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!
05.Jul.12, 08:50 AM
B'jin threw J'ver a vicious look when the other man made his smug comment, eyes burning furiously as he bristled visibly. B'jin was someone that would take anything dished up and laid on him, and probably end up agreeing that he'd deserved every heaping of it to boot. His children, however, were the exception to his rule and B'jin would not let anyone wipe their feet on his spirited little daughter or quietly arrogant little boy. They were his single button, and it was the size of the southern continent and painted bright red for those that found it. J'ver may have found it, but B'jin had no intention of letting the little slime ball actually push it.
The fuel behind the threat followed shortly after, and before B'jin could act on the sudden desire to physically throw J'ver out of his hut and slam the door in his face. Instead, the greenrider's shoulders stiffened and his brown eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare as he stared J'ver. B'jin's lips pursed and he rocked back onto his heels, arms crossing over his chest. He studied the smaller man as he stood up, watching with dark amusement the way he brushed his hands over the area that had been affected by Amorandii's spilt drink.
"Which people," B'jin asked, his tone quiet and calculating as he considered the position he stood in, gaze shifting with a flick to the door to the bedroom as he touched against Larrikith. The little green dragon wasn't home, but she was still able to answer his unasked question. They're awake. Indamor is trying to get Andi to go back to bed. "BED, ANDI. NOW." The sudden bellow was met with a startled squeal from the other side of the door and a patter of feet. B'jin's gaze returned to J'ver, irritation still clear within though it was aimed at the man and not the child; whether J'ver knew or realised that B'jin cared not.
"What kind of information?" His voice was a low murmur now, conscious of the awake children and the presence his dragon was presenting at the forefront of his mind. All three were prone to gossiping when they shouldn't, even if they didn't realise what it was they were even saying. Larrikith would keep her thoughts to herself, but the children were another matter.
Either way, B'jin was not about to give up more information than he needed to to get out of trouble. Being a 'lowly greenrider' was both an advantage and a disadvantage, as much as being D'ren's pet was and B'jin was pretty sure J'ver was in much the same position being as everyone was aware he was S'kef's toy, though unlike J'ver, B'jin had been in all the wrong circles before he'd ended up genuinely liking D'ren. The fact that his initial investment in the man had been to gather facts was not something B'jin was about to release.
The fuel behind the threat followed shortly after, and before B'jin could act on the sudden desire to physically throw J'ver out of his hut and slam the door in his face. Instead, the greenrider's shoulders stiffened and his brown eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare as he stared J'ver. B'jin's lips pursed and he rocked back onto his heels, arms crossing over his chest. He studied the smaller man as he stood up, watching with dark amusement the way he brushed his hands over the area that had been affected by Amorandii's spilt drink.
"Which people," B'jin asked, his tone quiet and calculating as he considered the position he stood in, gaze shifting with a flick to the door to the bedroom as he touched against Larrikith. The little green dragon wasn't home, but she was still able to answer his unasked question. They're awake. Indamor is trying to get Andi to go back to bed. "BED, ANDI. NOW." The sudden bellow was met with a startled squeal from the other side of the door and a patter of feet. B'jin's gaze returned to J'ver, irritation still clear within though it was aimed at the man and not the child; whether J'ver knew or realised that B'jin cared not.
"What kind of information?" His voice was a low murmur now, conscious of the awake children and the presence his dragon was presenting at the forefront of his mind. All three were prone to gossiping when they shouldn't, even if they didn't realise what it was they were even saying. Larrikith would keep her thoughts to herself, but the children were another matter.
Either way, B'jin was not about to give up more information than he needed to to get out of trouble. Being a 'lowly greenrider' was both an advantage and a disadvantage, as much as being D'ren's pet was and B'jin was pretty sure J'ver was in much the same position being as everyone was aware he was S'kef's toy, though unlike J'ver, B'jin had been in all the wrong circles before he'd ended up genuinely liking D'ren. The fact that his initial investment in the man had been to gather facts was not something B'jin was about to release.
