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!
09.Mar.14, 12:41 PM
T’bia was frowning down at his lap as he tried to make sense of the numbers R’nd had presented, his expression changing dramatically as he shifted through the numbers, the men and finally eyed R’nd sideways. “How many times did you count B’jin?” The greenrider in question could fit into… three? Of those categories, maybe? T’bia’s nose scrunched up and he shook his head slightly, throwing the thought to the wind as he turned hungry eyes back on his plate. So many lovely sweets!
“Wha?” T’bia, mouth full of some sweet or another, turned his head fast enough to near give himself whiplash, and gawked at R’nd. The grin on his fellow bluerider’s face was not at all reassuring and those wide eyes widened more. Choking down the mouthful he had taken and barely chewed, T’bia shook his head empathically. “Th-tha’s okay!” The idea of the introduction the expression on R’nd’s face was indicating was slightly terrifying, and the boy’s features lost a lot of their natural colour, even as a flush heated up his cheeks. How would he ever look at any of them ever again?
It was like when they had their sex ed. class and there had been all those riders (granted, mostly blue and green) and some of the men and women T’bia had learned were termed ‘flight moths’ all milling around and willing to lead off interested individuals to ‘finish the course’. He had gotten lucky (to his way of thinking) by being only fourteen at the time and no one had looked at him twice. Now though… he was a graduated dragonrider and a bluerider and what if Jycenth chased one of them? What if he chased Larrikith!? Would R’nd hate him if he did that? Oh Faranth, what if h won?!
I won’t, the dragon’s soft, sweet voice was tinged with amusement, reassurance and the quiet faith that slowly had T’bia relaxing from the brink of panic. Have faith, Bibi. I would never do anything to upset you, and nor would R’nd. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should add anything further, but T’bia was smiling again and eating once more, so Jycenth left well enough alone. His poor boy was far too eager to jump to conclusions!
“Wha?” T’bia, mouth full of some sweet or another, turned his head fast enough to near give himself whiplash, and gawked at R’nd. The grin on his fellow bluerider’s face was not at all reassuring and those wide eyes widened more. Choking down the mouthful he had taken and barely chewed, T’bia shook his head empathically. “Th-tha’s okay!” The idea of the introduction the expression on R’nd’s face was indicating was slightly terrifying, and the boy’s features lost a lot of their natural colour, even as a flush heated up his cheeks. How would he ever look at any of them ever again?
It was like when they had their sex ed. class and there had been all those riders (granted, mostly blue and green) and some of the men and women T’bia had learned were termed ‘flight moths’ all milling around and willing to lead off interested individuals to ‘finish the course’. He had gotten lucky (to his way of thinking) by being only fourteen at the time and no one had looked at him twice. Now though… he was a graduated dragonrider and a bluerider and what if Jycenth chased one of them? What if he chased Larrikith!? Would R’nd hate him if he did that? Oh Faranth, what if h won?!
