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!
07.Mar.14, 12:39 PM
Grith’s flights were hard to miss; frequent as they were, and with the dragon in question being obnoxiously loud, everyone always knew when she was in the sky. B’jin had not paid the green any more attention than he did any other time she flew – at least, not until Larrikith informed him, with great amusement, that Ayyonth was chasing. That had certainly woken up the lazy greenrider.
Rubbing sleep from his eyes even as he stumbled outside, B’jin located his dragon and climbed up her side to flop onto her neck and watch the flight with amused interest; he could name several of the dragons chasing and even a few of the younger ones. Grith and Par’a were good for breaking in the youngsters, and B’jin’s lips twitched with amusement as he imagined the responses those young men would have, coming back into their own beside the woman that had helped raise most of the younger riders. He bit his lip to prevent the snigger that was sure to break free, just as Ayyonth managed to swoop in and snag the loud green.
Laughing, B’jin gave a whoop and slid off Larrikith’s side, the green just as amused as her rider; while she was not particularly fond of sharing Ayyonth, Grith was a good friend of hers, and Larrikith was not at all against the playful torture that winning Grith’s flight would inflict upon R’nd. She couldn’t wait to see how this would play out! Humming to herself in amusement, Larrikith settled back down in her little hollow to wait for Ayyonth to come back, smug and amused.
Acting was something B’jin was relatively good at; he could not lie to save himself, but he could act for the most part (and considering some of his extracurricular activities when he was younger, was rather important). Unfortunately, it took a bit of time to figure out how he wanted to handle his poor lover, and he knew he only had a limited amount of time to figure it out in; Grith was not prone to long flights and he wasn’t sure if Par’a would manage to keep R’nd around for a bit of extra playtime… With more quiet giggling, B’jin cleaned himself up and got dressed, for once unconcerned about the earliness of the day.
When R’nd came in, B’jin was sitting on the floor sketching with quick, rough lines and a frown between his eyebrows as he concentrated. The bluerider’s entrance was acknowledged with a glance, before B’jin looked up properly as R’nd stood there looking lost, and stated the obvious. The greenrider stared up at him silently for several long moments, face perfectly neutral; and then it broke, B’jin pressing his lips together but failing to hide the smirk as brown eyes sparkled with mirth; his shoulders trembled with withheld laughter.
All his previous ideas of what to say in response to R’nd fled, and B’jin was left trying valiantly not to laugh at his poor lover. He was failing spectacularly. Standing up, B’jin put the little sketch pad on the bed, and rocked back on his heels for a moment, watching R’nd with his face still scrunched up as he swallowed his laughter. “I saw,” he thought he’d be safe with those two little words, but they were riddled with giggles and B’jin’s face crumpled into a combination of laughter and apology as he stared at R’nd with wide, watery eyes as he collapsed into wild giggles. “I’m s-s-sorry!”
Rubbing sleep from his eyes even as he stumbled outside, B’jin located his dragon and climbed up her side to flop onto her neck and watch the flight with amused interest; he could name several of the dragons chasing and even a few of the younger ones. Grith and Par’a were good for breaking in the youngsters, and B’jin’s lips twitched with amusement as he imagined the responses those young men would have, coming back into their own beside the woman that had helped raise most of the younger riders. He bit his lip to prevent the snigger that was sure to break free, just as Ayyonth managed to swoop in and snag the loud green.
Laughing, B’jin gave a whoop and slid off Larrikith’s side, the green just as amused as her rider; while she was not particularly fond of sharing Ayyonth, Grith was a good friend of hers, and Larrikith was not at all against the playful torture that winning Grith’s flight would inflict upon R’nd. She couldn’t wait to see how this would play out! Humming to herself in amusement, Larrikith settled back down in her little hollow to wait for Ayyonth to come back, smug and amused.
Acting was something B’jin was relatively good at; he could not lie to save himself, but he could act for the most part (and considering some of his extracurricular activities when he was younger, was rather important). Unfortunately, it took a bit of time to figure out how he wanted to handle his poor lover, and he knew he only had a limited amount of time to figure it out in; Grith was not prone to long flights and he wasn’t sure if Par’a would manage to keep R’nd around for a bit of extra playtime… With more quiet giggling, B’jin cleaned himself up and got dressed, for once unconcerned about the earliness of the day.
When R’nd came in, B’jin was sitting on the floor sketching with quick, rough lines and a frown between his eyebrows as he concentrated. The bluerider’s entrance was acknowledged with a glance, before B’jin looked up properly as R’nd stood there looking lost, and stated the obvious. The greenrider stared up at him silently for several long moments, face perfectly neutral; and then it broke, B’jin pressing his lips together but failing to hide the smirk as brown eyes sparkled with mirth; his shoulders trembled with withheld laughter.
All his previous ideas of what to say in response to R’nd fled, and B’jin was left trying valiantly not to laugh at his poor lover. He was failing spectacularly. Standing up, B’jin put the little sketch pad on the bed, and rocked back on his heels for a moment, watching R’nd with his face still scrunched up as he swallowed his laughter. “I saw,” he thought he’d be safe with those two little words, but they were riddled with giggles and B’jin’s face crumpled into a combination of laughter and apology as he stared at R’nd with wide, watery eyes as he collapsed into wild giggles. “I’m s-s-sorry!”
