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!
04.Feb.12, 03:15 AM
Kerrin, for his part, continued to appear completely unfazed by B'jin's current state of wherry-brained eccentricity, for unlike the other Candidates he had seen his fair share of whacked out greenriders running about Katila in various states of flight-induced rage the past 12 or so turns since the weyr's establishment. It sure was hard to believe Talian's insistence that nothing untoward was going on between he and the older man with the rider crushing him possessively to his chest like that, though. Just as he was about to mumble something to Par'a about how no one would ever be catching him with any 80 year old blue or brownriders if he were to Impress a green, B'jin's indignant bellow silenced whatever words could have fallen from his mouth, and the teenaged weyrbrat's jaw snapped closed with an audible click of his teeth.
Unfortunately, Kerrin's wide-eyed expression of humbled silence was short-lived, for it was quickly replaced with a barely stifled snicker and a clearly amused smirk that he did very little to hide behind the hand that muffled his laughter. He was starting to grow concerned about Talian, he really was - for the healer seemed to be growing more breathless and panicked by the second, and was so twitchy at this point that he could have been vibrating - but B'jin's insistence that he was ABSOLUTELY NOT proddy was just getting hilarious by this point... and when Talian stuttering something or other about his girlfriend-back-home the boy simply could not contain his commentary any longer.
"Look, Talian," Kerrin started, pausing a moment to finish off the last bit of his roll and, once he'd swallowed it, continuing on with wide, sweeping gestures of his hands. "Just 'cause you like girls doesn't mean you don't also like guys, all right? You don't have to hide who you are here." The boy paused again, amber eyes following Valerian's back as he watched the other man walk off for a refill of his klah... and then promptly turned back to the group at large.
"And anyway," Kerrin carried on, unconcerned by Valerian's mandate to stop talking, because when did he ever listen to anything like that? Some newbie Stolen certainly wasn't going to succeed where dozens of exasperated Katilan weyrfolk had failed. Nor did he seem too worried about the exceedingly casual way he addressed the spastic greenrider, for as one of the very few Katilan weyrbrat-turned-Candidates thus far Kerrin was still far too used to treating dragonriders as his friends and communal babysitters rather than his superiors. "B'jin, before you hug Talian to death, think about it. Don't you think Larrikith has been looking pretty green these past few days?"
Unfortunately, Kerrin's wide-eyed expression of humbled silence was short-lived, for it was quickly replaced with a barely stifled snicker and a clearly amused smirk that he did very little to hide behind the hand that muffled his laughter. He was starting to grow concerned about Talian, he really was - for the healer seemed to be growing more breathless and panicked by the second, and was so twitchy at this point that he could have been vibrating - but B'jin's insistence that he was ABSOLUTELY NOT proddy was just getting hilarious by this point... and when Talian stuttering something or other about his girlfriend-back-home the boy simply could not contain his commentary any longer.
"Look, Talian," Kerrin started, pausing a moment to finish off the last bit of his roll and, once he'd swallowed it, continuing on with wide, sweeping gestures of his hands. "Just 'cause you like girls doesn't mean you don't also like guys, all right? You don't have to hide who you are here." The boy paused again, amber eyes following Valerian's back as he watched the other man walk off for a refill of his klah... and then promptly turned back to the group at large.
"And anyway," Kerrin carried on, unconcerned by Valerian's mandate to stop talking, because when did he ever listen to anything like that? Some newbie Stolen certainly wasn't going to succeed where dozens of exasperated Katilan weyrfolk had failed. Nor did he seem too worried about the exceedingly casual way he addressed the spastic greenrider, for as one of the very few Katilan weyrbrat-turned-Candidates thus far Kerrin was still far too used to treating dragonriders as his friends and communal babysitters rather than his superiors. "B'jin, before you hug Talian to death, think about it. Don't you think Larrikith has been looking pretty green these past few days?"
