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!
10.Sep.13, 12:42 AM
B'jin wasn't someone to easily trust, and he wasn't keen on trusting someone that one of his closest friends had made a scene about not trusting. As a result, B'jin was naturally inclined to eye D'hys with both distrust and fear as the bluerider picked himself up. The greenrider's reluctance to take the other man at his word was clear in the way he leaned back just slightly and narrowed his eyes at D'hys, wondering what game he was playing with such words and, more importantly, how it would affect him in the moments that were approaching.
D'hys' approach caused a widening of B'jin's eyes, and a pursing of his lips when he realised the bluerider now had his poor pants in possession. Larrikith? The poor greenrider was on the verge of tears, and it was clear in his mental voice as he shrank away from D'hys in terror. The outstretched pants were eyed for several long moments before B'jin finally extended one hand very timidly and took the pants with trembling fingers. He waited pointedly for D'hys to turn away and start scouring the clearing before B'jin practically dove into his pants, jerking them on with a grimace and doing the ties up with a bit of a frown, pursing his lips irritibly at a damaged tie that made it more difficult than it should have been.
"Thank you," B'jin murmured softly as he accepted the shirt the bluerider handed him when he returned, brown eyes frowning up at the taller man as he bundled the shirt in his fingers, and clutched it to his chest almost childishly in an attempt to stay hidden until he was given the opportunity to tug that on, too. B'jin wasn't generally worried about a lack of shirt, though the locations he usually went without such were at R'nd's or at the beach, he was feeling particularly vulnerable after Larrikith's flight and not at all keen to have D'hys mistake laziness for an invitation.
"I-I should g-go." He wrung the shirt anxiously between his fingers as he stepped backwards a few steps. He didn't want to flee wihtout permission, for fear D'hys' mood would change and he'd decide that punishing him for being bad would be a good idea, but he also really didn't want the bluerider to mistake any of his hesitancy for a desire for him. The greenrider stumbled back another step, glancing towards the Weyr; he needed a bath, so badly, and he wanted R'nd. R'nd made everything better!
D'hys' approach caused a widening of B'jin's eyes, and a pursing of his lips when he realised the bluerider now had his poor pants in possession. Larrikith? The poor greenrider was on the verge of tears, and it was clear in his mental voice as he shrank away from D'hys in terror. The outstretched pants were eyed for several long moments before B'jin finally extended one hand very timidly and took the pants with trembling fingers. He waited pointedly for D'hys to turn away and start scouring the clearing before B'jin practically dove into his pants, jerking them on with a grimace and doing the ties up with a bit of a frown, pursing his lips irritibly at a damaged tie that made it more difficult than it should have been.
"Thank you," B'jin murmured softly as he accepted the shirt the bluerider handed him when he returned, brown eyes frowning up at the taller man as he bundled the shirt in his fingers, and clutched it to his chest almost childishly in an attempt to stay hidden until he was given the opportunity to tug that on, too. B'jin wasn't generally worried about a lack of shirt, though the locations he usually went without such were at R'nd's or at the beach, he was feeling particularly vulnerable after Larrikith's flight and not at all keen to have D'hys mistake laziness for an invitation.
"I-I should g-go." He wrung the shirt anxiously between his fingers as he stepped backwards a few steps. He didn't want to flee wihtout permission, for fear D'hys' mood would change and he'd decide that punishing him for being bad would be a good idea, but he also really didn't want the bluerider to mistake any of his hesitancy for a desire for him. The greenrider stumbled back another step, glancing towards the Weyr; he needed a bath, so badly, and he wanted R'nd. R'nd made everything better!
