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!
04.Mar.12, 05:57 AM
True to his word, B'jin had marched straight from the Healer's Hall and began the rather laborious journey to the hut he was not at all keen to reach but rapidly approaching none the less. The walk had loosened the pulled and sore muscles from the night before, which had eased his walk from staggering to an easy and light one. His right arm was tender, but he'd washed his hands in a bucket of water, and was pretty sure the rash would be allowed to fade now. He rarely left numbweed on his skin, since discovering the allergy when he was a young child, as he knew doing so tended to make it a lot worse. But, he'd be fine soon enough. His left elbow was somewhat more of a mess, since he'd used it to smash out the window in order to get water for Talian. He hadn't bothered to even glance at it, because he didn't want to know how badly it was cut up; there was definitely some type of damage there, but he wasn't worried about it yet.
B'jin had had Larrikith bespeak Ronarth; while he highly doubted that the Weyrleader was asleep after the racket that had been made the night before, B'jin wasn't about to risk waking the man up as well. As he came to a halt outside the man's hut, B'jin wondered if he should have taken the time to wash up before appearing, or if being covered in Talian's blood would win him more sympathy. Likely, it would cause more issues than not, B'jin decided, but he was already there and undoubtedly Ronarth had no told D'ren his trouble making visitor had arrived. Taking a deep breath, B'jin raised his left knuckle to rap loudly and firmly on the door twice, before dropping his arm and waiting for a sound of approval to be heard. Once he had, B'jin pushed the door open quietly and closed it behind him with a gentle click.
Gaze flicking around the main room of the hut, B'jin took in the kitchen table. It seemed the most appropriate place to take a seat. So being decided, the greenrider marched seriously across the room and quietly took a seat, turning a stoic brown gaze upon D'ren, his expression clearly asked D'ren if he'd like to kill him first, or ask questions. B'jin obviously didn't care which the bronzerider chose, since he was already convinced he was a walking dead man. There was only so much shit a lowly greenrider could get away with in a handful of months, and B'jin was pretty sure he'd stepped firmly across the line with Searching Talian; never mind everything else!
B'jin had had Larrikith bespeak Ronarth; while he highly doubted that the Weyrleader was asleep after the racket that had been made the night before, B'jin wasn't about to risk waking the man up as well. As he came to a halt outside the man's hut, B'jin wondered if he should have taken the time to wash up before appearing, or if being covered in Talian's blood would win him more sympathy. Likely, it would cause more issues than not, B'jin decided, but he was already there and undoubtedly Ronarth had no told D'ren his trouble making visitor had arrived. Taking a deep breath, B'jin raised his left knuckle to rap loudly and firmly on the door twice, before dropping his arm and waiting for a sound of approval to be heard. Once he had, B'jin pushed the door open quietly and closed it behind him with a gentle click.
Gaze flicking around the main room of the hut, B'jin took in the kitchen table. It seemed the most appropriate place to take a seat. So being decided, the greenrider marched seriously across the room and quietly took a seat, turning a stoic brown gaze upon D'ren, his expression clearly asked D'ren if he'd like to kill him first, or ask questions. B'jin obviously didn't care which the bronzerider chose, since he was already convinced he was a walking dead man. There was only so much shit a lowly greenrider could get away with in a handful of months, and B'jin was pretty sure he'd stepped firmly across the line with Searching Talian; never mind everything else!
