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!
21.Jan.12, 06:27 PM
Larrikith roared, rearing to stand up and flinging her wings wide, her expression was curdling as she snarled in the direction of the hut, where she could see the two men through one of the small windows. Eyes whirling so fast they were nothing but a blur of horribly angry red in her otherwise petite face of green, the dragon's extended wings and snarling expression made her appear much larger than her actual size, very much like an angry feline.
How dare you! Larrikith did not shriek, ever in all her twenty-odd years of life. This, however, came remarkably close as venom dripped from the three words that were openly directed at the Weyrleader himself. She seethed for a moment, as if she couldn't control herself enough to even form coherent thoughts while inside, B'jin had at first flung himself away from D'ren, looking wildly terrified as the other man screamed at him before curling up in shame in his seat, face burning a horrible shade of red as he tried to make himself invisible. His emotions were in turmoil; D'ren had just acknowledged him as the best! But, only because he had so terribly, terribly screwed up. B'jin's brown eyes were swimming, but he had enough pride and self loathing to not let the water fall.
He will Impress! Larrikith snarled, shuddering visibly as she withheld her desire to clamp D'ren to the floor with a clawed foot. She completely ignored her weyrleader dragon, and while she pulled her wings back somewhat, she still gave the impression of being more than ready to slaughter anyone that looked at her wrong. Around them, she could feel the eyes of the curious peering out, but not willing to be seen. Screaming humans and dragons was not something to investigate.
"Just... not any time soon," B'jiin peeped, still curled up miserably in his seat, eyes locked on D'ren's pacing feet and shoulders rather than risking looking the dragonrider in the face. His own was still burning in shame, and while he felt less likely to burst into tears, he wasn't going to risk a wrong look setting him off. He had some pride left, somewhere, maybe...
"He was on-route," B'jin put in lamely, voice barely audible, "his family won't miss him. His hall will, but not for a while..." It was useless, but he needed D'ren to understand why they had settled on the young man, even if the young woman would have been a much better choice.
"I'm sor-"
Shut up B'jin! Larrikith put in, audibly and angrily, cutting off her rider and her voice booming through the minds of any open enough to hear anything remotely draconic. We did nothing wrong! Her regal, furious glare dared D'ren to contradict her, dared him.
B'jin choked on a breath, and looked up, eyes wild, white as a sheet. Oh, Faranth, Larrikith, SHUT UP!
How dare you! Larrikith did not shriek, ever in all her twenty-odd years of life. This, however, came remarkably close as venom dripped from the three words that were openly directed at the Weyrleader himself. She seethed for a moment, as if she couldn't control herself enough to even form coherent thoughts while inside, B'jin had at first flung himself away from D'ren, looking wildly terrified as the other man screamed at him before curling up in shame in his seat, face burning a horrible shade of red as he tried to make himself invisible. His emotions were in turmoil; D'ren had just acknowledged him as the best! But, only because he had so terribly, terribly screwed up. B'jin's brown eyes were swimming, but he had enough pride and self loathing to not let the water fall.
He will Impress! Larrikith snarled, shuddering visibly as she withheld her desire to clamp D'ren to the floor with a clawed foot. She completely ignored her weyrleader dragon, and while she pulled her wings back somewhat, she still gave the impression of being more than ready to slaughter anyone that looked at her wrong. Around them, she could feel the eyes of the curious peering out, but not willing to be seen. Screaming humans and dragons was not something to investigate.
"Just... not any time soon," B'jiin peeped, still curled up miserably in his seat, eyes locked on D'ren's pacing feet and shoulders rather than risking looking the dragonrider in the face. His own was still burning in shame, and while he felt less likely to burst into tears, he wasn't going to risk a wrong look setting him off. He had some pride left, somewhere, maybe...
"He was on-route," B'jin put in lamely, voice barely audible, "his family won't miss him. His hall will, but not for a while..." It was useless, but he needed D'ren to understand why they had settled on the young man, even if the young woman would have been a much better choice.
"I'm sor-"
Shut up B'jin! Larrikith put in, audibly and angrily, cutting off her rider and her voice booming through the minds of any open enough to hear anything remotely draconic. We did nothing wrong! Her regal, furious glare dared D'ren to contradict her, dared him.
B'jin choked on a breath, and looked up, eyes wild, white as a sheet. Oh, Faranth, Larrikith, SHUT UP!
