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!
13.Feb.12, 08:35 AM
Kerrin offered only token resistance to the tugging at his arm, along with what might have been a half-hearted growl of, "You are." At this point feeling so unbearably sullen that he couldn't even muster up the energy required to protest against the dragonrider's blatant manhandling. He'd missed those lovely bruises marring R'nd's body before, with the distance between them and the sun in his eyes obscuring what should have been obvious with even the most circumspect of glances, but with the other man getting so up close and personal it was impossible to miss them now. And he knew exactly where they'd come from, too - insider knowledge which only set the boy's frown to deepening. Granted, given their sizes, shapes, and very suspect locations Kerrin suspected even one of those wide-eyed, blushing Hold-bred girls could figure out what had happened if they thought about it hard enough.
What the pouting weyrbrat couldn't figure out why he was feeling so uniquely bothered by them, this time. For now he blamed it on those damn Candidate lessons not only putting ideas into his head, but forcing him to stare for what seemed like hours on end at the very culprit responsible for disfiguring his friend! Between that and the bluerider's backstabbing him with withheld information, it was no wonder Kerrin was feeling a little grumpy.
Quickly, the boy shot his own glare at Ayyonth when the blue's rider betrayed that the dragon had been talking about him. Some part of him did suspect that it was far more likely the dragon had been defending him rather than not, but with his mood soured as it was it was hard to muster up any appreciation for any human or beast who abused a mind-link just to gossip about him as if he weren't standing - or floating, rather, as he had yet to wade out of the shallow water - right sharding there.
When he finally did look back at R'nd, Kerrin just could help it when amber eyes lingered on those bruises, perhaps betraying the true source of his irritation when he inquired without the slightest bit of sympathy in his peevish tone, "So, those still hurt?"
What the pouting weyrbrat couldn't figure out why he was feeling so uniquely bothered by them, this time. For now he blamed it on those damn Candidate lessons not only putting ideas into his head, but forcing him to stare for what seemed like hours on end at the very culprit responsible for disfiguring his friend! Between that and the bluerider's backstabbing him with withheld information, it was no wonder Kerrin was feeling a little grumpy.
Quickly, the boy shot his own glare at Ayyonth when the blue's rider betrayed that the dragon had been talking about him. Some part of him did suspect that it was far more likely the dragon had been defending him rather than not, but with his mood soured as it was it was hard to muster up any appreciation for any human or beast who abused a mind-link just to gossip about him as if he weren't standing - or floating, rather, as he had yet to wade out of the shallow water - right sharding there.
When he finally did look back at R'nd, Kerrin just could help it when amber eyes lingered on those bruises, perhaps betraying the true source of his irritation when he inquired without the slightest bit of sympathy in his peevish tone, "So, those still hurt?"
