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.Oct.13, 02:22 AM
B'jin puffed out a sigh, and brushed a hand over his face, frowning as he considered the remainder of the trip from the shady side of the hut he was standing against, and the Acting Weyrleader's hut. He refused to give S'kef so much acknowledgement as to let the man claim Weyrleadership; that required him to fly the Weyrwoman's gold, and since Tyrrisath had gotten fat and lazy and opted to not even bother flying Krypth any more, B'jin felt S'kef was being particularly obnoxious about his position. There were several couples now, all of whom were linked up to a gold dragon and as a result, far more worthy to claim the rank of Weyrleader - B'jin was honestly shocked people weren't causing a fuss about it! With Okalinath being won by the same bronze twice now, and Krypth apparently favouring M'bal's bronze Gugaroth, there were two men clearly in a position to cause trouble. R'nya's bronze winning the latest maiden gold only added to the fuel. Why were these men so happy to quietly follow along in S'kef's wake?
B'jin's nose scrunched as he saw Tsuen making her way back to her own hut. Well, that could obviously be the most blatant reason. Tsuen had her goldriders firmly in hand, and no one was quite willing to risk seeing how far the crazy old bat would go if she were truly pushed. While her tantrums were certainly more amusing than dangerous, the woman was getting to the point where she was bypassing amusing, and going straight into outright insane. To push her too far... the woman didn't need any real power as far as the politics of the Weyr was concerned; she was a wild, dangerous feline and the Weyr were acting as one to avoid her going on a rabid, child murding spree in a fit of outrage.
As the woman vanished, B'jin turned his gaze back on the brownrider's hut. Well, he wasn't going to get anything acomplished by standing there, despite the fact that where he was standing was both shady and S'kef free, and his end goal was not. B'jin sighed again, looking up at the sky irritibly. The heat had been going strong for several days now, and the greenrider was not coping with it well. He'd finally hacked off a good chunk of his long, blonde hair so it barely touched his shoudlers now, and all that was left was pulled back into a high pony-tail, and wrapped into a knot. A few stray whisps would have been floating around his face, if they werent damp from the wet cloth resting around the base of his neck occassionally being wiped over his face. Instead, they clung limply to the side of his face.
Finally deciding that he couldn't procrastinate any more, the greenrider stepped out of the shade, his nose once more scrunching up as the sun immediately beat down on him with a vicious bite. He was going to end up so sunburned! Rolling his shoulders irritibly and wishing his shirt were lighter - or, perhaps, that he was willing to run around without it on - B'jin finished the trip with purposeful strides at S'kef's door. He didn't bother to look to see if Tyrrisath were around, or if the dragon were else where. Larrikith had assured him that S'kef would be within his home and so that was where B'jin was sure he would be. Larrikith could be a bitch, but he could tell by the way she was anxious and slightly prickly that she was expecting trouble and had not lied about S'kef's location.
B'jin's fist wrapped on the door, the greenrider allowing just the smallest of pauses before calling out; "Sir! I'd like to discuss my Weyrling class with you. Please."
B'jin's nose scrunched as he saw Tsuen making her way back to her own hut. Well, that could obviously be the most blatant reason. Tsuen had her goldriders firmly in hand, and no one was quite willing to risk seeing how far the crazy old bat would go if she were truly pushed. While her tantrums were certainly more amusing than dangerous, the woman was getting to the point where she was bypassing amusing, and going straight into outright insane. To push her too far... the woman didn't need any real power as far as the politics of the Weyr was concerned; she was a wild, dangerous feline and the Weyr were acting as one to avoid her going on a rabid, child murding spree in a fit of outrage.
As the woman vanished, B'jin turned his gaze back on the brownrider's hut. Well, he wasn't going to get anything acomplished by standing there, despite the fact that where he was standing was both shady and S'kef free, and his end goal was not. B'jin sighed again, looking up at the sky irritibly. The heat had been going strong for several days now, and the greenrider was not coping with it well. He'd finally hacked off a good chunk of his long, blonde hair so it barely touched his shoudlers now, and all that was left was pulled back into a high pony-tail, and wrapped into a knot. A few stray whisps would have been floating around his face, if they werent damp from the wet cloth resting around the base of his neck occassionally being wiped over his face. Instead, they clung limply to the side of his face.
Finally deciding that he couldn't procrastinate any more, the greenrider stepped out of the shade, his nose once more scrunching up as the sun immediately beat down on him with a vicious bite. He was going to end up so sunburned! Rolling his shoulders irritibly and wishing his shirt were lighter - or, perhaps, that he was willing to run around without it on - B'jin finished the trip with purposeful strides at S'kef's door. He didn't bother to look to see if Tyrrisath were around, or if the dragon were else where. Larrikith had assured him that S'kef would be within his home and so that was where B'jin was sure he would be. Larrikith could be a bitch, but he could tell by the way she was anxious and slightly prickly that she was expecting trouble and had not lied about S'kef's location.
B'jin's fist wrapped on the door, the greenrider allowing just the smallest of pauses before calling out; "Sir! I'd like to discuss my Weyrling class with you. Please."
