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!
11.Mar.12, 07:22 PM
B'jin's lips quirked slightly when he felt R'nd's hands leave his face, and one slip under the back of his shirt. A slight shiver travelled his spine, though he wasn't quite able to determine if it was because of the touch, or because the fingers doing the touching were coated in cold, semi-dry paint. Wriggling backwards, B'jin made himself comfortable in R'nd's lap, tugging the bluerider up so he could sit properly with the greenrider's arm still resting around his neck. B'jin's right hand found a home on R'nd's waist, once the paint travelling toward the man's nose had been contained, as B'jin turned to stare up at D'ren balefully.
"These moments are occupied," B'jin replied tersely, ignoring Ronarth's creel and D'ren's hardening expression. Since he was obviously busted for skimping out on that day's chore list, there was no point in pretending otherwise. Tapping his fingers gently against R'nd's waist, B'jin turned away from D'ren, brown eyes searching the bluerider's face curiously, wondering how he could get away from the irritable bronzerider and manage to take his paint soaked companion with him. Apparently, the gather square was going to become an entirely unwelcoming place.
D'ren's next words caused B'jin to stiffen suddenly in R'nd's lap, and his head turned slowly to glare with fire at the Weyrleader. While the red hand prints on his cheeks, and a streak of green on his nose should have made him look comically ridiculous, they somehow intensified the wild light in his eyes. "No," he said firmly, a frown molding his face into an expression of disdain and irritation. Whether the word was in response to the Weyrleader's demand he drop the attitude, or to move away from R'nd, wasn't definable, and the greenrider made no motion to further elaborate.
Turning his attention back on R'nd, B'jin's eyes were bright with an entirely different scope of emotions as he leaned in closer, noses a bare breath away. "We should probably go wash up," his voice was low, husky and filled with more suggestion than between was filled with cold. He was, once more, totally ignoring the Weyrleader and his demands, having dismissed him with his last word spoken to the bronzerider. He knew he was asking for trouble, more than he was already in, but he wasn't interested in doing anything D'ren wanted at that moment. The man needed to work on his timing, and maybe B'jin would work on his manners. A sly smirk wound it's way across B'jin's lips, eyes lusty as his mind went down the many different paths 'washing up' with R'nd offered.
Larrikith gave a soft rumble of laughter at Ayyonth's mild comment, and she gave his chest a bump with her nose. Not likely, she said, her voice amused as she turned to watch the goings on happening between the three riders. Your rider has incredibly poor timing, she said to Ronarth, her tone arch. He should have approached B'jin alone; he is very unhappy at being interrupted. She paused for a moment, before adding, I am less than pleased myself. She wasn't being meant to the bronze as she spoke, simply stating a fact that she found to be true. She even looked mildly surprised as she said it.
Turning to Ayyonth, she nudged his chest again with her nose. It is good to see B'jin being B'jin. Yours needs to spend more time with him. Her words, which were for Ayyonth only, were mild but her tone indicated that such times needed to be spent between the two riders away from where grumpy Weyrleaders could find them. And possibly children, if what she had gathered were true.
"These moments are occupied," B'jin replied tersely, ignoring Ronarth's creel and D'ren's hardening expression. Since he was obviously busted for skimping out on that day's chore list, there was no point in pretending otherwise. Tapping his fingers gently against R'nd's waist, B'jin turned away from D'ren, brown eyes searching the bluerider's face curiously, wondering how he could get away from the irritable bronzerider and manage to take his paint soaked companion with him. Apparently, the gather square was going to become an entirely unwelcoming place.
D'ren's next words caused B'jin to stiffen suddenly in R'nd's lap, and his head turned slowly to glare with fire at the Weyrleader. While the red hand prints on his cheeks, and a streak of green on his nose should have made him look comically ridiculous, they somehow intensified the wild light in his eyes. "No," he said firmly, a frown molding his face into an expression of disdain and irritation. Whether the word was in response to the Weyrleader's demand he drop the attitude, or to move away from R'nd, wasn't definable, and the greenrider made no motion to further elaborate.
Turning his attention back on R'nd, B'jin's eyes were bright with an entirely different scope of emotions as he leaned in closer, noses a bare breath away. "We should probably go wash up," his voice was low, husky and filled with more suggestion than between was filled with cold. He was, once more, totally ignoring the Weyrleader and his demands, having dismissed him with his last word spoken to the bronzerider. He knew he was asking for trouble, more than he was already in, but he wasn't interested in doing anything D'ren wanted at that moment. The man needed to work on his timing, and maybe B'jin would work on his manners. A sly smirk wound it's way across B'jin's lips, eyes lusty as his mind went down the many different paths 'washing up' with R'nd offered.
Larrikith gave a soft rumble of laughter at Ayyonth's mild comment, and she gave his chest a bump with her nose. Not likely, she said, her voice amused as she turned to watch the goings on happening between the three riders. Your rider has incredibly poor timing, she said to Ronarth, her tone arch. He should have approached B'jin alone; he is very unhappy at being interrupted. She paused for a moment, before adding, I am less than pleased myself. She wasn't being meant to the bronze as she spoke, simply stating a fact that she found to be true. She even looked mildly surprised as she said it.
Turning to Ayyonth, she nudged his chest again with her nose. It is good to see B'jin being B'jin. Yours needs to spend more time with him. Her words, which were for Ayyonth only, were mild but her tone indicated that such times needed to be spent between the two riders away from where grumpy Weyrleaders could find them. And possibly children, if what she had gathered were true.
