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!
20.Mar.12, 05:02 AM
Larrikith landed lightly on the Healer Hall, her worry and impatience clear in her swiftly swirling eyes and the way she swayed impatiently, wings half extended, ready to take to the skies once more. Her mind didn't so much as touch Talian's, however, as she watched the young man pelt from the Hall and in the general direction of her home. Throwing herself off the roof, Larrikith flew swiftly over his head, ahead several lengths, and then winked between to appear behind him. So doing, the little green lead the way, watching fretfully and bemoaning to herself the terrible slowness of humans. It wasn't even that Talina was so slow, but more that he needed to be with B'jin now and, oh, hurry up!
When the hut came into sight, Larrikith dropped down beside her own door, crooning softly to Ayyonth that he should follow her into the adjoining shelter. It was closed off, and the larger dragon would take up more room than she herself did, but Larrikith didn't plan on staying in the room - he could use it to stick his head into the bedroom - Larrikith herself slipped in, and nosed open the glass door that separated her bedroom, from B'jin's. The heavy fur drape that provided privacy and insulation was nosed under, and the little green dragon crept into her bonded's room, crooning softly under her breath at the two men that kept her's company.
Keeping her distance from Talian as much as she could - Larrikith had no desire to spook the young man when B'jin so dearly needed his attentions - the little green crawled up anxiously, her body kept rigid and coiled; she was both ready to protect but also ready to vanish between if she had to leave the room quickly. She wasn't fearful for her rider's life - the punishment he had received was hardly life threatening by itself, Talian was highly skilled, and the pair had brought B'jin home instead of to that horrible hall that was sprouting with that horrible weed. Larrikith, herself, quite enjoyed the effects of numbweed, but she also was smart enough to know that had B'jin been treated by someone that was unaware of his reaction to the stuff, his healing process would have easily been extended. A lot. She shuddered, delicate green head hovering cautiously over R'nd's legs so she could breath softly on B'jin's face.
The sassy little dragon ignored the two men, and the presence of Ayyonth, as she dipped into B'jin's mind. When the man had fainted, his entire mind had shut down; he had relaxed and no pain had been obvious on his features. As the dragon consciously peered into the world of B'jin, Larrikith's anxiously whirling eyes took in the tightening of expression around the man's eyes and mouth. He wasn't going to wake up, not any time soon at any rate, but his subconscious was more aware of the pain he was in than it had been, and the dragon brushed over his thoughts, eyes whirling faster when she realised he was dropping head first into a cess pool of bad memories. Oh, Ben, Larrikith crooned, her voice a silky whisper as she used the name the memory provoked, unaware she was broadcasting to the three accompanying male minds. You mustn't let him-! her soft, silky tones vanished as her emotions spiked, and her head reared up suddenly, eyes whirling a vicious red.
I'LL KILL HIM! she suddenly hissed, her voice poison, and she flung her head in the direction of the Gather Square. RONARTH! RELEASE ME! That bellow was audible to anyone within the Weyr with an ounce of empathy, her eyes wild as she demanded to be released from the rank bonds that were keeping her on "best behavior" -- she was going to slaughter that brown rider! Hints, comments and mild emotions from the past with B'jin suddenly cluttered into a giant puzzle the little green dragon had not been aware of, and she spun back to face B'jin, her eyes swirling with soul wrenching guilt. He should have told her! He should have told someone!
I honestly have no idea what S'kef actually did to B'jin. But, apparently it was horrific and he hid it from Larri? IDK. /shrugs. Ambiguous history makes for better drama and I needed some form of entertainment, since he's dead to the world and I'm feeling melodramatic. /snorts.
When the hut came into sight, Larrikith dropped down beside her own door, crooning softly to Ayyonth that he should follow her into the adjoining shelter. It was closed off, and the larger dragon would take up more room than she herself did, but Larrikith didn't plan on staying in the room - he could use it to stick his head into the bedroom - Larrikith herself slipped in, and nosed open the glass door that separated her bedroom, from B'jin's. The heavy fur drape that provided privacy and insulation was nosed under, and the little green dragon crept into her bonded's room, crooning softly under her breath at the two men that kept her's company.
Keeping her distance from Talian as much as she could - Larrikith had no desire to spook the young man when B'jin so dearly needed his attentions - the little green crawled up anxiously, her body kept rigid and coiled; she was both ready to protect but also ready to vanish between if she had to leave the room quickly. She wasn't fearful for her rider's life - the punishment he had received was hardly life threatening by itself, Talian was highly skilled, and the pair had brought B'jin home instead of to that horrible hall that was sprouting with that horrible weed. Larrikith, herself, quite enjoyed the effects of numbweed, but she also was smart enough to know that had B'jin been treated by someone that was unaware of his reaction to the stuff, his healing process would have easily been extended. A lot. She shuddered, delicate green head hovering cautiously over R'nd's legs so she could breath softly on B'jin's face.
The sassy little dragon ignored the two men, and the presence of Ayyonth, as she dipped into B'jin's mind. When the man had fainted, his entire mind had shut down; he had relaxed and no pain had been obvious on his features. As the dragon consciously peered into the world of B'jin, Larrikith's anxiously whirling eyes took in the tightening of expression around the man's eyes and mouth. He wasn't going to wake up, not any time soon at any rate, but his subconscious was more aware of the pain he was in than it had been, and the dragon brushed over his thoughts, eyes whirling faster when she realised he was dropping head first into a cess pool of bad memories. Oh, Ben, Larrikith crooned, her voice a silky whisper as she used the name the memory provoked, unaware she was broadcasting to the three accompanying male minds. You mustn't let him-! her soft, silky tones vanished as her emotions spiked, and her head reared up suddenly, eyes whirling a vicious red.
I'LL KILL HIM! she suddenly hissed, her voice poison, and she flung her head in the direction of the Gather Square. RONARTH! RELEASE ME! That bellow was audible to anyone within the Weyr with an ounce of empathy, her eyes wild as she demanded to be released from the rank bonds that were keeping her on "best behavior" -- she was going to slaughter that brown rider! Hints, comments and mild emotions from the past with B'jin suddenly cluttered into a giant puzzle the little green dragon had not been aware of, and she spun back to face B'jin, her eyes swirling with soul wrenching guilt. He should have told her! He should have told someone!
I honestly have no idea what S'kef actually did to B'jin. But, apparently it was horrific and he hid it from Larri? IDK. /shrugs. Ambiguous history makes for better drama and I needed some form of entertainment, since he's dead to the world and I'm feeling melodramatic. /snorts.
