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, 09:50 PM
D'ren smiled. He knew there wasn't anything innatly funny about B'jin's bad day, but even when angry and ranting the man came across as perfectly charming. D'ren thought being Weyrling Master sounded like a fine job, but he could see how a man like B'jin might encounter some personal challenges along the way. "I'f love to answer their stupid questions," the bronzerider said gently, flashing his greenriding friend a friendly smile to assure the easily-ruffled greenrider that he was being neither mocked nor trivialized.
"What sort of stupid questions?" D'ren asked calmly. He expected some sort of tirade regarding fire lizards, but that was nothing he couldn't handle. B'jin seemed in the mood to rant, and D'ren was generally content to let others do so. It soothed his own nerves by making him feel like he was helping, and he desperately wanted a distraction from what had been going on all day. Yes, B'jin, please tell me all your troubles!
Ronarth, however, would not be silenced without a fight. B'jin! the bronze blurted. N'gelt is beating up I'shan! And D'ren won't stop him!
D'ren's face immediately turned red. He glowered at the ceiling, a sure sign that he was scolding his dragon. Ronarth, SHUT UP he snapped, shutting the bronze away and willing him to behave. Ronarth creeled sadly, not understanding why he wasn't allowed to speak, and began to sulk. D'ren just shook his head and buried his face in one hand.
"I'm sorry, B'jin. He won't bother you again," he assured the greenrider. He made a mental note to console Ronarth later. The poor dragon was so well meaning, and yet such a sharding pain.
"What sort of stupid questions?" D'ren asked calmly. He expected some sort of tirade regarding fire lizards, but that was nothing he couldn't handle. B'jin seemed in the mood to rant, and D'ren was generally content to let others do so. It soothed his own nerves by making him feel like he was helping, and he desperately wanted a distraction from what had been going on all day. Yes, B'jin, please tell me all your troubles!
Ronarth, however, would not be silenced without a fight. B'jin! the bronze blurted. N'gelt is beating up I'shan! And D'ren won't stop him!
D'ren's face immediately turned red. He glowered at the ceiling, a sure sign that he was scolding his dragon. Ronarth, SHUT UP he snapped, shutting the bronze away and willing him to behave. Ronarth creeled sadly, not understanding why he wasn't allowed to speak, and began to sulk. D'ren just shook his head and buried his face in one hand.
"I'm sorry, B'jin. He won't bother you again," he assured the greenrider. He made a mental note to console Ronarth later. The poor dragon was so well meaning, and yet such a sharding pain.
