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!
30.Mar.12, 10:56 PM
B'jin grinned happily as Ronarth's mindvoice rippled across his consciousness and he watched the bronze dragon with amusement as the creature sprawled on his back. The greenrider laughed softly as the dragon continued to speak, highly amused. "Sounds like he could use some company, then." B'jin smirked playfully, entering the hut and calling out obnoxiously despite what Ronarth had told him.
The greenrider laughed at D'ren's response. "Of course you were," he said, rolling his eyes and not bothering to approach the Weyrleader at that moment. "Boredom," B'jin answered honestly, continuing his trip to D'ren's kitchen and poking around as he dug up mugs and then sniffed the pot of klah that was resting over the cooking pit. He hrmm'd for a moment, and stuck his finger in it. It was quickly extracted, surprise flittering over his face at the warmth of the liquid. Satisfied, B'jin poured some into both of the mugs he had found, and wandered back to where D'ren was seated, dragging a chair along as well, both mugs held in one hand, the back rest of the seat clutched in the other.
"Here," dropping his grip on the chair, B'jin took one mug per hand once more, and carefully set D'ren's down on a clear portion of the table. Eyebrows raising slightly, the greenrider picked up a sketch of building enhancements and looked it over appreciatively. Putting it down gently, he spread the rest of the images out, looking them over with obvious enjoyment. "These are good," he murmured, voice soft. Picking up a flight formation, his eyebrows rose slightly. Putting his own mug down, B'jin shuffled through the sketches, extracting the wing formations as brown eyes lit up. "You're going to reinstate wings?" He asked, excitement burning in his voice as he lifted his face, eyes searching out D'ren's.
Hooking his foot around the leg of the chair, B'jin dragged it closer and sat down lightly, sitting forward on the edge as he riffled through the pages of formations, completely ignoring everything else as he got swept up in the implications. "Real wings," he gushed happily, voice barely above a sigh. "That should shut up a lot of people," he added sourly.
B'jin wasn't oblivious to the unhappy opinion a lot people now held for their Weyrleader, something he was completely disproving of, but had rarely spoken up against. It was a bit of a blow to announce that you had deserved to have your back ripped to shreds and that you approved of the course of action. For B'jin was remarkably approving of being used as D'ren's example. As a well known favourite, his being lashed had far more effect than if he'd chosen a random rider, or even used a Stolen as an example. He approved, but that didn't mean he was about to go shouting it to the world. S'kef might get ideas.
"Do you have some spare parchment? You don't have a couple of formations we used at Telgar."
The greenrider laughed at D'ren's response. "Of course you were," he said, rolling his eyes and not bothering to approach the Weyrleader at that moment. "Boredom," B'jin answered honestly, continuing his trip to D'ren's kitchen and poking around as he dug up mugs and then sniffed the pot of klah that was resting over the cooking pit. He hrmm'd for a moment, and stuck his finger in it. It was quickly extracted, surprise flittering over his face at the warmth of the liquid. Satisfied, B'jin poured some into both of the mugs he had found, and wandered back to where D'ren was seated, dragging a chair along as well, both mugs held in one hand, the back rest of the seat clutched in the other.
"Here," dropping his grip on the chair, B'jin took one mug per hand once more, and carefully set D'ren's down on a clear portion of the table. Eyebrows raising slightly, the greenrider picked up a sketch of building enhancements and looked it over appreciatively. Putting it down gently, he spread the rest of the images out, looking them over with obvious enjoyment. "These are good," he murmured, voice soft. Picking up a flight formation, his eyebrows rose slightly. Putting his own mug down, B'jin shuffled through the sketches, extracting the wing formations as brown eyes lit up. "You're going to reinstate wings?" He asked, excitement burning in his voice as he lifted his face, eyes searching out D'ren's.
Hooking his foot around the leg of the chair, B'jin dragged it closer and sat down lightly, sitting forward on the edge as he riffled through the pages of formations, completely ignoring everything else as he got swept up in the implications. "Real wings," he gushed happily, voice barely above a sigh. "That should shut up a lot of people," he added sourly.
B'jin wasn't oblivious to the unhappy opinion a lot people now held for their Weyrleader, something he was completely disproving of, but had rarely spoken up against. It was a bit of a blow to announce that you had deserved to have your back ripped to shreds and that you approved of the course of action. For B'jin was remarkably approving of being used as D'ren's example. As a well known favourite, his being lashed had far more effect than if he'd chosen a random rider, or even used a Stolen as an example. He approved, but that didn't mean he was about to go shouting it to the world. S'kef might get ideas.
"Do you have some spare parchment? You don't have a couple of formations we used at Telgar."
