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!
26.Apr.12, 09:04 AM
Larrikith was a dragon, and as a result, she didn't remember anything more than the past forty eight hours worth of information, and for the little green, even that was pushing it. Her intelligence couldn't be questioned, for she was incredibly smart. But her ability to link events was scarce, and her appearance of remembering things came heavily from drawing on B'jin's memories. As a result, she generally only remembered things that were important to her human, or that were around her on a daily basis. As B'jin's affection for the young healer grew, so too did Larrikith's as a result. However, she was also privy to the young man's mind and his constant discord in his response to her caused the green to be wishy washy in her responses to him. But, B'jin loved him and what digging around she had done in the young man's mind had proved him harmless and the only way he would ever hurt B'jin would be by hurting himself. Having tried that and seen how it resulted, Larrikith doubted the Healer would do so again. He was safe for B'jin to be around, probably good for him, and she found him quirky. As her mind wandered from the young man, she glanced up at the wintery sky, noting that the shade of blue was a spectacular match for Ayyonth's hide, and her thoughts strayed to the young blue. She should bring him exploring! She was sure he'd enjoy it, and their riders could bond in the little clearing! Trilling softly to herself in a manner similar to B'jin's humming, Larrikith pranced through the dappled shade.
B'jin, feeling the gentle waves of pleasant joy radiating from Larrikith, smiled softly and soaked in the warmth of her enjoyment of a lazy afternoon. While often treated as and spoken to as an idiot, B'jin was far from any such thing. Intelligent and cunning when he wanted to be, the greenrider had always been someone that enjoyed pressing buttons and enjoying life. As his life painted itself in darker shades than anyone anticipates or desires, the man had wrapped himself up in the ability to smile through the darkness and to laugh off the hurts. It was easier to smile, shrug and pretend that nothing was wrong than to face the music. He didn't want to remember what he had been through or what it meant. But there was also Larrikith to consider. His dragon was high maintenance at the best of times. B'jin couldn't even imagine what would happen if she managed to unlock the doors to that portion of his mind he kept her out of with a resounding dedication. He had no idea she'd ever glimpsed what was behind those doors, in part thanks to her inability to remember it once the moment had passed alongside B'jin's incapacity at the time.
B'jin chuckled softly at Talian's comment, gaze not leaving the clouds. Unsurprised by the admittance, B'jin's arm around the boy tightened for a moment before relaxing. The greenrider would have been far more surprised if Talian had jumped on the change in game with enthusiasm than he was in the dry sarcasm that left his lips in soft words. The young man - in B'jin's mind - was severely lacking in the area of imagination and childhood games. Of course, while B'jin himself had been thrown into education at much the same age as the boy he was sprawled out beside, the greenrider had been tossed into the Harper Hall, where imagination was encouraged. His daily classes had been compiled as much of learning to read and write as they had been of finger painting and playing games. Talian's mind had been taught to see patterns in words and numbers, to find the errors in the human body. B'jin's had been taught to see pictures in the clouds, to pick out sour notes. Both highly educated men, but their disciplines as different as day and night, it was no surprise to B'jin that Talian was lost as he stared up at the sky.
Talian's comment washed over B'jin with little effect. Like all things that effected the man badly, he had locked his memory of that time away, and recalled little of it immediately. Instead, it was Talian's reaction to his words that caused B'jin to ponder on what had been said until he realised. He made no comment on it, as Talian mumbled his additional explanation and B'jin rolled over himself, lying on his side as he peered at Talian's back. The man's expression was placid as he lifted himself up onto his elbow and leaned over further to peer down at his adopted son's unhappy face. An eyebrow arched slightly, lips quirking. "You can't see the sky curled up like that!" He said gently, amusement lingering in the soft words. Expression twisting mischievously, B'jin's touch was gentle as fingers darted over Talian's ribs, brown eyes bright as B'jin scrambled onto his knees and attacked Talian with a wicked little laugh.
What are you doing? Larrikith's voice fluttered to both as she picked up on B'jin's sudden spike of playfully evil intentions and she peered through his eyes and down at the young man her bonded was attacking. "Tickling!" B'jin giggled gleefully, before squealing indignantly as his dragon's voice once more filled both his mind and that of his young ward. B'jin is extremely ticklish. Larrikith told Talian with wicked pleasure.
B'jin, feeling the gentle waves of pleasant joy radiating from Larrikith, smiled softly and soaked in the warmth of her enjoyment of a lazy afternoon. While often treated as and spoken to as an idiot, B'jin was far from any such thing. Intelligent and cunning when he wanted to be, the greenrider had always been someone that enjoyed pressing buttons and enjoying life. As his life painted itself in darker shades than anyone anticipates or desires, the man had wrapped himself up in the ability to smile through the darkness and to laugh off the hurts. It was easier to smile, shrug and pretend that nothing was wrong than to face the music. He didn't want to remember what he had been through or what it meant. But there was also Larrikith to consider. His dragon was high maintenance at the best of times. B'jin couldn't even imagine what would happen if she managed to unlock the doors to that portion of his mind he kept her out of with a resounding dedication. He had no idea she'd ever glimpsed what was behind those doors, in part thanks to her inability to remember it once the moment had passed alongside B'jin's incapacity at the time.
B'jin chuckled softly at Talian's comment, gaze not leaving the clouds. Unsurprised by the admittance, B'jin's arm around the boy tightened for a moment before relaxing. The greenrider would have been far more surprised if Talian had jumped on the change in game with enthusiasm than he was in the dry sarcasm that left his lips in soft words. The young man - in B'jin's mind - was severely lacking in the area of imagination and childhood games. Of course, while B'jin himself had been thrown into education at much the same age as the boy he was sprawled out beside, the greenrider had been tossed into the Harper Hall, where imagination was encouraged. His daily classes had been compiled as much of learning to read and write as they had been of finger painting and playing games. Talian's mind had been taught to see patterns in words and numbers, to find the errors in the human body. B'jin's had been taught to see pictures in the clouds, to pick out sour notes. Both highly educated men, but their disciplines as different as day and night, it was no surprise to B'jin that Talian was lost as he stared up at the sky.
Talian's comment washed over B'jin with little effect. Like all things that effected the man badly, he had locked his memory of that time away, and recalled little of it immediately. Instead, it was Talian's reaction to his words that caused B'jin to ponder on what had been said until he realised. He made no comment on it, as Talian mumbled his additional explanation and B'jin rolled over himself, lying on his side as he peered at Talian's back. The man's expression was placid as he lifted himself up onto his elbow and leaned over further to peer down at his adopted son's unhappy face. An eyebrow arched slightly, lips quirking. "You can't see the sky curled up like that!" He said gently, amusement lingering in the soft words. Expression twisting mischievously, B'jin's touch was gentle as fingers darted over Talian's ribs, brown eyes bright as B'jin scrambled onto his knees and attacked Talian with a wicked little laugh.
What are you doing? Larrikith's voice fluttered to both as she picked up on B'jin's sudden spike of playfully evil intentions and she peered through his eyes and down at the young man her bonded was attacking. "Tickling!" B'jin giggled gleefully, before squealing indignantly as his dragon's voice once more filled both his mind and that of his young ward. B'jin is extremely ticklish. Larrikith told Talian with wicked pleasure.
