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.Apr.13, 12:57 PM
B'jin honestly wasn't sure if he were surprised, or relieved, by the number of people that had opted to join the growing crowd of people at dawn on the day of the execution. The dragons would be keening within a handful of hours, mourning the loss of one of their own, at the hands of their self appointed leader. It was not a good set-up, and B'jin was more than eager to be out of the way. The meeting of Weyrlingmasters that R'nya had called up just the day before had surprised B'jin; by the end of it, however, he had been more than relieved. He'd been thankful.
The greenrider had no idea what S'kef was playing at, or if it had been S'kef's idea or R'nya's or someone else entirely to send the youngsters and the goldriders and whomever else opted to tag along well outside the immediate area. There had been a lot of discussion on the best course of action to take in order to get everyone outside of keening distance. With many of the dragons aware of what would be happening that day, they needed to be sure not even a whisper would reach them. Trips between would be required. That, of itself, was no big deal. The problem was the Weyrling classes, who had yet to do any such travelling and the youngest of them which had Hatched barely a month before.
B'jin was very stressed. His class were only just settling into flying. They were getting good at taking off and landing, and they were becoming quite skilled in basic flight patterns and at recognising when their fellows were in good form, or when they were ready to take a rest. B'jin was very pleased with them all... But he wasn't not in the slightest convinced that they were ready for the task of flying between – especially not on their own. If he'd been given more time, the greenrider would have packed them all up a week ago and turned it into a camping expedition. Set out, explore, have some fun. None of them would have even had to know what was going on back home. Oh, he would have preferred that!
Instead, he'd been fretting and pacing. He'd been tugging on his hair in frustration and just about sent the blonde locks standing on end from all the times he had run his fingers through it. He'd alternated between sulking unhappily and demanding affection from R'nd, and being waspish and grumpy with him. He just needed to figure out a safe way to get his kids outside of the Katilan district, and he had to figure it out within the next handful of hours. Why was dawn approaching so fast? He didn't remember going to bed,but he did remember startling awake from a nightmare and kicking R'nd in the shin, the same time his flailing had hit the other in the chest (or the nose, or the stomach or the arse – the greenrider had no idea as he had then promptly managed to fall out of bed.) before landing on his arse on the floor with a loud thump, and a string of half whispered curses.
With the 231 clutch having just graduated, there were only the three clutches left to take care of. The mid-year clutch by Tyrrisath was a year old, and they were capable of winking between and were more used to the longer rides. The youngest would have their dragonets loaded up on the larger adults, and carefully ferried. It was B'jin's class alone that was causing the man so much trouble (not that he was at all required to worry about the other two), and he was still being stretched in two directions as he dressed – actually donning proper dragonrider leathers that hadn't seen the light of day since his last wing practice – and plaiting his hair back with jerking movements that belied his stress. R'nd's light touch was reassuring, and B'jin leant against him quietly for a few moments, before the stress bubbled up once more and the greenrider began wriggling anxiously. What was he going to do?!
The desire for the swiftness of the jump between was hard to beat away, and B'jin was very torn between the two options. The trip would be so much easier – but his kids weren't ready yet, not by a long shot, and they were still well over a month away from learning the theory of how to jump between. He wasn't prepared to lose members of his small class over such a thing as S'kef being a power hungry bastard. The risk would be too great without such stressers hanging over their heads. When he finally came to the conclusion to fly the Weyrlings straight, B'jin relaxed visibly and cuddled against R'nd once more, huffing out a deep sigh. Teaching harper lessons was so much easier! “Shall we?” he asked mildly, kissing the bluerider with gentle affection before stepping away after a lingering pause. What would he do without R'nd?
Moments later, B'jin was standing before the gathering that had come together, voices hushed in the predawn as they waited for Weyrlings and their masters to gather. B'jin collected up his own group, checking their riding straps and looking over their dragons with a critical eye. Strained muscles and dodgy strap work would not go down well today! It shouldn't take them long to get out of the immediate vicinity of Katila – five or six hours, surely – but the greenrider was still questioning the weyrling's ability to make it that far, especially straight.
We should take them between. Larrikith said, her voice gentle against B'jin's mind. They are strong, they are not stupid, and we have many here to guide them individually, she pointed out reasonably, blowing warm breath over her fretting rider. Relax, you will just stress them out.
They don't know how to go between, though! B'jin bemoaned, before startling when larrikith rumbled a soft laughter, her eyes glowing warmly.All dragons know how to go between, you silly man.
