15.Nov.13, 11:53 AM
Dignity was not something B’jin was displaying in that moment; with his arms flailing above his head in an attempt to keep the firelizards away from him. The greenrider’s hair was sticking up oddly, some strands pulled free from his ponytail, while others were simply mussed up and sticking around his face in rained on tangles, the blonde almost brown from the water. His forearms were streaked in petty scratches, but the gold that came at his face with a screech quickly sent B’jin floundering backwards, to land hard on his arse.
Larrikith! The mental screech was far more angry than anything else, an emotion that didn’t lift when the green dragon peered through his eyes, cackled with amusement, and went back to playing with Grith. B’jin, neither surprised nor pleased, snarled to himself as he managed to finally strike a firelizard, sending a bronze barrelling through the sky and careening into another – it was possibly blue? – With an indignant and outraged screech.
When the attacking and screeching was interrupted by his name, B’jin looked up, arm dropping as brown eyes sought out the source of the voice. Unfortunately, in so doing, he left his face unprotected and the little queen quickly took to exploiting that advantage. B’jin gave another yelp as the firelizard attached herself to his left cheek and made short work of digging the claws in while her tiny maw angled for the greenrider’s terrified eye.
He was saved by the ambling blue dragon, though it took B’jin several moments before he realised the fair was gone, and he was sitting in a murky sand-puddle without attacking claws and teeth of half the rainbow pouring down upon him. A tentative, trembling hand was raised to his left cheek, while his tongue poked gingerly at his bottom lip, which had been torn by a firelizard foot. Bloody fingers were lowered to his thigh, and B’jin wiped them clean even as Larrikith laughed up a storm in his head.
Angry, and incredibly embarrassed, B’jin banished her from his mind and wiped the rest of his face carefully, thankful for the combination of rain, blood and sandy mud to hide the tears that had managed to fall before he got them under control. Being laughed at by Larrikith was not something B’jin ever enjoyed, and looking foolish in front of D’hys (again) didn’t help, but crying would only make that worse. The tell-tale reddening of eyes housing unshed tears was slightly missed by B’jin, who was busy trying to figure out if he’d be better off on his feet, or left in the mud where he was.
He opted for remaining in a pitiful pile in the mud, and just stared up at D’hys without talking. “I hate firelizards,” the pout was terrifyingly childish, as was the pitiful tone of voice he used. Brown eyes dropped from D’hys’ face to look pathetically at his own hands, covered in scratches; light enough to be meaningless, but deep enough to bleed.
Larrikith! The mental screech was far more angry than anything else, an emotion that didn’t lift when the green dragon peered through his eyes, cackled with amusement, and went back to playing with Grith. B’jin, neither surprised nor pleased, snarled to himself as he managed to finally strike a firelizard, sending a bronze barrelling through the sky and careening into another – it was possibly blue? – With an indignant and outraged screech.
When the attacking and screeching was interrupted by his name, B’jin looked up, arm dropping as brown eyes sought out the source of the voice. Unfortunately, in so doing, he left his face unprotected and the little queen quickly took to exploiting that advantage. B’jin gave another yelp as the firelizard attached herself to his left cheek and made short work of digging the claws in while her tiny maw angled for the greenrider’s terrified eye.
He was saved by the ambling blue dragon, though it took B’jin several moments before he realised the fair was gone, and he was sitting in a murky sand-puddle without attacking claws and teeth of half the rainbow pouring down upon him. A tentative, trembling hand was raised to his left cheek, while his tongue poked gingerly at his bottom lip, which had been torn by a firelizard foot. Bloody fingers were lowered to his thigh, and B’jin wiped them clean even as Larrikith laughed up a storm in his head.
Angry, and incredibly embarrassed, B’jin banished her from his mind and wiped the rest of his face carefully, thankful for the combination of rain, blood and sandy mud to hide the tears that had managed to fall before he got them under control. Being laughed at by Larrikith was not something B’jin ever enjoyed, and looking foolish in front of D’hys (again) didn’t help, but crying would only make that worse. The tell-tale reddening of eyes housing unshed tears was slightly missed by B’jin, who was busy trying to figure out if he’d be better off on his feet, or left in the mud where he was.
He opted for remaining in a pitiful pile in the mud, and just stared up at D’hys without talking. “I hate firelizards,” the pout was terrifyingly childish, as was the pitiful tone of voice he used. Brown eyes dropped from D’hys’ face to look pathetically at his own hands, covered in scratches; light enough to be meaningless, but deep enough to bleed.