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!
22.Jun.12, 05:57 AM
B'jin's politely neutral mask did little to betray his bewilderment at how, precisely, anyone bonded to a lump of mud with wings could possibly have something to be happy about. Or where those bonded to lumpy mud pies got such arrogance to walk around half naked, or why they were always getting in his face. The greenrider was almost tempted to check to make sure he didn't have some sign on his back or attached to his head like a flashing neon.
Instead, his feet came down from his desk and he shifted subtly on his seat, feet under himself and ready to bolt. B'jin didn't trust more than a handful of people, and not one of them were a brownrider. Brownriders were the worse of the crop and he had no desire to be anywhere near a half naked, far too happy looking mud-bonded rider... That wanted to what?!
"Why don't you commission Kerrin to make you a shirt!" B'jin snapped, scowling irritably, as he tried to figure out why under the red star anyone would come to him to commission such a thing. Obviously, the brownrider must have any some other motive, because B'jin was pretty sure anyone even remotely interested in word based art wouldn't come within a range of him if they could help it.
B'jin was a great singer, and an amazing artist. His talents, however, did not extend to words. He was not a word smith, and his had a better tendency to tie himself up in knots and get him into trouble than win people over. Talian could probably write a better poem than B'jin, and as much as he loved him, the boy was about as imaginative as a rock.
Besides which! B'jin had better things to be doing in his time than sitting around with a some idiot brownrider who wanted to write an ode. What did he even want an ode for? Who was it for? B'jin's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "For whom," he finally asked, his voice as mild and slightly suspicious as his features.
He'd feel out this situation, and then decide whether it was worth his time or not. While the brownrider undoubtedly was not the information he might glean my well be.
Instead, his feet came down from his desk and he shifted subtly on his seat, feet under himself and ready to bolt. B'jin didn't trust more than a handful of people, and not one of them were a brownrider. Brownriders were the worse of the crop and he had no desire to be anywhere near a half naked, far too happy looking mud-bonded rider... That wanted to what?!
"Why don't you commission Kerrin to make you a shirt!" B'jin snapped, scowling irritably, as he tried to figure out why under the red star anyone would come to him to commission such a thing. Obviously, the brownrider must have any some other motive, because B'jin was pretty sure anyone even remotely interested in word based art wouldn't come within a range of him if they could help it.
B'jin was a great singer, and an amazing artist. His talents, however, did not extend to words. He was not a word smith, and his had a better tendency to tie himself up in knots and get him into trouble than win people over. Talian could probably write a better poem than B'jin, and as much as he loved him, the boy was about as imaginative as a rock.
Besides which! B'jin had better things to be doing in his time than sitting around with a some idiot brownrider who wanted to write an ode. What did he even want an ode for? Who was it for? B'jin's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "For whom," he finally asked, his voice as mild and slightly suspicious as his features.
He'd feel out this situation, and then decide whether it was worth his time or not. While the brownrider undoubtedly was not the information he might glean my well be.
