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!
24.Feb.12, 01:19 PM
Scepticism and shock had been the two major emotions Valerian had when Larrikith and B’jin closed in on him while out with the group stuck with the fun task of harvesting numbweed. He liked the green but she also liked to tease him so he had assumed the offer wasn’t genuine and if he tried to scramble up her side (grabbing at the fat rolls and scurrying up as per B’jin’s ever so helpful advice) she’d roll over him or lift off so he’d fall. Somehow, however, they had managed to convince him they wanted his company while out for a quiet hunt and leisurely flight. In the end, how could he have said no? Valerian wasn’t fond of manual labour of any sort and he was being offered a chance to fly!
Now, as he clung tightly to the flying straps while Larrikith dipped and dove, Valerian felt he was a naïve fool and mucking about in the numbweed patches was far safer.
He tried to keep his attention on what B’jin was saying, attempting small nods when he heard the man or even when he didn’t but wanted to make it seem like he had. His mind was racing with thoughts of how beautiful everything looked from so high to the thrill soaring through the air gave him. It was everything a little boy could dream of and more! It was majestic and liberating and thanks to B’jin sitting behind him, Valerian didn’t mind smiling widely to display his amazement and happiness.
That was until the cheeky little beast decided to show off.
With the very first spiral for the ground, Valerian saw his life flash before his eyes. He didn’t scream in terror which should have been something to be proud of but he was frozen with fear of his impending demise to do anything but stare wide-eyed. His reaction didn’t get any better for every trick Larrikith tossed their way after that. His knuckles were white from clinging to the straps and he found himself wishing B’jin would hold him tighter to add one extra level of safety. In a clearer state of mind Valerian would have been shocked that he actually thought of the greenrider’s touch in a positive manner but his mind was currently reeling to catch up as they went in for a kill.
Bows and arrows? Oh, right, they were hunting. He had been given that task shortly after arriving at Katila and Valerian was impressed with the improvement he had made from his first horrible outing to the last one he made before having numbweed tossed at him. He could now aim with the bow and even hit things at times. Given his current rattled state, Valerian wasn’t too sure he could even nock the arrow. Good thing Larrikith was being so kind and helpful by making sure he didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the ride! As she launched to the sky once more and his head collided with B’jin’s sturdy chest, Valerian tried to tune out the light throb that begged for a tender touch. No way was he letting go of the leather that was his lifeline to poke at his head.
Larrikith’s chipper voice interrupted his train of thoughts about dying and the various ways he could go splat and while it should have further incited him to riot, Valerian managed a small smile for how pleased she was and the offer to help with his fear. That didn’t last. When the horrible green creature he was strapped to suddenly did a barrel roll, Valerian gave a yelp and with his jumbled thoughts as ones from earlier came back to him he finally gave voice to his fears, “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die! And in B’jin’s arms! Why, Larrikith?!” Rational thought had left him at least three spiralling dives earlier.
Now, as he clung tightly to the flying straps while Larrikith dipped and dove, Valerian felt he was a naïve fool and mucking about in the numbweed patches was far safer.
He tried to keep his attention on what B’jin was saying, attempting small nods when he heard the man or even when he didn’t but wanted to make it seem like he had. His mind was racing with thoughts of how beautiful everything looked from so high to the thrill soaring through the air gave him. It was everything a little boy could dream of and more! It was majestic and liberating and thanks to B’jin sitting behind him, Valerian didn’t mind smiling widely to display his amazement and happiness.
That was until the cheeky little beast decided to show off.
With the very first spiral for the ground, Valerian saw his life flash before his eyes. He didn’t scream in terror which should have been something to be proud of but he was frozen with fear of his impending demise to do anything but stare wide-eyed. His reaction didn’t get any better for every trick Larrikith tossed their way after that. His knuckles were white from clinging to the straps and he found himself wishing B’jin would hold him tighter to add one extra level of safety. In a clearer state of mind Valerian would have been shocked that he actually thought of the greenrider’s touch in a positive manner but his mind was currently reeling to catch up as they went in for a kill.
Bows and arrows? Oh, right, they were hunting. He had been given that task shortly after arriving at Katila and Valerian was impressed with the improvement he had made from his first horrible outing to the last one he made before having numbweed tossed at him. He could now aim with the bow and even hit things at times. Given his current rattled state, Valerian wasn’t too sure he could even nock the arrow. Good thing Larrikith was being so kind and helpful by making sure he didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the ride! As she launched to the sky once more and his head collided with B’jin’s sturdy chest, Valerian tried to tune out the light throb that begged for a tender touch. No way was he letting go of the leather that was his lifeline to poke at his head.
Larrikith’s chipper voice interrupted his train of thoughts about dying and the various ways he could go splat and while it should have further incited him to riot, Valerian managed a small smile for how pleased she was and the offer to help with his fear. That didn’t last. When the horrible green creature he was strapped to suddenly did a barrel roll, Valerian gave a yelp and with his jumbled thoughts as ones from earlier came back to him he finally gave voice to his fears, “I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die! And in B’jin’s arms! Why, Larrikith?!” Rational thought had left him at least three spiralling dives earlier.
