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!
19.Feb.13, 10:53 AM
B’jin nodded when all the brownriders were mounted up, watching Talian carefully for a moment before turning to the anxiously fidgeting as they waited for their turn to mount up. The greenrider barely had time to get out an encouraging smile before the young men were all scrabbling to find their footing and climb aboard their dragonets. With most the green and blue standing at about six feet at the shoulder, it was an amusing moment as B’jin watched several forget in their excitement to ask their young partner to actually duck down so they could climb aboard. Grinning cheerfully at the enthusiasm that was being displayed, B’jin set about correcting postures.
Starting with the brownriders, B’jin corrected some placements, telling the young men to sit straighter – it would help them balance much more naturally than clinging to the dragon’s neck like they’d topple off! – And patted Talian on the calf as he passed, nodding when the young man’s posture was met as suitable. The blueriders were moved through casually, the Harper biting the inside of his lip with amused glee as he helped his poster child sit properly, shifting the young man almost bodily while Larrikith instructed the dragonet, and young man, both mentally while adding little quips into the back of B’jin’s mind.
The young greenriders were come to next, B’jin pausing as he nodded at them to mount up. As they did so, B’jin instructed Larrikith to begin setting up the brown and blueriders, preparing them for their first walk around the square. Larrikith gleefully pranced to the front of the class, and set about nosing the brown dragonets into order, pointedly ignoring how much bigger than herself many of them were. Even some of the blues were now longer than she! She was still taller than most of them, however, and with her wings extended upright in her excitement, she really only looked bigger. Content that they were set up appropriately, Larrikith instructed them to stay put as she pranced back to B’jin.
“Mount up, boys, and we’ll all embark upon our first walk of the Gather Square!” helping up a couple of the young men who were having difficulty, B’jin adjusted their posture before moving on to Seijin; his timidity about hurting his dragon was almost written on his face, and B’jin patted his knee gently. “You won’t hurt her, and you won’t be on long enough to tire her out too much. As greenriders,” He stepped back slightly, to speak to the greenriders in particular, though his voice carried pointedly to the other weyrlings, “as dragonriders, you will need to learn when to pick up on – and acknowledge – your dragon’s limitations. A tired dragon is one that gets cramp, or drops out of the sky in exhaustion.” Patting Seijin’s knee again, B’jin made his way over to Larrikith and threw himself on board with a practised ease that had taken him a long time to learn.
“Alright! I want you to do one circuit of the Square, and then meet back here. No faster than a walk or you’ll be grounded for a week!” While riding their dragons on the ground could be considered ungainly, being told to sit the fuck on the grass while everyone else pranced round doing pony rides would be far more embarrassing! Content they would do as they were told, at least for this lesson, B’jin waved the brownriders to lead the way, while keeping an eye on the smaller green dragonets. They were far more likely to falter than their larger brothers, and B’jin wanted to make sure none of them injured themselves in their determination to please their human half.
Starting with the brownriders, B’jin corrected some placements, telling the young men to sit straighter – it would help them balance much more naturally than clinging to the dragon’s neck like they’d topple off! – And patted Talian on the calf as he passed, nodding when the young man’s posture was met as suitable. The blueriders were moved through casually, the Harper biting the inside of his lip with amused glee as he helped his poster child sit properly, shifting the young man almost bodily while Larrikith instructed the dragonet, and young man, both mentally while adding little quips into the back of B’jin’s mind.
The young greenriders were come to next, B’jin pausing as he nodded at them to mount up. As they did so, B’jin instructed Larrikith to begin setting up the brown and blueriders, preparing them for their first walk around the square. Larrikith gleefully pranced to the front of the class, and set about nosing the brown dragonets into order, pointedly ignoring how much bigger than herself many of them were. Even some of the blues were now longer than she! She was still taller than most of them, however, and with her wings extended upright in her excitement, she really only looked bigger. Content that they were set up appropriately, Larrikith instructed them to stay put as she pranced back to B’jin.
“Mount up, boys, and we’ll all embark upon our first walk of the Gather Square!” helping up a couple of the young men who were having difficulty, B’jin adjusted their posture before moving on to Seijin; his timidity about hurting his dragon was almost written on his face, and B’jin patted his knee gently. “You won’t hurt her, and you won’t be on long enough to tire her out too much. As greenriders,” He stepped back slightly, to speak to the greenriders in particular, though his voice carried pointedly to the other weyrlings, “as dragonriders, you will need to learn when to pick up on – and acknowledge – your dragon’s limitations. A tired dragon is one that gets cramp, or drops out of the sky in exhaustion.” Patting Seijin’s knee again, B’jin made his way over to Larrikith and threw himself on board with a practised ease that had taken him a long time to learn.
“Alright! I want you to do one circuit of the Square, and then meet back here. No faster than a walk or you’ll be grounded for a week!” While riding their dragons on the ground could be considered ungainly, being told to sit the fuck on the grass while everyone else pranced round doing pony rides would be far more embarrassing! Content they would do as they were told, at least for this lesson, B’jin waved the brownriders to lead the way, while keeping an eye on the smaller green dragonets. They were far more likely to falter than their larger brothers, and B’jin wanted to make sure none of them injured themselves in their determination to please their human half.
