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, 06:39 AM
"I figured," B'jin replied mildly, watching D'ren stalk towards him with a bland kind of interest. He supposed it was a similar emotion to what Talian was likely feeling before the greenrider had crashed the party. Watching death creep towards you without any real desire to turn it away. Entice it, sure, but turn it away? B'jin's eyebrows shot up in mocking surprise at D'ren's frustrated lack of articulating skills, and amusement flashed behind the warm brown as he watched the Weyrleader struggle.
Apparently, B'jin decided absently, he really did want to die. "Probably." He replied lightly, answering the rhetorical question with mocking seriousness as he frowned in thought. "Oh, yeah, he did." He added, almost happy as he flashed a quick grin. "It was bit of a battle," he added, plucking at his dried and bloody shirt, "But we came out triumphant!" He grinned and waved his hand as he spoke, the level of sarcasm lost within the tirade of dry amusement.
"That's hardly my fault," B'jin pointed out reasonably, completely ignoring the first part of D'ren's gripe in order to focus on the important bit. He raised an eyebrow at the Weyrleader, the greenrider's expression somewhere between amused and irritated at having blame laid on him for something that definitely wasn't his fault. "I gave you the girl's name, her description and rank. How in the name of Threadfall is it my fault if some idiot went and grabbed her?"
"That would depend on who it was," B'jin smirked, though he flinched back visibly when D'ren came at him. His brown eyes hardened and he glared at the Weyrleader, daring him to hit him, though he remained pressed back in his chair. Unlike the last few times D'ren had had at B'jin for being a fool, B'jin wasn't a cowering tearful mess, or a well laid flight attendee. This time, the greenrider was tired, he was grumpy, and he was more than willing to press every button the Weyrleader had on display. Which, being D'ren, was always a large selection of juicy options.
"Really?" B'jin drawled, staring at D'ren in mild shock. Grounded? Was that all the man could come up with? This was the third time B'jin and his green monstrosity had caused havoc for the Weyrleader and enough paper work to deforest half of Pern, and all the man could think to do was ground him? "What happened to murdering me?" B'jin asked curiously, eyebrows arching as he smiled coyly.
Apparently, B'jin decided absently, he really did want to die. "Probably." He replied lightly, answering the rhetorical question with mocking seriousness as he frowned in thought. "Oh, yeah, he did." He added, almost happy as he flashed a quick grin. "It was bit of a battle," he added, plucking at his dried and bloody shirt, "But we came out triumphant!" He grinned and waved his hand as he spoke, the level of sarcasm lost within the tirade of dry amusement.
"That's hardly my fault," B'jin pointed out reasonably, completely ignoring the first part of D'ren's gripe in order to focus on the important bit. He raised an eyebrow at the Weyrleader, the greenrider's expression somewhere between amused and irritated at having blame laid on him for something that definitely wasn't his fault. "I gave you the girl's name, her description and rank. How in the name of Threadfall is it my fault if some idiot went and grabbed her?"
"That would depend on who it was," B'jin smirked, though he flinched back visibly when D'ren came at him. His brown eyes hardened and he glared at the Weyrleader, daring him to hit him, though he remained pressed back in his chair. Unlike the last few times D'ren had had at B'jin for being a fool, B'jin wasn't a cowering tearful mess, or a well laid flight attendee. This time, the greenrider was tired, he was grumpy, and he was more than willing to press every button the Weyrleader had on display. Which, being D'ren, was always a large selection of juicy options.
"Really?" B'jin drawled, staring at D'ren in mild shock. Grounded? Was that all the man could come up with? This was the third time B'jin and his green monstrosity had caused havoc for the Weyrleader and enough paper work to deforest half of Pern, and all the man could think to do was ground him? "What happened to murdering me?" B'jin asked curiously, eyebrows arching as he smiled coyly.
