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!
23.Mar.13, 02:29 AM
B’jin grumbled something sourly under his breath when a draconic mind poked relentlessly against his own, and the greenrider curled into a tighter ball, tugging blankets up around his ear in an attempt to drown the obnoxious bitch out that was babbling cheerfully at him. R’nd’s grumbling response to Ayyonth indicated B’jin wasn’t the only one being attacked and the greenrider sighed dramatically, a sound that changed tone almost immediately as his shoulder became breakfast for his lover. “Mm,” B’jin murmured, shifting when he felt R’nd move and accepting the swift kiss with a sleepy smile.
Being abandoned by his bluerider resulted in a sulky pout, though he made no move to follow the other man. Larrikith breathed heavily on the window that she’d risen to peer through, her voice grating on B’jin’s ears as he flicked his lover a playful look and promptly buried himself under the blankets, curling up determinedly. Hatching be damned! Larrikith grumbled playfully to Ayyonth as R’nd left, determined to get her rider onto the Sands. His continual grumbles of ‘well, have any hatched yet’ were met with slowly more and more puzzled nos, before B’jin finally crawled out of bed, purely out of curiosity. He was starting to believe Larrikith was playing him for a fool, but her confusion was so genuine.
Grumbling and stumbling around, B’jin dug up his own clothing and tottered off to find his lover, honing in on the younger man and snuggling against him shamelessly, completely ignoring the people around them. R’nd’s assumption that the greenrider fell asleep once again was not wrong, the weyrlingmaster’s chin resting on his chest, knees locked (this time) so he didn’t drop to the ground like he had before. A soft hmm was given when R’nd began moving them, B’jin obediently stumbling along before collapsing back on his lover with little grace or interest. B’jin was not a morning person, and it was still far too early for him.
As the day wore on, and nothing happened, B’jin first got grumpier – he’d been quite happy in dream land, thank you very much! – before huffing and slinking off to check on his own class after R’nd was sweet enough to bring him something for breakfast. When all the young dragons were checked up on, and their young riders chatted with in the same basic routine B’jin had put them through every day since their Impression, he returned to R’nd. Shortly thereafter, he was being dragged happily back to the sands, B’jin quipping about finally, even as he leaned back against R’nd’s chest and rested his hands over the top of his lover’s.
“Hmm,” B’jin hummed softly, throwing a coy look at R’nd from under his lashes. Clearly R’nd still wasn’t fully awake, if he thought green was a lucky colour. Ayyonth was undoubtedly the luckiest dragon on Pern with the number of flights he’d scored Larrikith in!
Being abandoned by his bluerider resulted in a sulky pout, though he made no move to follow the other man. Larrikith breathed heavily on the window that she’d risen to peer through, her voice grating on B’jin’s ears as he flicked his lover a playful look and promptly buried himself under the blankets, curling up determinedly. Hatching be damned! Larrikith grumbled playfully to Ayyonth as R’nd left, determined to get her rider onto the Sands. His continual grumbles of ‘well, have any hatched yet’ were met with slowly more and more puzzled nos, before B’jin finally crawled out of bed, purely out of curiosity. He was starting to believe Larrikith was playing him for a fool, but her confusion was so genuine.
Grumbling and stumbling around, B’jin dug up his own clothing and tottered off to find his lover, honing in on the younger man and snuggling against him shamelessly, completely ignoring the people around them. R’nd’s assumption that the greenrider fell asleep once again was not wrong, the weyrlingmaster’s chin resting on his chest, knees locked (this time) so he didn’t drop to the ground like he had before. A soft hmm was given when R’nd began moving them, B’jin obediently stumbling along before collapsing back on his lover with little grace or interest. B’jin was not a morning person, and it was still far too early for him.
As the day wore on, and nothing happened, B’jin first got grumpier – he’d been quite happy in dream land, thank you very much! – before huffing and slinking off to check on his own class after R’nd was sweet enough to bring him something for breakfast. When all the young dragons were checked up on, and their young riders chatted with in the same basic routine B’jin had put them through every day since their Impression, he returned to R’nd. Shortly thereafter, he was being dragged happily back to the sands, B’jin quipping about finally, even as he leaned back against R’nd’s chest and rested his hands over the top of his lover’s.
“Hmm,” B’jin hummed softly, throwing a coy look at R’nd from under his lashes. Clearly R’nd still wasn’t fully awake, if he thought green was a lucky colour. Ayyonth was undoubtedly the luckiest dragon on Pern with the number of flights he’d scored Larrikith in!
