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!
06.Feb.13, 09:55 AM
Z’ia’s laughter was less than reassuring, and B’jin pressed against R’nd as the bluerider looped an arm around his waist, B’jin’s eyes dark with suspicion as he eyed the tiny dragonrider warily. Z’ia had never really done anything to cause B’jin any major discomfort, but the laughter and the words he had chosen to speak made B’jin nervous and he was twitchy as he picked up the pile of cards that had been tossed to him and R’nd.
A frown was thrown at I’shan; B’jin had heard the story of his Impression before, and found the tale both insulting and amusing. The Harper was incredibly touchy about the way people would bet on who would Impress what colour, their reasons why – but most importantly he took a deep offence to those that bet on maiden flights. Who would fly first, who would last the longest before being snatched, which male dragon would do the snatching, whether the greenrider would fight, cry or go along willingly. It rankled his feathers something fierce!
A glance at the cards he held told B’jin he was screwed – and hopefully only in the figurative way, while in present company! – and he leaned shamelessly against R’nd, lifting his gaze to peer around the table without any particular expression. He wasn’t likely to win, but he waited to make sure he wasn’t about to be the first one to dive off the dock either. The greenrider froze, stiffening unhappily at D’hys’ comment about R’nd stripping when B’jin lost a round and the greenrider’s expression darkened unhappily. B’jin had spent a lot of his earlier years playing poker – but removing his clothing had never been a part of the game! It was much easier to keep his face intact when he wasn’t risking losing his clothing with every bad card that was tossed his way!
“Sorry,” B’jin murmured weakly when D’hys’ hand was revealed to be the winner yet again and the greenrider shifted uncomfortably. I want to go home!What are you telling me for? Just leave then. Larrikith’s voice was a combination of confused, irritated and asleep as she startled awake with B’jin’s mental cry. She would have been snippier, but her rider’s emotions were swirling all over the place and the green dragon sat up, concern flickering on the edge of her emotions. I don’t think I can… B’jin picked his cards up, keeping his gaze low as he curled defensively against R’nd once more, eyeing he ones he’d picked up with far too obvious relief. A good hand finally!
Why not? The green dragon’s voice was an impatient demand, eyes swirling sickly shades of distress as she stood up, head turned in the direction of the room the group of men were currently occupying. Are they preventing you? … no… B’jin hesitated, not sure if Larrikith meant literally or figuratively – that was usually mood dependant! Sometimes it mattered to the little green, and sometimes one was as bad as the other. He felt Larrikith pause for a moment, and then the green dragon bespoke R’nd, B’jin shrinking in on himself in embarrassment as she did so. B’jin wants out. Bring him home. Now.
Why did she always have to show she cared about him, in times and ways that were mortifying?Stop being stupid. Mortifying is coming home naked. B'jin flinched visibly, grimacing.
A frown was thrown at I’shan; B’jin had heard the story of his Impression before, and found the tale both insulting and amusing. The Harper was incredibly touchy about the way people would bet on who would Impress what colour, their reasons why – but most importantly he took a deep offence to those that bet on maiden flights. Who would fly first, who would last the longest before being snatched, which male dragon would do the snatching, whether the greenrider would fight, cry or go along willingly. It rankled his feathers something fierce!
A glance at the cards he held told B’jin he was screwed – and hopefully only in the figurative way, while in present company! – and he leaned shamelessly against R’nd, lifting his gaze to peer around the table without any particular expression. He wasn’t likely to win, but he waited to make sure he wasn’t about to be the first one to dive off the dock either. The greenrider froze, stiffening unhappily at D’hys’ comment about R’nd stripping when B’jin lost a round and the greenrider’s expression darkened unhappily. B’jin had spent a lot of his earlier years playing poker – but removing his clothing had never been a part of the game! It was much easier to keep his face intact when he wasn’t risking losing his clothing with every bad card that was tossed his way!
“Sorry,” B’jin murmured weakly when D’hys’ hand was revealed to be the winner yet again and the greenrider shifted uncomfortably. I want to go home!
Why did she always have to show she cared about him, in times and ways that were mortifying?
