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!
28.Aug.12, 08:37 AM
The little group arrived in a timely manner, Larrikith flying at a stately glide for most of the way, hovering just high enough above B'jin to prevent the children from sliding from their seats, but not so high that if they did attempt to jump off they would be overly hurt from the fall. Amorandii was chattering the whole way, to what she assumed was a sullen Bordtai, though the little dragon had been too busy focusing on Talian to pay too much attention to her passengers. Only when she'd found her Little Healer had she quietly informed him that B'jin had found a stray and was bringing it in for a vet check. She thought she was funny, she doubted Talian did but shit happens and the little dragon was hardly worried.
B'jin stepped to the side and Larrikith dropped gently to the ground, landing with minimal fuss as she turned her head around to look at her passengers, eyes sparkling with self supplied amusement as she lowered herself further to the ground and watched as Amorandii delicately flicked her skirts and slid into her father's arms, smiling happily as he placed her on the ground. The little girl hovered at his side as B'jin waited pointedly for Bordtai to slide down to him, and he set the child lightly on the ground. Unlike with Amorandii, however, B'jin placed a light and gentle - but definitely controlling - hand on the young boy's shoulder, preventing him from running away or walking in the wrong direction. He didn't know the child, and was unsure how the boy would rebel if he so chose to do so. A quiet comment from Larrikith had him doubting the boy would flee, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Which was exactly why the boy was going to see his boy. There could be damage done under the bruises that would need Talian's sure treatment!
"Come on, kiddo. Inside, up the hall and to that door there," B'jin ushered the child into the building, shooting a smug look at The Wherry as he passed her and her ever sour expression. She'd gotten herself on to B'jin's list of To Torment when she'd continually forbid him see his son; Talian had cleaned that up, quick smart (once he'd learned of it!) and now B'jin took a great deal of satisfaction in marching past her to see his boy, whenever he so damned pleased.
A knock on Talian's office door, and B'jin opened it, herding Bordtai in and letting Amorandii bring up the rear, the child closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
"This is Bordtai. He's just fine, of course, but I felt you might like to wash the blood off his face." Sarcasm was the undercurrent of the light and teasing words B'jin spoke, brown eyes haunted with a worry he was only allowing Talian to see. He did not like to see children in distress, and children in distress that acted like he was prone to, really upset him. The poor boy needed help, and hopefully, they'd be able to get it to him before the child wound up like them: Broken and bitter adults.
B'jin stepped to the side and Larrikith dropped gently to the ground, landing with minimal fuss as she turned her head around to look at her passengers, eyes sparkling with self supplied amusement as she lowered herself further to the ground and watched as Amorandii delicately flicked her skirts and slid into her father's arms, smiling happily as he placed her on the ground. The little girl hovered at his side as B'jin waited pointedly for Bordtai to slide down to him, and he set the child lightly on the ground. Unlike with Amorandii, however, B'jin placed a light and gentle - but definitely controlling - hand on the young boy's shoulder, preventing him from running away or walking in the wrong direction. He didn't know the child, and was unsure how the boy would rebel if he so chose to do so. A quiet comment from Larrikith had him doubting the boy would flee, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Which was exactly why the boy was going to see his boy. There could be damage done under the bruises that would need Talian's sure treatment!
"Come on, kiddo. Inside, up the hall and to that door there," B'jin ushered the child into the building, shooting a smug look at The Wherry as he passed her and her ever sour expression. She'd gotten herself on to B'jin's list of To Torment when she'd continually forbid him see his son; Talian had cleaned that up, quick smart (once he'd learned of it!) and now B'jin took a great deal of satisfaction in marching past her to see his boy, whenever he so damned pleased.
A knock on Talian's office door, and B'jin opened it, herding Bordtai in and letting Amorandii bring up the rear, the child closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
"This is Bordtai. He's just fine, of course, but I felt you might like to wash the blood off his face." Sarcasm was the undercurrent of the light and teasing words B'jin spoke, brown eyes haunted with a worry he was only allowing Talian to see. He did not like to see children in distress, and children in distress that acted like he was prone to, really upset him. The poor boy needed help, and hopefully, they'd be able to get it to him before the child wound up like them: Broken and bitter adults.
