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!
06.Apr.12, 01:31 AM
B'jin was a proud Searchrider, and while he rarely wore his knots to indicate he was such - doing so tended to spark up responses in the young men and women that B'jin didn't desire, and he saw no reason to surround himself with the negativity that would result in, when he could not wear them, and be ignored or greeted without the title 'Thief' shoved on him. The greenrider was proud of his dragon, and proud of their abilities to seek out candidates. With a claim on only seven young people, B'jin was only personally accused by seven and while they were not all happy to be at Katila, Larrikith had searched them out well. None of them would ever attack him and while he got his share of name calling, B'jin was happy to acknowledge that he was closer friends with his little circle of Northern kids, than many of his fellows could claim. That two of those then designed to Impress a bronze and a gold did nothing but confirm his opinion. It was better to be fussy, and sure, than to just grab anyone (which he was pretty sure happened as often as not).
Talian had probably been the pairs biggest mistake, with B'jin being as fussy as his dragon in objecting to taking the girl they had originally eyed off (only to have her end up in the southern Weyr anyway!) Talian had been a last ditch attempt to grab someone before coming home. B'jin still wasn't sure why Larrikith had opted to grab the boy rather than simply return empty handed - something they were so well known to do. B'jin hadn't ended up objecting that badly, in the end. The boy had seemed like a good choice at the time; relatively nondescript without an air about him and no major knots on his shoulder. Always busy, but without seeming to be a socialite. B'jin had agreed, and the boy had wound up at Katila.
Even if he hadn't promised him, B'jin owed it to Talian to find out what had happened to his fiance. As D'ren spoke, B'jin's face set into an expression of anger, the corners of his eyes tightening and jaw locking. He waited, as D'ren finished speaking, and carefully ordered his thoughts. It wouldn't do to snap out without thinking at least a little before he spoke. The anger still burning in B'jin's eyes spoke volumes all their own however, as the man leaned forward on to the table and frowned at D'ren.
"You think," he said lowly, "I would put Katila at risk?" The greenrider's expression twisted into an expression of deep disappointment, the fire in his eyes burning out as fast as it had flared up. He had thought better of D'ren, thought the Weyrleader had thought better of him. Leaning back into his seat, B'jin paused for a moment, his face blank, before standing up fluidly and returning his chair to where it belonged. He didn't look at or say a word to D'ren as he moved back to the table and picked up his mostly undrunk mug of klah and carried it to the kitchen sink. He placed it carefully on the bench and stood there for several long moments, just staring dejectedly into the sink.
Turning, B'jin walked quietly back to D'ren, and stared at a spot just over the man's left shoulder. "If that's all, Weyrleader, I have chores to attend to." His voice was soft, almost meek. To be told no was one thing and something B'jin could handle with ease - many of his requests were told no. But to have the Weyrleader insinuate that B'jin was a risk to the Weyr? The greenrider was crushed, and desired very strongly an escape before his hurt became readable.
Talian had probably been the pairs biggest mistake, with B'jin being as fussy as his dragon in objecting to taking the girl they had originally eyed off (only to have her end up in the southern Weyr anyway!) Talian had been a last ditch attempt to grab someone before coming home. B'jin still wasn't sure why Larrikith had opted to grab the boy rather than simply return empty handed - something they were so well known to do. B'jin hadn't ended up objecting that badly, in the end. The boy had seemed like a good choice at the time; relatively nondescript without an air about him and no major knots on his shoulder. Always busy, but without seeming to be a socialite. B'jin had agreed, and the boy had wound up at Katila.
Even if he hadn't promised him, B'jin owed it to Talian to find out what had happened to his fiance. As D'ren spoke, B'jin's face set into an expression of anger, the corners of his eyes tightening and jaw locking. He waited, as D'ren finished speaking, and carefully ordered his thoughts. It wouldn't do to snap out without thinking at least a little before he spoke. The anger still burning in B'jin's eyes spoke volumes all their own however, as the man leaned forward on to the table and frowned at D'ren.
"You think," he said lowly, "I would put Katila at risk?" The greenrider's expression twisted into an expression of deep disappointment, the fire in his eyes burning out as fast as it had flared up. He had thought better of D'ren, thought the Weyrleader had thought better of him. Leaning back into his seat, B'jin paused for a moment, his face blank, before standing up fluidly and returning his chair to where it belonged. He didn't look at or say a word to D'ren as he moved back to the table and picked up his mostly undrunk mug of klah and carried it to the kitchen sink. He placed it carefully on the bench and stood there for several long moments, just staring dejectedly into the sink.
Turning, B'jin walked quietly back to D'ren, and stared at a spot just over the man's left shoulder. "If that's all, Weyrleader, I have chores to attend to." His voice was soft, almost meek. To be told no was one thing and something B'jin could handle with ease - many of his requests were told no. But to have the Weyrleader insinuate that B'jin was a risk to the Weyr? The greenrider was crushed, and desired very strongly an escape before his hurt became readable.
