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.19, 08:32 AM
B’jin lead Vessaelia quietly to the blanket he’d prepared just before making his way to Indivara’s class; it was located in the shade of a large tree, but not too close to the trunk. A skin of between cooled water was resting just off the blanket beside two sturdy cups. B’jin smiled gently at the question the young greenrider posed, but didn’t stop their travels towards the picknick as he responded. “Well,” B’jin smiled, tilting his head to wink playfully at Vessaelia, “I’m quite sure you don’t want more details,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” B’jin invited, when they reached the small blanket. He settled himself down beside his guitar, setting it carefully aside along with the cared for wooden box within which his paints, brushes and some parchment was kept. He’d been painting some of the young dragons as they went through their lessons; B’jin rather enjoyed giving the images as graduation gifts, and figured that Indivara wasn’t really the type to take to such things, even if their graduation was still quite a distance away.
After pouring the water into the two glasses, B’jin handed one to Vessaelia and took a sip from his own as he studied the young woman thoughtfully. After a long silence, as he internalised about the best course of action when it came to talking to the young woman, B’jin leaned back on to one elbow on the blanket, and stared up at the sky. It was clear, but there was still the cold sting of winter in the air, and the snow under the thick blanket wouldn’t stay frozen forever. “I was never meant to Impress,” B’jin said mildly, still looking up at the sky. “I was attending the Hatching along with the Lord and Lady of Telgar. We were chatting, Amarilla and I,” B’jin was quite lost in the past, still staring up at the sky as a fluffy cloud appeared.
“And suddenly… Larrikith.” B’jin grimaced with deep distaste at an event that usually caused people exponential joy. He turned to look at Vessaelia. “You are doing better than I did,” he said softly, grimacing, “it was months before I would say her name, and she refused to share it with any of the other dragons or people. We went by a number of interesting names in the meantime.” He didn’t bother to say that at least she had wanted a dragon, even if it wasn’t the one she ended up with. That would have been callous, and wouldn’t help Vessaelia come to accept her new lot in life.
“Vessaelia…” B’jin sat up a little bit, and met the Weyrling’s eye seriously. “Your relationship with Tiath may never be what you imagined, or what your classmates have with their dragons. But I want to try to help you; I don’t want you to have what I have with Larrikith.” An undertone of anxiety rippled through B’jin’s words and across his face. He didn’t know how he’d explain to Vessaelia his relationship with Larrikith, but he would if she asked, and he sincerely didn’t want the girl to spend the next seventy plus turns struggling with a dragon she couldn’t stand on a day to day basis.
“Please, make yourself comfortable,” B’jin invited, when they reached the small blanket. He settled himself down beside his guitar, setting it carefully aside along with the cared for wooden box within which his paints, brushes and some parchment was kept. He’d been painting some of the young dragons as they went through their lessons; B’jin rather enjoyed giving the images as graduation gifts, and figured that Indivara wasn’t really the type to take to such things, even if their graduation was still quite a distance away.
After pouring the water into the two glasses, B’jin handed one to Vessaelia and took a sip from his own as he studied the young woman thoughtfully. After a long silence, as he internalised about the best course of action when it came to talking to the young woman, B’jin leaned back on to one elbow on the blanket, and stared up at the sky. It was clear, but there was still the cold sting of winter in the air, and the snow under the thick blanket wouldn’t stay frozen forever. “I was never meant to Impress,” B’jin said mildly, still looking up at the sky. “I was attending the Hatching along with the Lord and Lady of Telgar. We were chatting, Amarilla and I,” B’jin was quite lost in the past, still staring up at the sky as a fluffy cloud appeared.
“And suddenly… Larrikith.” B’jin grimaced with deep distaste at an event that usually caused people exponential joy. He turned to look at Vessaelia. “You are doing better than I did,” he said softly, grimacing, “it was months before I would say her name, and she refused to share it with any of the other dragons or people. We went by a number of interesting names in the meantime.” He didn’t bother to say that at least she had wanted a dragon, even if it wasn’t the one she ended up with. That would have been callous, and wouldn’t help Vessaelia come to accept her new lot in life.
“Vessaelia…” B’jin sat up a little bit, and met the Weyrling’s eye seriously. “Your relationship with Tiath may never be what you imagined, or what your classmates have with their dragons. But I want to try to help you; I don’t want you to have what I have with Larrikith.” An undertone of anxiety rippled through B’jin’s words and across his face. He didn’t know how he’d explain to Vessaelia his relationship with Larrikith, but he would if she asked, and he sincerely didn’t want the girl to spend the next seventy plus turns struggling with a dragon she couldn’t stand on a day to day basis.
