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!
10.May.12, 09:56 AM
It didn't take but a moment for Larrikith to realise that these two young dragons were going to do an amazing job of keeping her entertained for the duration of B'jin's meet up with the young healer. Having expected to resorting to a nap, Larrikith was very pleased with the apparent turn of luck for her. She had no idea what it was she had planned to do with the two babies, but seeing as they were quite content to bitch, she decided she could work very well with that! Between the pair of them they said the most interestingly funny things, and she could pick up the underlying stream of discord. There was something going on under the top few layers that she wasn't quite able to figure out. But no worries! She had at least an hour to be entertained before the younglings decided their humans needed their company (since it was fairly obvious Charath would never admit to something so low as actually needing her human) and returned to them. Just as well, since Larrikith figured B'jin would probably come bounding out if she stayed any longer than that. Having been told to stay away from the babies, she didn't really want to listen to him bemoan about her disobeying orders again.
Honestly, you'd think after two decades he'd have figured out how to put some real command into his voice (which wasn't entirely fair, he could control her when he wanted... he just so rarely bothered.) and make sure what he said was followed through on. Not that Larrikith really cared, when push came to shove. And when it came to her relationship with B'jin, there was a lot of pushing and shoving. Being bigger than B'jin helped her win more often, too, which she enjoyed. Especially since humans were perhaps the only thing she was bigger than! Looking down at hte two young hatchlings as they bickered about how far out they were willing to travel, Larrikith wondered by how much they would outstrip her in size. The babies got so much better luck than she did. Like growing to a proper dragon length!
At least B'jin had never resorted to calling her a firelizard (that was his favourite insult) and it hurt, mostly because it was so close to being true. Larrikith was a prideful creature, and she'd always been smug in her little body. Watching the newer generations outstrip her in length, however, did little to make the green feel better, though she was still more agile than the young ones taking wing, and the number of dragons capable of going between from the ground such as she did was vastly diminished since the Plague. A shudder travelled the delicate green's spine as that thought pulled memories subconsciously from her rider, who paused in confusion to ask what his dragon was doing, digging up that nest of festering sores. Larrikith shushed him and let the memories fade back down. Now was not the time to dwell on such terrible times. Now was the time to be entertained by snarky draconic toddlers!
Oh, we won't go far. Just around the outer edge, Larrikith said cheerfully, returning the focus of her attention upon the two Hatchlings with definite amusement lighting up her eyes. She stood up and shook herself out neatly as Charath pranced off before them, and Larrikith gave Veeth a teasing nudge with her nose before carefully following the tiny green brat, being sure she didn't somehow manage to stand on either of them. That would very definitely tell B'jin she was where she shouldn't be! Her amusement intensified as she realised that her fear should be actually killing a dragonet by squishing it, not that her rider would bust her for entertaining them when she'd been told to stay away. Tossing her head, Larrikith spread her wings slightly, both to help her balance as she walked leisurely along behind Charath and to let the breeze wash gently over the membranes.
What do you normally do during classes? Larrikith asked mildly, ignoring the two little greens that were watching their little group. She didn't bother to extend her mind and see who they were. If they were truely interested, they would have joined them! After all, rules were made to be broken, and parties were made to be crashed. Right? Right!
Honestly, you'd think after two decades he'd have figured out how to put some real command into his voice (which wasn't entirely fair, he could control her when he wanted... he just so rarely bothered.) and make sure what he said was followed through on. Not that Larrikith really cared, when push came to shove. And when it came to her relationship with B'jin, there was a lot of pushing and shoving. Being bigger than B'jin helped her win more often, too, which she enjoyed. Especially since humans were perhaps the only thing she was bigger than! Looking down at hte two young hatchlings as they bickered about how far out they were willing to travel, Larrikith wondered by how much they would outstrip her in size. The babies got so much better luck than she did. Like growing to a proper dragon length!
At least B'jin had never resorted to calling her a firelizard (that was his favourite insult) and it hurt, mostly because it was so close to being true. Larrikith was a prideful creature, and she'd always been smug in her little body. Watching the newer generations outstrip her in length, however, did little to make the green feel better, though she was still more agile than the young ones taking wing, and the number of dragons capable of going between from the ground such as she did was vastly diminished since the Plague. A shudder travelled the delicate green's spine as that thought pulled memories subconsciously from her rider, who paused in confusion to ask what his dragon was doing, digging up that nest of festering sores. Larrikith shushed him and let the memories fade back down. Now was not the time to dwell on such terrible times. Now was the time to be entertained by snarky draconic toddlers!
Oh, we won't go far. Just around the outer edge, Larrikith said cheerfully, returning the focus of her attention upon the two Hatchlings with definite amusement lighting up her eyes. She stood up and shook herself out neatly as Charath pranced off before them, and Larrikith gave Veeth a teasing nudge with her nose before carefully following the tiny green brat, being sure she didn't somehow manage to stand on either of them. That would very definitely tell B'jin she was where she shouldn't be! Her amusement intensified as she realised that her fear should be actually killing a dragonet by squishing it, not that her rider would bust her for entertaining them when she'd been told to stay away. Tossing her head, Larrikith spread her wings slightly, both to help her balance as she walked leisurely along behind Charath and to let the breeze wash gently over the membranes.
What do you normally do during classes? Larrikith asked mildly, ignoring the two little greens that were watching their little group. She didn't bother to extend her mind and see who they were. If they were truely interested, they would have joined them! After all, rules were made to be broken, and parties were made to be crashed. Right? Right!
