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!
28.Nov.12, 09:06 AM
B'jin had a headache. A pounding, outrageous, never ending headache - one which Larrikith was not doing anything to help as she randomly inserted chitchat and laughter into the back of his mind, thoroughly enjoying the pressing of easy buttons B'jin had developed in the recent times. The rank of Weyrlingmaster (which he had been too shocked to refuse) had become a particularly tender spot for the greenrider. He hadn't known the first thing about what to teach a candidate! B'jin had been surprised into dragonriding, so what did he know of what candidates should be educated on?! Larrikith had settled that without meaning to, asking the greenrider a simple question: What do you wish you'd known previously?
B'jin had gone from there, stuffing his classes head full of anything that struck him as something that should be known prior to Impression. Two lessons and B'jin had been bored of the unenthusiastic class and his own disinterest in the subject. There were a lot of things he would rather be doing, than forced into educating a bunch of lacklustre young men and women. So, listing all the things he would rather be doing (nothing, and spending time with R'nd at the top of that list. In bold.) B'jin had accidentally come across the perfect way to 'teach his class' while also doing absolutely nothing, and attaching himself to R'nd: Camping!
That, of course, had not gone as planned either! A few days in and his class and 'assisting dragonriders' were frolicking around in the sand with eggs. Though he had been quick to threaten the life of anyone that claimed they were firelizards (okay, so not quite that dramatic, but not far off), B'jin had been furious when they actually hatched into firelizards. What was this?! Why was the entirety of Pern suddenly against him?! First, a flight with S'kef, a congratulations you survived gift of Weyrlingmaster, a camping trip that blew up into a billion multi-coloured midget dragons, and then he'd avoided R'nd. FOR SIX WHOLE DAYS. B'jin had never been so lonely.
Did he really spend that much time with R'nd?!
The greenrider slunk down the Dining Hall without very much gusto, helping himself to a plate of food and dumping some onto it without any particular enthusiasm. He picked up a glass of wine, frowning down at the brew he knew would taste nothing like wine, and then shrugged. If he drank enough, it would kill his headache, right? Only until tomorrow, Larrikith quipped cheerfully, ignoring the sour response she got as B'jin returned to his slinking pace to find a table.
The greenrider seated himself opposite D'ren without so much as a greeting and poked at his food. Slowly, brown eyes rose though no food had so much as looked as if it might head toward his mouth; his lips were far too busy forming a sulking pout. "If I get asked," he murmured as he stabbed a vegetable with his knife, "one more stupid question, I'm going to drown them all."
B'jin had gone from there, stuffing his classes head full of anything that struck him as something that should be known prior to Impression. Two lessons and B'jin had been bored of the unenthusiastic class and his own disinterest in the subject. There were a lot of things he would rather be doing, than forced into educating a bunch of lacklustre young men and women. So, listing all the things he would rather be doing (nothing, and spending time with R'nd at the top of that list. In bold.) B'jin had accidentally come across the perfect way to 'teach his class' while also doing absolutely nothing, and attaching himself to R'nd: Camping!
That, of course, had not gone as planned either! A few days in and his class and 'assisting dragonriders' were frolicking around in the sand with eggs. Though he had been quick to threaten the life of anyone that claimed they were firelizards (okay, so not quite that dramatic, but not far off), B'jin had been furious when they actually hatched into firelizards. What was this?! Why was the entirety of Pern suddenly against him?! First, a flight with S'kef, a congratulations you survived gift of Weyrlingmaster, a camping trip that blew up into a billion multi-coloured midget dragons, and then he'd avoided R'nd. FOR SIX WHOLE DAYS. B'jin had never been so lonely.
Did he really spend that much time with R'nd?!
The greenrider slunk down the Dining Hall without very much gusto, helping himself to a plate of food and dumping some onto it without any particular enthusiasm. He picked up a glass of wine, frowning down at the brew he knew would taste nothing like wine, and then shrugged. If he drank enough, it would kill his headache, right? Only until tomorrow, Larrikith quipped cheerfully, ignoring the sour response she got as B'jin returned to his slinking pace to find a table.
The greenrider seated himself opposite D'ren without so much as a greeting and poked at his food. Slowly, brown eyes rose though no food had so much as looked as if it might head toward his mouth; his lips were far too busy forming a sulking pout. "If I get asked," he murmured as he stabbed a vegetable with his knife, "one more stupid question, I'm going to drown them all."
