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.Feb.12, 12:12 AM
"It's no bother," B'jin said slowly, still staring at Talian like he had grown an additional head. The greenrider looked highly uncomfortable as he obviously debated with what action to take at this point. The child obviously wanted to speak with him, and had even gone out of his way to not only hunt him down, but also to find out exactly which Hut was his own. In addition to the distance that required the healer to travel to get from the Hall he resided in to the hut in question, B'jin could hardly dismiss that Talian must have some particularly important reason to seek him out. B'jin hesitated a moment longer, however, as he searched Talian's face seriously, his expression almost comical in it's out-of-characterness. Finally, he stepped back slowly, and allowed the gap between the door and it's frame to widen, just barely enough for Talian's slim frame to slip through.
"Come in." The words were an invitation, but also came out with the obvious lack of having been spoken very often and were wrapped in quiet hesitation. B'jin could probably count on one hand the number of people he had allowed in his hut (Nemall, the two children, and now, Talian.) and he was obviously uncomfortable with the change in the roster. Nemall wasn't allowed in any more, so he supposed he could make room on the list for Talian instead. The man's shoulders were slightly stiff as he closed the door quietly behind Talian when the boy had entered, and he took his gaze from the healer to look around his hut, and just about died of shame at it's current lack of cleanliness.
"I had the children over last night," he said meekly, to explain the continued state of breakfast disaster in the kitchen and on the dining table, and the fact that the majority of the living area was looking more like a massive tent of furs and pillows than a lounging area. There were toys spewed across the entirety of the small hut, as well as several items of clothing far too small for B'jin, and more than a few indications that B'jin had been as much a constructor of the hut as his children -- surely it wasn't possible for a child to get a blanket to hook over a nail so high in the wall.
B'jin's face was crimson as he huddled against his door, wondering what the young healer would possibly make of such a terrible introduction to the hidden life of B'jin. The artwork hanging around the main room was delicate and obviously well loved and cared for, while the couch (which was mostly hidden under blankets and pillows from the bedroom) was well used and abused, with scratches and that comfortable look from being well sat upon.
"They've gone flying," he added softly, voice following the same meek tone as before as he explained that the aforementioned children were not about to leap out and attack Talian, as well as letting the young man know the dragon was not in her own room.
"Come in." The words were an invitation, but also came out with the obvious lack of having been spoken very often and were wrapped in quiet hesitation. B'jin could probably count on one hand the number of people he had allowed in his hut (Nemall, the two children, and now, Talian.) and he was obviously uncomfortable with the change in the roster. Nemall wasn't allowed in any more, so he supposed he could make room on the list for Talian instead. The man's shoulders were slightly stiff as he closed the door quietly behind Talian when the boy had entered, and he took his gaze from the healer to look around his hut, and just about died of shame at it's current lack of cleanliness.
"I had the children over last night," he said meekly, to explain the continued state of breakfast disaster in the kitchen and on the dining table, and the fact that the majority of the living area was looking more like a massive tent of furs and pillows than a lounging area. There were toys spewed across the entirety of the small hut, as well as several items of clothing far too small for B'jin, and more than a few indications that B'jin had been as much a constructor of the hut as his children -- surely it wasn't possible for a child to get a blanket to hook over a nail so high in the wall.
B'jin's face was crimson as he huddled against his door, wondering what the young healer would possibly make of such a terrible introduction to the hidden life of B'jin. The artwork hanging around the main room was delicate and obviously well loved and cared for, while the couch (which was mostly hidden under blankets and pillows from the bedroom) was well used and abused, with scratches and that comfortable look from being well sat upon.
"They've gone flying," he added softly, voice following the same meek tone as before as he explained that the aforementioned children were not about to leap out and attack Talian, as well as letting the young man know the dragon was not in her own room.
