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.Mar.19, 01:05 PM
Vessaelia’s mild reply had B’jin frowning, though he hid it mostly behind a sip of his own drink, turning to look out over the scenery before them. The frustration he felt at her answer surprised him, and yet, it didn’t. It was, he knew, unfair to expect more of her than he had given when he was in the same position but… Well, B’jin hadn’t known anyone who didn’t want their dragon when he’d Impressed to Larrikith, and he wondered if things might have been different between his own green and their relationship if he had.
“You’re not fine,” B’jin said firmly, though there was no heat in his words. “Your classmates are thriving; you are struggling to get through each day.” B’jin was fairly sure the only reason Vessaelia wasn’t wallowing in unwashed smelly glory was because neither she nor her dragonet would let her fall into that pit. Which, honestly, was a good thing, but that didn’t mean it was that way for the right reasons.
Sighing softly, B’jin finished the last of his drink and set the glass down. “Look, Vessaelia, don’t fuck up your life.” B’jin said firmly, frowning as he stared at her, hoping the strong language would make the girl stop and listen to what he was saying. Sometimes shock factors like that worked, and she was delicate and feminine and ladylike in a way that made B’jin quite sure she would be wide eyed at his swearing, though he had no doubt she’d heard it all before. “If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine; but you aren’t alone.”
Gentle, love, Larrikith crooned softly, and B’jin looked up as the green dragon made her way towards them, the Weyrling not far behind. She could feel her rider’s frustration as she flopped down onto the ground not far away, the cool snow under her body making her hide tingle. She’ll think you’re bullying her like everyone else. They may just need a bit of time.
Turning his gaze away from his dragon, B’jin pulled himself into an upright sitting position, and poured some more water into his glass, wishing he’d brought some wine with him. Wine would make everything so much better! “It could be worse,” B’jin said dryly as he peered into the glass of water sadly. “She could have been a blue.” Lifting his gaze from the cup, even as he took a sip, B’jin gave Vessaelia an amused look.
“You’re not fine,” B’jin said firmly, though there was no heat in his words. “Your classmates are thriving; you are struggling to get through each day.” B’jin was fairly sure the only reason Vessaelia wasn’t wallowing in unwashed smelly glory was because neither she nor her dragonet would let her fall into that pit. Which, honestly, was a good thing, but that didn’t mean it was that way for the right reasons.
Sighing softly, B’jin finished the last of his drink and set the glass down. “Look, Vessaelia, don’t fuck up your life.” B’jin said firmly, frowning as he stared at her, hoping the strong language would make the girl stop and listen to what he was saying. Sometimes shock factors like that worked, and she was delicate and feminine and ladylike in a way that made B’jin quite sure she would be wide eyed at his swearing, though he had no doubt she’d heard it all before. “If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine; but you aren’t alone.”
Turning his gaze away from his dragon, B’jin pulled himself into an upright sitting position, and poured some more water into his glass, wishing he’d brought some wine with him. Wine would make everything so much better! “It could be worse,” B’jin said dryly as he peered into the glass of water sadly. “She could have been a blue.” Lifting his gaze from the cup, even as he took a sip, B’jin gave Vessaelia an amused look.
