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!
21.Apr.22, 01:48 PM
B’jin grinned brightly at Maerihn’s excitement as she proclaimed knowing just the place for him to look, and he walked beside her as looked up at Larrikith in awe; it was a common response to dragons, and Larrikith was no exception, though she was hardly a specimen of elegance and beauty. His little dragon was exactly that – little – and she was rounded and fat, though she did carry most of that weight well, she was getting a little loose in the muscles from a lack of ongoing activity. B’jin glanced at his dragon, studying her thoughtfully. He really should go flying with her more. When he was a child, B’jin’s son N’mor used to take Larrikith out flying (with or without B’jin himself) and the greenrider could see how the lessening activity over the years had resulted in his dragon losing her muscle tone. The realisation that he and his dragon were actually getting old sent a cold shiver down his spine.
Scratching at his cheek with one hand, B’jin realised absently that he hadn’t shaved that morning, and hoped he didn’t look too scruffy with whatever growth was there. When Maerihn pointed out the shop they were heading to, he nodded, listening avidly as she explained the types of wares the store held in stock. B’jin didn’t bother to write on his little tablet as he followed the young woman the rest of the way to the shop, smiling at her promise of quality goods. He bowed playfully when she held the door for him again, and entered with a steady step, looking around with curious brown eyes and an expression of approval.
B’jin waved to this store’s clerk, though the man appeared to be busy with another customer, before turning to follow Maerihn as she went over towards the display. B’jin was pleasantly pleased by what he saw, and gave a soft snort of amusement when the young woman pointed out a cuff. She had good taste, and while she quite likely had no idea who R’nd was or what he looked like, B’jin could tell the dark leather would look excellent against his mate’s delicious skin. The bluerider had paled somewhat since they had returned North, rather than the richly sunkissed bronze he used to be. Not that B’jin minded; he’d love R’nd no matter how much sunshine his body got, but there were both pros and cons to living in Telgar – pros, snuggling to avoid the cold; cons, no naked R’nd roaming around, except occasionally in the summer…
B’jin shook his head slightly, snorting softly as he brought his mind back into the current conversation and tilted his head at Maerihn’s curious question – once he remembered she had asked it. B’jin chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment, before digging up his tablet once more, and writing on it carefully. He wondered idly as he wrote if she’d avoided saying R’nd’s name because she didn’t know how to pronounce it. He certainly wasn’t able to do so for her, and the vowelless word wasn’t exactly the type to roll easily off a tongue without some guidance!
Somewhere around the ten-year mark, I think. B’jin smiled wryly at the somewhat vague answer. The truth was, he wasn’t entirely sure when his relationship with R’nd had gone from friends to weyrmates, since they had both avoided that particular topic for so many years. R’nd had been frightened of commitment, and while B’jin had been ready to label their relationship earlier than the bluerider, he had had his own demons to overcome before he had finally gotten there himself. Then there were the times B’jin had caused… well, not breakups but nearly as much. B’jin’s nose scrunched up slightly at that thought, before he turned his board back and wiped it clear once more.
A sudden puff of cold air above them had B’jin looking up in surprise, as Shimmer chirped a greeting to her human, then looked at Maerihn curiously as she landed on B’jin’s shoulder, wrapping her golden tail around his neck and nuzzling against his cheek. She chittered at him, and B’jin smiled as he raised a hand to rub the little firelizard’s eyeridge before turning back to his tablet. This is Shimmer. She’ll be ten this year. She was supposed to be a gift for R’nd, but hatched unexpectedly. Well, that was one way to put it. B’jin opted not to think about that encounter too much. Larrikith still hasn’t warmed up to her! His amusement at that was thick and heavy, eyes twinkling as Shimmer crooned again and rubbed her head against his cheek once more.
Scratching at his cheek with one hand, B’jin realised absently that he hadn’t shaved that morning, and hoped he didn’t look too scruffy with whatever growth was there. When Maerihn pointed out the shop they were heading to, he nodded, listening avidly as she explained the types of wares the store held in stock. B’jin didn’t bother to write on his little tablet as he followed the young woman the rest of the way to the shop, smiling at her promise of quality goods. He bowed playfully when she held the door for him again, and entered with a steady step, looking around with curious brown eyes and an expression of approval.
B’jin waved to this store’s clerk, though the man appeared to be busy with another customer, before turning to follow Maerihn as she went over towards the display. B’jin was pleasantly pleased by what he saw, and gave a soft snort of amusement when the young woman pointed out a cuff. She had good taste, and while she quite likely had no idea who R’nd was or what he looked like, B’jin could tell the dark leather would look excellent against his mate’s delicious skin. The bluerider had paled somewhat since they had returned North, rather than the richly sunkissed bronze he used to be. Not that B’jin minded; he’d love R’nd no matter how much sunshine his body got, but there were both pros and cons to living in Telgar – pros, snuggling to avoid the cold; cons, no naked R’nd roaming around, except occasionally in the summer…
B’jin shook his head slightly, snorting softly as he brought his mind back into the current conversation and tilted his head at Maerihn’s curious question – once he remembered she had asked it. B’jin chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment, before digging up his tablet once more, and writing on it carefully. He wondered idly as he wrote if she’d avoided saying R’nd’s name because she didn’t know how to pronounce it. He certainly wasn’t able to do so for her, and the vowelless word wasn’t exactly the type to roll easily off a tongue without some guidance!
Somewhere around the ten-year mark, I think. B’jin smiled wryly at the somewhat vague answer. The truth was, he wasn’t entirely sure when his relationship with R’nd had gone from friends to weyrmates, since they had both avoided that particular topic for so many years. R’nd had been frightened of commitment, and while B’jin had been ready to label their relationship earlier than the bluerider, he had had his own demons to overcome before he had finally gotten there himself. Then there were the times B’jin had caused… well, not breakups but nearly as much. B’jin’s nose scrunched up slightly at that thought, before he turned his board back and wiped it clear once more.
A sudden puff of cold air above them had B’jin looking up in surprise, as Shimmer chirped a greeting to her human, then looked at Maerihn curiously as she landed on B’jin’s shoulder, wrapping her golden tail around his neck and nuzzling against his cheek. She chittered at him, and B’jin smiled as he raised a hand to rub the little firelizard’s eyeridge before turning back to his tablet. This is Shimmer. She’ll be ten this year. She was supposed to be a gift for R’nd, but hatched unexpectedly. Well, that was one way to put it. B’jin opted not to think about that encounter too much. Larrikith still hasn’t warmed up to her! His amusement at that was thick and heavy, eyes twinkling as Shimmer crooned again and rubbed her head against his cheek once more.