Stressed B'jin is stressed lulz. He'll cave and take them between. We may or may not lose an NPC. I dunno... Send me a PM for yes or no, xD I'll go with 'no' unless I get enough PMs to make yes definite. Lol. You can suggest a colour too if you want.
We're not losing the ditzy bluerider though. He's too epic. Someone adopt him? He thought brown dragons fly blue. C'mon, that's adorable <3 xD
The greenrider had no idea what S'kef was playing at, or if it had been S'kef's idea or R'nya's or someone else entirely to send the youngsters and the goldriders and whomever else opted to tag along well outside the immediate area. There had been a lot of discussion on the best course of action to take in order to get everyone outside of keening distance. With many of the dragons aware of what would be happening that day, they needed to be sure not even a whisper would reach them. Trips between would be required. That, of itself, was no big deal. The problem was the Weyrling classes, who had yet to do any such travelling and the youngest of them which had Hatched barely a month before.
B'jin was very stressed. His class were only just settling into flying. They were getting good at taking off and landing, and they were becoming quite skilled in basic flight patterns and at recognising when their fellows were in good form, or when they were ready to take a rest. B'jin was very pleased with them all... But he wasn't not in the slightest convinced that they were ready for the task of flying between – especially not on their own. If he'd been given more time, the greenrider would have packed them all up a week ago and turned it into a camping expedition. Set out, explore, have some fun. None of them would have even had to know what was going on back home. Oh, he would have preferred that!
Instead, he'd been fretting and pacing. He'd been tugging on his hair in frustration and just about sent the blonde locks standing on end from all the times he had run his fingers through it. He'd alternated between sulking unhappily and demanding affection from R'nd, and being waspish and grumpy with him. He just needed to figure out a safe way to get his kids outside of the Katilan district, and he had to figure it out within the next handful of hours. Why was dawn approaching so fast? He didn't remember going to bed,but he did remember startling awake from a nightmare and kicking R'nd in the shin, the same time his flailing had hit the other in the chest (or the nose, or the stomach or the arse – the greenrider had no idea as he had then promptly managed to fall out of bed.) before landing on his arse on the floor with a loud thump, and a string of half whispered curses.
With the 231 clutch having just graduated, there were only the three clutches left to take care of. The mid-year clutch by Tyrrisath was a year old, and they were capable of winking between and were more used to the longer rides. The youngest would have their dragonets loaded up on the larger adults, and carefully ferried. It was B'jin's class alone that was causing the man so much trouble (not that he was at all required to worry about the other two), and he was still being stretched in two directions as he dressed – actually donning proper dragonrider leathers that hadn't seen the light of day since his last wing practice – and plaiting his hair back with jerking movements that belied his stress. R'nd's light touch was reassuring, and B'jin leant against him quietly for a few moments, before the stress bubbled up once more and the greenrider began wriggling anxiously. What was he going to do?!
The desire for the swiftness of the jump between was hard to beat away, and B'jin was very torn between the two options. The trip would be so much easier – but his kids weren't ready yet, not by a long shot, and they were still well over a month away from learning the theory of how to jump between. He wasn't prepared to lose members of his small class over such a thing as S'kef being a power hungry bastard. The risk would be too great without such stressers hanging over their heads. When he finally came to the conclusion to fly the Weyrlings straight, B'jin relaxed visibly and cuddled against R'nd once more, huffing out a deep sigh. Teaching harper lessons was so much easier! “Shall we?” he asked mildly, kissing the bluerider with gentle affection before stepping away after a lingering pause. What would he do without R'nd?
Moments later, B'jin was standing before the gathering that had come together, voices hushed in the predawn as they waited for Weyrlings and their masters to gather. B'jin collected up his own group, checking their riding straps and looking over their dragons with a critical eye. Strained muscles and dodgy strap work would not go down well today! It shouldn't take them long to get out of the immediate vicinity of Katila – five or six hours, surely – but the greenrider was still questioning the weyrling's ability to make it that far, especially straight.
They don't know how to go between, though! B'jin bemoaned, before startling when larrikith rumbled a soft laughter, her eyes glowing warmly.
Stressed B'jin is stressed lulz. He'll cave and take them between. We may or may not lose an NPC. I dunno... Send me a PM for yes or no, xD I'll go with 'no' unless I get enough PMs to make yes definite. Lol. You can suggest a colour too if you want.
We're not losing the ditzy bluerider though. He's too epic. Someone adopt him? He thought brown dragons fly blue. C'mon, that's adorable <3 xD
