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!
16.Feb.12, 08:26 PM
B'jin watched in amusement from the corner of his eye as the younger Harper put off sliding down Larrikith for as long as possible. He could understand the alluring quality that a dragon offered; strong, beautiful and, for these kids, something that were supposed to be long lost. Even as he oiled the underside of Larrikith's outstretched wing, B'jin wondered absently how it would feel, to be suddenly told that the dragon population wasn't as dead and gone as many had spent the past decade and a half believing. He'd stolen enough of the youngsters running around to have some idea of what they went through, but it was a very different thing to see as to feel.
The man's wandering mind was brought back from between when Valerain spoke, and the greenrider peered out from under Larrikith's wing to meet the young man's eye. "Silly beast walked past three handfuls of Candidates and climbed halfway up the Stands to get to me." B'jin said drolly, his expression flat. He had been so captivated by recording the Impression of her brothers and sisters he'd hardly seen the little green creeling for his attention at the steps. She had quickly rectified that, of course.
You wouldn't believe the effort I had to go to, to get the fool's attention, Larrikith added blandly, eyeing Valerian off. B'jin snorted in amusement and stepped out from under her wing, giving it a light push; Larrikith obliged by tucking it to her side neatly and outstretched the other, amusement visible in her sparkling eyes which were whirling swiftly.
"Not that she remembers it personally." He muttered, amused, as he stepped to her other side to do the offered wing. "But she spends enough time manipulating my memories to think she does." Their mental bond was close; half the time B'jin wasn't even sure where his thoughts started and hers ended. Other times, trying to dig into the dragon's brain was impossible. Of course, he was just as skilled at blocking her when he needed to. Weyrling training had its perks.
"Larri's taste is questionable," B'jin laughed, "as for her flights-" he shrugged, "we survive them." He shot Larrikith an amused look before nodding thoughtfully. "You're most welcome. Perhaps we'll see you again." It was an open ended invitation more than a question, said lightly for the young Harper to take or leave as he wished, without having to specify either.
You are welcome, Little Musician. Larrikith chirped, amused. It was indeed enjoyable, her tone was many things on that one, mischief thick. Don't forget your guitar! B'jin did once. Didn't hear the end of it for weeks. Exhaling gustily in Valerian's face, Larrikith watched the young man fondly before snorting at B'jin, apparently exchanging some kind of taunt, since the man responded by throwing the oiled cloth in her face.
The man's wandering mind was brought back from between when Valerain spoke, and the greenrider peered out from under Larrikith's wing to meet the young man's eye. "Silly beast walked past three handfuls of Candidates and climbed halfway up the Stands to get to me." B'jin said drolly, his expression flat. He had been so captivated by recording the Impression of her brothers and sisters he'd hardly seen the little green creeling for his attention at the steps. She had quickly rectified that, of course.
You wouldn't believe the effort I had to go to, to get the fool's attention, Larrikith added blandly, eyeing Valerian off. B'jin snorted in amusement and stepped out from under her wing, giving it a light push; Larrikith obliged by tucking it to her side neatly and outstretched the other, amusement visible in her sparkling eyes which were whirling swiftly.
"Not that she remembers it personally." He muttered, amused, as he stepped to her other side to do the offered wing. "But she spends enough time manipulating my memories to think she does." Their mental bond was close; half the time B'jin wasn't even sure where his thoughts started and hers ended. Other times, trying to dig into the dragon's brain was impossible. Of course, he was just as skilled at blocking her when he needed to. Weyrling training had its perks.
"Larri's taste is questionable," B'jin laughed, "as for her flights-" he shrugged, "we survive them." He shot Larrikith an amused look before nodding thoughtfully. "You're most welcome. Perhaps we'll see you again." It was an open ended invitation more than a question, said lightly for the young Harper to take or leave as he wished, without having to specify either.
You are welcome, Little Musician. Larrikith chirped, amused. It was indeed enjoyable, her tone was many things on that one, mischief thick. Don't forget your guitar! B'jin did once. Didn't hear the end of it for weeks. Exhaling gustily in Valerian's face, Larrikith watched the young man fondly before snorting at B'jin, apparently exchanging some kind of taunt, since the man responded by throwing the oiled cloth in her face.
