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!
31.Mar.12, 01:05 AM
D'ren watched with a bit of apprehension as B'jin entered, storming through D'ren's carefully groomed hut like a miniature tornado. The aging bronzerider cringed a bit when he heard B'jin rattling through his kitchen, undoubtedly touching his things. He frowned dourly and reminded himself that B'jin was just being B'jin; contrary to the display on the gather square, D'ren never wanted to see the poor greenrider's spirit crushed.
But great Faranth. Really?
He bit his lip and watched as B'jin made his way over to the desk. "So I think I heard a crack about me being old?" D'ren said threateningly, though to anyone who really knew him knew he wasn't being threatening at all. His voice had to drop low to be in dangerous territory, but right now it was loud, with just a tinge of exaggerated aggravation. He and B'jin knew each other's games by this point, and in spite of himself, D'ren was happy to play them right now.
He really, really needed a distraction. B'jin was always a lovely distraction (well, usually) and seemed to be in a friendly mood in spite of everything.
He smiled brightly when B'jin noticed his rough wing sketches. The bronzerider could have done without B'jin putting his hands all over his nice sketches, but still...if anyone else in this damn jungle was going to respect art, it was B'jin.
"I am," D'ren said, sounding both pleased and tired. "Well, we're going to start the process. It's going to take a while," he said, "but we need to get the ball rolling." He arched a brow at B'jin's suggestion. He wasn't sure if he wanted any more potential formations to sift through. S'kef had provided all of the Telgar flight formations that D'ren cared to have, but he didn't want to say as much to B'jin. He smirked a bit and decided to let the greenrider have his fun.
He slid one of his notepads towards B'jin and nodded towards it. He forgot that the particular tablet had one of his many baby Ronarth sketches pressed loose between it's pages; he'd needed to put it somewhere safe after showing it to Tsuen and wound up tossing it in a notebook. Ronarth looked especially curious and adorable in that one, and just a bit too fat.
But great Faranth. Really?
He bit his lip and watched as B'jin made his way over to the desk. "So I think I heard a crack about me being old?" D'ren said threateningly, though to anyone who really knew him knew he wasn't being threatening at all. His voice had to drop low to be in dangerous territory, but right now it was loud, with just a tinge of exaggerated aggravation. He and B'jin knew each other's games by this point, and in spite of himself, D'ren was happy to play them right now.
He really, really needed a distraction. B'jin was always a lovely distraction (well, usually) and seemed to be in a friendly mood in spite of everything.
He smiled brightly when B'jin noticed his rough wing sketches. The bronzerider could have done without B'jin putting his hands all over his nice sketches, but still...if anyone else in this damn jungle was going to respect art, it was B'jin.
"I am," D'ren said, sounding both pleased and tired. "Well, we're going to start the process. It's going to take a while," he said, "but we need to get the ball rolling." He arched a brow at B'jin's suggestion. He wasn't sure if he wanted any more potential formations to sift through. S'kef had provided all of the Telgar flight formations that D'ren cared to have, but he didn't want to say as much to B'jin. He smirked a bit and decided to let the greenrider have his fun.
He slid one of his notepads towards B'jin and nodded towards it. He forgot that the particular tablet had one of his many baby Ronarth sketches pressed loose between it's pages; he'd needed to put it somewhere safe after showing it to Tsuen and wound up tossing it in a notebook. Ronarth looked especially curious and adorable in that one, and just a bit too fat.
