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!
25.Feb.12, 07:25 AM
B'jin's expression altered slightly as Talian stepped away, a frown flickering and his lips pursing unhappily. His weight shifted unconsciously, swinging him forward as if the man were going to follow the healer in his steps. Instead, he rocked back on his heel and stood straight, spine stiffening as Talian muttered and fidgeted before him. Knowing he probably wasn't handling the situation to the best of his ability, but unsure how to deal with Talian as often as not wasn't helping the greenrider at all. Both hands rose, fingers shoved to comb back through the blonde hair in a movement filled to the brim with exasperation.
B'jin's arms dropped like rocks to his sides as Talian held his confusion out palm up, and B'jin wasn't sure whether he wanted to find a solid wall to bash his own poor head against, or hug the boy for trying. It was a tough battle, which wasn't helped by Larrikith poking her nose into his mind to see what was going on, only to leave it echoing with her devious laughter. Stupid dragon! B'jin cast his eyes in her direction, expression burning with irked anger at the beast, who simply responded by rumbling her laughter vocally. B'jin glared at her wall for a moment longer before swinging his gaze back to Talian, the expression softening the moment after it had landed on the boy. Talian was speaking... B'jin blinked, focusing. He needed him? Pushing him away? Confusion flashed full across B'jin's face before his desire to hit his head on something hard returned, definitely visible in his exasperation with the young healer.
"Oh, Talian." B'jin practically whined the name, wrapping his arms around the young man as he flung himself at him. Breathing softly, B'jin kissed the top of Talian's head gently, hugging him tightly. "You haven't upset me," B'jin sighed, voice resigned. "Just, please stop sharding apologising for everything!" There was more amusement than anything else in that statement, and he gave Talian a tight squeeze. "You didn't owe me anything, Talian," B'jin said softly, leaning backwards slightly so he could see the boy's face, a slight smile just barely flickering over his lips, irony thick in it before he spoke. "I am sorry, however. I'm usually only tempermental like this when Larri is due to fly - which she most assuredly is not until the beginning of winter. But." He paused for a moment to take a quiet breath. "We were banished roughly this time of year, and I don't know which day M'ram was lost, but." He shuddered slightly, breathing strongly through his nose. "Yesterday was the day I gave to her name. She deserved that much."
Talian was right, when he assumed not many people were privy to that part of B'jin's life. It wasn't a subject he could easily talk about; quite often it wasn't even one he could think about without falling to pieces. He had a reputation to uphold, and crying at a tender subject was not something he wanted going around. Very few people were aware he had lost anyone at all during the Plague and, it was somewhat taboo to bring up their banishment from the North. Every one at Katila had a bucket load skeletons hidden under their bed from the Plague, and very few were willing to show their own off, in exchange for seeing what their neighbour had hidden.
B'jin's arms dropped like rocks to his sides as Talian held his confusion out palm up, and B'jin wasn't sure whether he wanted to find a solid wall to bash his own poor head against, or hug the boy for trying. It was a tough battle, which wasn't helped by Larrikith poking her nose into his mind to see what was going on, only to leave it echoing with her devious laughter. Stupid dragon! B'jin cast his eyes in her direction, expression burning with irked anger at the beast, who simply responded by rumbling her laughter vocally. B'jin glared at her wall for a moment longer before swinging his gaze back to Talian, the expression softening the moment after it had landed on the boy. Talian was speaking... B'jin blinked, focusing. He needed him? Pushing him away? Confusion flashed full across B'jin's face before his desire to hit his head on something hard returned, definitely visible in his exasperation with the young healer.
"Oh, Talian." B'jin practically whined the name, wrapping his arms around the young man as he flung himself at him. Breathing softly, B'jin kissed the top of Talian's head gently, hugging him tightly. "You haven't upset me," B'jin sighed, voice resigned. "Just, please stop sharding apologising for everything!" There was more amusement than anything else in that statement, and he gave Talian a tight squeeze. "You didn't owe me anything, Talian," B'jin said softly, leaning backwards slightly so he could see the boy's face, a slight smile just barely flickering over his lips, irony thick in it before he spoke. "I am sorry, however. I'm usually only tempermental like this when Larri is due to fly - which she most assuredly is not until the beginning of winter. But." He paused for a moment to take a quiet breath. "We were banished roughly this time of year, and I don't know which day M'ram was lost, but." He shuddered slightly, breathing strongly through his nose. "Yesterday was the day I gave to her name. She deserved that much."
Talian was right, when he assumed not many people were privy to that part of B'jin's life. It wasn't a subject he could easily talk about; quite often it wasn't even one he could think about without falling to pieces. He had a reputation to uphold, and crying at a tender subject was not something he wanted going around. Very few people were aware he had lost anyone at all during the Plague and, it was somewhat taboo to bring up their banishment from the North. Every one at Katila had a bucket load skeletons hidden under their bed from the Plague, and very few were willing to show their own off, in exchange for seeing what their neighbour had hidden.
