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, 07:42 PM
An eyebrow arched mockingly at D'ren's exclamation, as he fought the desire to laugh bitterly at the Weyrleader. Oh, poor darling D'ren! Something he didn't know! The horror! While the attitude likely shone through on his face, none of it actually made it past his lips until D'ren scolded him for acting like a child. That caused the younger man to snort sarcastically. He managed to bite his tongue, however, before he spat out an insulting dig at D'ren himself. He was already in enough trouble that he probably wouldn't be allowed to do anything at all interesting for the next six turns; there was no point in adding to his misery... was there?
"Don't worry," he snarled. "You won't." Larrikith was a small dragon, and the pair had long since perfected the more dangerous techniques, such as betweening from the ground into the air. He'd just have her between a long way out of D'ren's line of sight. "Don't see why you haven't," B'jin snapped, "solve all your problems then, wouldn't it?" Getting up, B'jin shoved the chair roughly under the table and bowed mockingly to D'ren. Apparently having all his duties stripped from him had made him reckless once more, and the greenrider was mildly disappointed he wasn't wearing his knots, just so he could throw them in D'ren's face. The same thought reminded him Talian's knots were still soaking in a puddle of blood and poison. He'd have to collect them at some point, if he hadn't already been beat.
He's just upset, Larrikith crooned to Ronarth, her tone muted and reassuring as she bespoke the bronze, picking up mildly on his distress. It wasn't that she didn't want to reassure the bronze, but more that she had higher priorities and that particular priority was snarling at the Weyrleader as she landed lightly outside of D'ren's hut. He doesn't mean most of it. She wouldn't say all, not when she could clearly read his thoughts. There was little that riled B'jin up more than being manhandled without permission, which, she expected, was the main source of his previous little display. Control indeed!
"Later." B'jin hissed, turning on his heel and stalking across the room. Flinging the door open, the greenrider was very pleased to see Larrikith crouched and waiting for him. Flinging himself aboard, and glaring defiantly at D'ren's doorway, B'jin stroked Larrikith's neck with long, soothing motions. Knowing he was doing it more for himself than her, didn't stop the dragon feeling that much more relieved.
I need to eat, Larrikith said mildly, trying to sooth B'jin in return. All she got for her efforts was a snapping reply and an image of where he wanted to be. The little dragon sighed melodramatically before promptly vanishing between without so much as twitching a wing in preparation for her appearance several hundred dragon lengths above the Eastern Hunting Range. B'jin just had no idea when he'd pushed enough buttons. It was one thing to tell the Weyrleader they wouldn't be caught flying. It was another to blatantly show off!
It was going to be a very, very long day, Larrikith decided, as she spiraled down.
"Don't worry," he snarled. "You won't." Larrikith was a small dragon, and the pair had long since perfected the more dangerous techniques, such as betweening from the ground into the air. He'd just have her between a long way out of D'ren's line of sight. "Don't see why you haven't," B'jin snapped, "solve all your problems then, wouldn't it?" Getting up, B'jin shoved the chair roughly under the table and bowed mockingly to D'ren. Apparently having all his duties stripped from him had made him reckless once more, and the greenrider was mildly disappointed he wasn't wearing his knots, just so he could throw them in D'ren's face. The same thought reminded him Talian's knots were still soaking in a puddle of blood and poison. He'd have to collect them at some point, if he hadn't already been beat.
He's just upset, Larrikith crooned to Ronarth, her tone muted and reassuring as she bespoke the bronze, picking up mildly on his distress. It wasn't that she didn't want to reassure the bronze, but more that she had higher priorities and that particular priority was snarling at the Weyrleader as she landed lightly outside of D'ren's hut. He doesn't mean most of it. She wouldn't say all, not when she could clearly read his thoughts. There was little that riled B'jin up more than being manhandled without permission, which, she expected, was the main source of his previous little display. Control indeed!
"Later." B'jin hissed, turning on his heel and stalking across the room. Flinging the door open, the greenrider was very pleased to see Larrikith crouched and waiting for him. Flinging himself aboard, and glaring defiantly at D'ren's doorway, B'jin stroked Larrikith's neck with long, soothing motions. Knowing he was doing it more for himself than her, didn't stop the dragon feeling that much more relieved.
I need to eat, Larrikith said mildly, trying to sooth B'jin in return. All she got for her efforts was a snapping reply and an image of where he wanted to be. The little dragon sighed melodramatically before promptly vanishing between without so much as twitching a wing in preparation for her appearance several hundred dragon lengths above the Eastern Hunting Range. B'jin just had no idea when he'd pushed enough buttons. It was one thing to tell the Weyrleader they wouldn't be caught flying. It was another to blatantly show off!
It was going to be a very, very long day, Larrikith decided, as she spiraled down.
