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!
02.Jul.14, 02:49 PM
B’jin blinked at the cordial greeting, the greenrider having just about convinced himself that the young man would get up and stomp off, rather than talk to someone when he wasn’t in the mood. Of course, that thought process was far more because that was how B’jin tended to be – to say nothing of Larrikith – and not because he so much felt it would be a part of Firah’s personality. B’jin really was not looking that deeply into anything, except maybe the gravy on his plate.
Surprise flittered across B’jin’s features as his companion picked up their very short conversation by actually answering his question. On the table, Shimmer lifted her head in response to B’jin’s emotions, and chirped questioningly. When she was ignored, the little firelizard ruffled her wings irritably and returned to her meal, regally ignoring both men.
The smile that came to life on B’jin’s lips as Firah finished speaking with a sigh was dry, humourless but understanding. While it was not really common knowledge outside of the classes he taught, B’jin had never taken to the dragonrider life and, like many of those that had been stolen, had greatly resented being thrown into it. It was probably why those he had himself Stolen resented him so thoroughly; if he hated his life so badly, how could he turn around and do unto them as had been done by him? B’jin swallowed a grimace and pushed that train of thought aside.
“Probably not,” B’jin agreed with frank honesty, frowning slightly as he watched the beastcrafter over the top of his plate, his food forgotten for the time being. “But you are free to do that, now,” an anxious air took over his frown and B’jin chewed on his bottom lip for a few moments. Many of the crafters who had not yet Impressed had lined up to be taken home; some of them had managed to worm their way back into their old life, either because they were welcomed or because they were determined. Not all the endings were happy, though. People moved on, ranks changed and adjustments were made – particularly since many of these youngsters had been declared dead.
B’jin sat back in his seat, spine straight, and raised his eyebrows at Firah. “It is more a question of whether or not you can live with the truth,” whatever his situation’s truth might turn out to be, “or if you would prefer the ‘what-ifs’.” For someone so inclined to live in oblivion, B’jin had a remarkable ability to be insightful at times, mostly when it was about other folks and not himself. “Larri and I could take you,” he offered, apparently just before hre remembered he had food: brown eyes glanced down and was swiftly followed by a large forkful filling his mouth.
:| Sorry, I’m nine-tenths asleep. Hopefully it isn’t too repetitive/dull <3 x.x
Surprise flittered across B’jin’s features as his companion picked up their very short conversation by actually answering his question. On the table, Shimmer lifted her head in response to B’jin’s emotions, and chirped questioningly. When she was ignored, the little firelizard ruffled her wings irritably and returned to her meal, regally ignoring both men.
The smile that came to life on B’jin’s lips as Firah finished speaking with a sigh was dry, humourless but understanding. While it was not really common knowledge outside of the classes he taught, B’jin had never taken to the dragonrider life and, like many of those that had been stolen, had greatly resented being thrown into it. It was probably why those he had himself Stolen resented him so thoroughly; if he hated his life so badly, how could he turn around and do unto them as had been done by him? B’jin swallowed a grimace and pushed that train of thought aside.
“Probably not,” B’jin agreed with frank honesty, frowning slightly as he watched the beastcrafter over the top of his plate, his food forgotten for the time being. “But you are free to do that, now,” an anxious air took over his frown and B’jin chewed on his bottom lip for a few moments. Many of the crafters who had not yet Impressed had lined up to be taken home; some of them had managed to worm their way back into their old life, either because they were welcomed or because they were determined. Not all the endings were happy, though. People moved on, ranks changed and adjustments were made – particularly since many of these youngsters had been declared dead.
B’jin sat back in his seat, spine straight, and raised his eyebrows at Firah. “It is more a question of whether or not you can live with the truth,” whatever his situation’s truth might turn out to be, “or if you would prefer the ‘what-ifs’.” For someone so inclined to live in oblivion, B’jin had a remarkable ability to be insightful at times, mostly when it was about other folks and not himself. “Larri and I could take you,” he offered, apparently just before hre remembered he had food: brown eyes glanced down and was swiftly followed by a large forkful filling his mouth.
:| Sorry, I’m nine-tenths asleep. Hopefully it isn’t too repetitive/dull <3 x.x
