Jun.18, 11:28 AM
B’jin was in a good mood! He had had a meeting with the Weyrleader earlier in the morning, then gone home to share his news with R’nd, which obviously included several rounds of celebratory sex, before they’d decided to actually get up (again) and face the day once more. B’jin had opted for a nice bath (R’nd free, unfortunately!) before dressing and making his way lazily down to the Dining Hall for lunch. The greenrider was still happily glowing from his enjoyable morning when he loaded up a plate and settled down to eat. He looked up curiously when a young rider approached him, recognising the kid and smiled bashfully when his guitar was handed to him. He’d gotten rather drunk last night celebrating with the majority of the Weyr the successful maiden flight of Bedith.
Setting his guitar aside carefully, it was an especially treasured item now that it had cost his son his arm, B’jin glanced up when he felt a gaze on him, and his warm brown gaze flickered around for several moments before he spotted Mulrissa doing a really good job of not looking in his direction. B’jin laughed softly to himself and waited for the woman to look in his direction again. When she did, he raised his arm and his eyebrows, grinning widely and making it clear that if she didn’t come over to join him on her own terms, he’d start yelling out her name and let everyone know she was in the Hall.
Mulrissa’s apparent hesitation as she joined him wasn’t invisible to B’jin, and his expression softened from mischievous to gentle warmth. “Maiden flights leave a lot to be desired,” he said gently, his gaze drifting to her plate and taking in what it was she’d loaded onto her plate, before dropping his attention to his own plate and taking a bite of bread slathered with a thick layer of butter. Healthy eating had never been much on B’jin’s list of to-dos, and he mostly avoided getting fat by engaging in high amounts of sex with R’nd, and occasionally bathing his dragon. As a result, his figure under his clothing was a lot softer than most dragonriders, but still a hell of a lot more muscular and fitter than anyone not living in a Weyr.
“I’d tell you it gets better with age,” he said mildly, having swallowed his mouthful of food and smiling, “but that would probably be a lie. It mostly depends on who your dragon takes a shine to.” It had taken Larrikith some twenty years or so before she finally settled on a mate, and while B’jin couldn’t be happier, she still kept him on his toes by making pacts with Ayyonth and a couple of other blues. Thankfully, Veeth hadn’t taken a shine to winning a flight in quite a while, and D’hys hadn’t been within Telgar too frequently to catch when Larrikith flew, but B’jin knew it was only a matter of time. He could hear Larrikith laughing in the back of his mind, and knew she was telling Ayyonth about his thoughts.
Setting his guitar aside carefully, it was an especially treasured item now that it had cost his son his arm, B’jin glanced up when he felt a gaze on him, and his warm brown gaze flickered around for several moments before he spotted Mulrissa doing a really good job of not looking in his direction. B’jin laughed softly to himself and waited for the woman to look in his direction again. When she did, he raised his arm and his eyebrows, grinning widely and making it clear that if she didn’t come over to join him on her own terms, he’d start yelling out her name and let everyone know she was in the Hall.
Mulrissa’s apparent hesitation as she joined him wasn’t invisible to B’jin, and his expression softened from mischievous to gentle warmth. “Maiden flights leave a lot to be desired,” he said gently, his gaze drifting to her plate and taking in what it was she’d loaded onto her plate, before dropping his attention to his own plate and taking a bite of bread slathered with a thick layer of butter. Healthy eating had never been much on B’jin’s list of to-dos, and he mostly avoided getting fat by engaging in high amounts of sex with R’nd, and occasionally bathing his dragon. As a result, his figure under his clothing was a lot softer than most dragonriders, but still a hell of a lot more muscular and fitter than anyone not living in a Weyr.
“I’d tell you it gets better with age,” he said mildly, having swallowed his mouthful of food and smiling, “but that would probably be a lie. It mostly depends on who your dragon takes a shine to.” It had taken Larrikith some twenty years or so before she finally settled on a mate, and while B’jin couldn’t be happier, she still kept him on his toes by making pacts with Ayyonth and a couple of other blues. Thankfully, Veeth hadn’t taken a shine to winning a flight in quite a while, and D’hys hadn’t been within Telgar too frequently to catch when Larrikith flew, but B’jin knew it was only a matter of time. He could hear Larrikith laughing in the back of his mind, and knew she was telling Ayyonth about his thoughts.
