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, 05:32 AM
B'jin grinned impishly, and arched a single brow at D'ren, empty hand brushing hair back out of his face. He still hadn't gotten around to trimming it, and R'nd's carefully thrown comment hadn't helped with the process. The greenrider wasn't particularly fond of long hair, it got in the way and was a pain to manage when he could just shear it all off and pretend like he didn't have any until the next time it got lengthy. He'd humour the bluerider, though, if only because doing so could win favours. R'nd's favours were definitely desirable.
"Really?" B'jin purred teasingly, highly amused. "Who would ever label you old?" Brown eyes widened innocently while a quirky smile twisted the man's lips upward at the corners. "Such cheek!" B'jin exclaimed in a mocking display of outrage, shaking his head.
D'ren needn't worry about B'jin's handling of his work. His hands were clean, and he was careful to only hold the edges of the parchment, not interested in smudging or otherwise spoiling the work his Weyrleader had put into each of the images. "Brilliant," B'jin murmured as D'ren spoke, shifting his gaze to watch the older man with interest. "I want in," he said frankly, taking the note pad D'ren passed him with a slight nod of thanks. "Larri's too small to hold any rank of worth, but I like to think we can pull more weight than just switch-riders."
The little green dragon would never last an entire fall, and would probably be lucky to make it though half of one. Too small, too swift, too green all around (not to mention over weight and under exercised) for the pair to hold any more than wingrider, despite their capabilities and general life experience. B'jin knew he was hardly the eldest or most favourable rider in the Weyr, but shard it, he was highly educated (more so than most the Weyr, excluding only the newly Impressed and the stolen!) and refused to be nothing more than a switch rider for some random wing. Larrikith, peering in, sent her strong support. Maybe not the most prideful pair in the Weyr, but they still had self standards.
Flicking the notepad open, B'jin gasped in surprise when a page slid free, eyes widening momentarily in worry that he'd turned the page too hard, before he realised it had come from deep within the empty pages. Carefully picking it up from where it had slid into his lap, the greenrider's face lit up with delight, a small smile flickering over his lips and brown eyes sparkling. "Oh, this is adorable." B'jin said softly, voice both mild and amused. "Larri wasn't the only pudgy dragonet, I see," He glanced up at D'ren, winking playfully. "Of course, some dragons have toned up." He flinched with a cackle when Larrikith told him just what she thought of that little dig, and hadn't he mentioned just moments earlier he supported her eating habits?! Encouraged them even?
Snickering to himself, B'jin carefully offered D'ren the sketch back. "Your work is lovely," the greenrider offered gently, not completely unaware of the fact that D'ren was unlikely to have meant to share such with him. B'jin himself was fiercely possessive of his own work and while he bartered some for things he wanted or needed, he rarely showed off his actual work. Which was, when he got right down to it, a probable reason why no one was allowed in his hut... Although that particular list was getting longer recently, B'jin thought with a light frown. Stealing a lead pencil from the table, the man scribbled a quick sketch of his old Wingleader's favoured formation.
"Really?" B'jin purred teasingly, highly amused. "Who would ever label you old?" Brown eyes widened innocently while a quirky smile twisted the man's lips upward at the corners. "Such cheek!" B'jin exclaimed in a mocking display of outrage, shaking his head.
D'ren needn't worry about B'jin's handling of his work. His hands were clean, and he was careful to only hold the edges of the parchment, not interested in smudging or otherwise spoiling the work his Weyrleader had put into each of the images. "Brilliant," B'jin murmured as D'ren spoke, shifting his gaze to watch the older man with interest. "I want in," he said frankly, taking the note pad D'ren passed him with a slight nod of thanks. "Larri's too small to hold any rank of worth, but I like to think we can pull more weight than just switch-riders."
The little green dragon would never last an entire fall, and would probably be lucky to make it though half of one. Too small, too swift, too green all around (not to mention over weight and under exercised) for the pair to hold any more than wingrider, despite their capabilities and general life experience. B'jin knew he was hardly the eldest or most favourable rider in the Weyr, but shard it, he was highly educated (more so than most the Weyr, excluding only the newly Impressed and the stolen!) and refused to be nothing more than a switch rider for some random wing. Larrikith, peering in, sent her strong support. Maybe not the most prideful pair in the Weyr, but they still had self standards.
Flicking the notepad open, B'jin gasped in surprise when a page slid free, eyes widening momentarily in worry that he'd turned the page too hard, before he realised it had come from deep within the empty pages. Carefully picking it up from where it had slid into his lap, the greenrider's face lit up with delight, a small smile flickering over his lips and brown eyes sparkling. "Oh, this is adorable." B'jin said softly, voice both mild and amused. "Larri wasn't the only pudgy dragonet, I see," He glanced up at D'ren, winking playfully. "Of course, some dragons have toned up." He flinched with a cackle when Larrikith told him just what she thought of that little dig, and hadn't he mentioned just moments earlier he supported her eating habits?! Encouraged them even?
Snickering to himself, B'jin carefully offered D'ren the sketch back. "Your work is lovely," the greenrider offered gently, not completely unaware of the fact that D'ren was unlikely to have meant to share such with him. B'jin himself was fiercely possessive of his own work and while he bartered some for things he wanted or needed, he rarely showed off his actual work. Which was, when he got right down to it, a probable reason why no one was allowed in his hut... Although that particular list was getting longer recently, B'jin thought with a light frown. Stealing a lead pencil from the table, the man scribbled a quick sketch of his old Wingleader's favoured formation.
