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!
03.Feb.12, 07:17 AM
B'jin's eyes flashed in warning at Lymsleia's expression, as if he could read her very thoughts and his very stance simply dared her to contradict him. Her little speech was given nothing more than a disgusted look before he turned his attention away dismissivly. She would get her own medicine bag if that was what she wanted, but he wouldn't have a lowly candidate - no matter what secondary rank she currently held, which was moot the moment she stepped into Candidacy at any rate - bossing any of his fellow riders around. All of them should have undergone enough lessons by this point ot know that they were lower on the ranking social ladder than even the Weyrbrats that ran around under everyone's feet. Lips twitching in an angry sneer, B'jin dismissed her.
He then tried to process what it was that Talian had done to himself to cause the every situation they were currently all involved in. The boy was having a mental breakdown, obviously! B'jin's attention, however, was instead captured firmly by Par'a, and he turned a thunderous glare upon the elder greenrider, his very posture indignant and filled with a vile outrage. "I am not proddy!" B'jin snapped, scowling irritably at Par'a as if she had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Proddy indeed! What nerve! The very idea was absolutely outlandish! What in the name of Faranth could possibly have caused her to think he, B'jin were anything remotely related to proddy?! It was just beyond him! Speaking of which;
"What?!" B'jin yelped, so startled that he lost all other emotions, and everything Talian said swept past him in a torrent unheard, in exchange for staring at Kerrin as if the weyrbrat were completely wherry brained. He thought what now?! The greenrider stared at Kerrin, eyes huge, even as he wrapped his arms around Talian as the boy leaned towards him, and held him comfortably to himself. He? Hit on Talian? The thought alone was almost too much to process. How could anyone think he could possibly be hitting on Talian?! It was ludicrous! That's what it was! Ludicrous! B'jin opened his mouth, more than prepared to give the young Katilan a thorough talking to on exactly how many levels of wrong bedding Talian would be, when Para' got in first and championed the very lot of them and their wildly outlandish train of thoughts. Expression filled with rage, B'jin opened his mouth and called attention upon the entire group with two words.
"HOLD UP!" He bellowed, voice loud and to the full capacity of a dragonrider that had spent the better part of his life in the official Harper Hall. Several other occupants within the Hall froze and turned to watch the goings on, but the very proddy green rider in question was only focused on those that surrounded him in a gossiping circle that apparently seemed to feel he and Talian were some kind of icon of Dragonrider lust! B'jin sat there, his arms tight and reassuring around Talian as he stared at them all, waiting angrily for their attention before he began a lecture for all their information - because apparently, they were not very well educated!
"Firstly, I am much better than 'just decent'," he snapped at Valerian. Priorities must be made, and B'jin had carefully manicured pride that needed to be protected at all costs. He was much better than 'decent enough'! It was hardly his fault the young man hadn't found anyone as amazing as B'jin to hold onto, or to enjoy and could obviously only dream of one day being involved with someone of such an amazing scale as B'jin himself obviously resided upon. Brown eyes narrowed in a dangerous glare at Valerian, before he turned that same gaze sharply upon Par'a, and a sneer formed upon his lips. "I am not proddy and I most certainly did not get a child I consider my own tangled in my bed sheets!"
Thoroughly satisfied with that response, B'jin glared around the party of on lookers, daring any of them to contradict him. He was not proddy. Being proddy would mean Larrikith was about to fly, and she was most certainly not due to fly. B'jin, stubborn in that fact, refused to dignify their accusations by doing the maths that would have told him she was due to fly the day before.
He then tried to process what it was that Talian had done to himself to cause the every situation they were currently all involved in. The boy was having a mental breakdown, obviously! B'jin's attention, however, was instead captured firmly by Par'a, and he turned a thunderous glare upon the elder greenrider, his very posture indignant and filled with a vile outrage. "I am not proddy!" B'jin snapped, scowling irritably at Par'a as if she had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. Proddy indeed! What nerve! The very idea was absolutely outlandish! What in the name of Faranth could possibly have caused her to think he, B'jin were anything remotely related to proddy?! It was just beyond him! Speaking of which;
"What?!" B'jin yelped, so startled that he lost all other emotions, and everything Talian said swept past him in a torrent unheard, in exchange for staring at Kerrin as if the weyrbrat were completely wherry brained. He thought what now?! The greenrider stared at Kerrin, eyes huge, even as he wrapped his arms around Talian as the boy leaned towards him, and held him comfortably to himself. He? Hit on Talian? The thought alone was almost too much to process. How could anyone think he could possibly be hitting on Talian?! It was ludicrous! That's what it was! Ludicrous! B'jin opened his mouth, more than prepared to give the young Katilan a thorough talking to on exactly how many levels of wrong bedding Talian would be, when Para' got in first and championed the very lot of them and their wildly outlandish train of thoughts. Expression filled with rage, B'jin opened his mouth and called attention upon the entire group with two words.
"HOLD UP!" He bellowed, voice loud and to the full capacity of a dragonrider that had spent the better part of his life in the official Harper Hall. Several other occupants within the Hall froze and turned to watch the goings on, but the very proddy green rider in question was only focused on those that surrounded him in a gossiping circle that apparently seemed to feel he and Talian were some kind of icon of Dragonrider lust! B'jin sat there, his arms tight and reassuring around Talian as he stared at them all, waiting angrily for their attention before he began a lecture for all their information - because apparently, they were not very well educated!
"Firstly, I am much better than 'just decent'," he snapped at Valerian. Priorities must be made, and B'jin had carefully manicured pride that needed to be protected at all costs. He was much better than 'decent enough'! It was hardly his fault the young man hadn't found anyone as amazing as B'jin to hold onto, or to enjoy and could obviously only dream of one day being involved with someone of such an amazing scale as B'jin himself obviously resided upon. Brown eyes narrowed in a dangerous glare at Valerian, before he turned that same gaze sharply upon Par'a, and a sneer formed upon his lips. "I am not proddy and I most certainly did not get a child I consider my own tangled in my bed sheets!"
Thoroughly satisfied with that response, B'jin glared around the party of on lookers, daring any of them to contradict him. He was not proddy. Being proddy would mean Larrikith was about to fly, and she was most certainly not due to fly. B'jin, stubborn in that fact, refused to dignify their accusations by doing the maths that would have told him she was due to fly the day before.
