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!
03.Mar.12, 01:36 PM
“That’s what worries me. I’d hate to see her with someone she hates,” Valerian grumbled softly, though his heart wasn’t in it as he was distracted once more by the sights and Larrikith blaming him for missing the stop. There was something quite pleasing in knowing he had gotten the upper hand on the bratty green even though he hadn’t been trying to match wits or physical strength with her this time. He’d take what he could get. That moment of elation and the way his heartbeat seemed to have slowed back to normal was short lived, however, as B’jin warned him of a second jump between. Valerian tensed and held his breath as the countdown was made.
Again he was engulfed by the cold though it was the absence of touch and feeling like he didn’t exist that bothered the young Harper the most when they popped back out into the hot and very bright sunlight. He was close to asking if that was something you ever got used to but Valerian imagined the greenrider would say it wasn’t so bad after the first few jumps but not even the eternal ray of sunshine that seemed to be B’jin could enjoy the seconds it took to travel from one spot to another. That line of thought was dropped, however, when he realized they were landing and B’jin was sliding free and looking like he was willing to help Valerian as well.
Valerian was tempted to accept that offer given how out of sorts that flying had left him but instead he gave a small shake of his head as stiff fingers finally let go of the straps before copying B’jin’s descent. He may have safely made it to the ground but two steps away from Larrikith and it felt like his knees were about to give out. In fact, they nearly did and he was grateful that dragon and rider were distracted with the removal of the harness and missed him stumbling a few steps while the land tried to right itself in his vision once more.
As Larrikith took off, Valerian watched in awe as she vanished and then stared, dumbfounded at B’jin, even as she returned with a blast of cold air that sent a shiver down his spine. “Why would I ever have need of skinning anything before now?” Even when he had hunting duty, Valerian went after smaller game and brought it back for the kitchen staff to deal with. He had no desire to pluck, skin, or dissect his food before it made it to the cooking fires. Besides, he had had hunting duty, not hunt and prepare for cooking duty.
Again he was engulfed by the cold though it was the absence of touch and feeling like he didn’t exist that bothered the young Harper the most when they popped back out into the hot and very bright sunlight. He was close to asking if that was something you ever got used to but Valerian imagined the greenrider would say it wasn’t so bad after the first few jumps but not even the eternal ray of sunshine that seemed to be B’jin could enjoy the seconds it took to travel from one spot to another. That line of thought was dropped, however, when he realized they were landing and B’jin was sliding free and looking like he was willing to help Valerian as well.
Valerian was tempted to accept that offer given how out of sorts that flying had left him but instead he gave a small shake of his head as stiff fingers finally let go of the straps before copying B’jin’s descent. He may have safely made it to the ground but two steps away from Larrikith and it felt like his knees were about to give out. In fact, they nearly did and he was grateful that dragon and rider were distracted with the removal of the harness and missed him stumbling a few steps while the land tried to right itself in his vision once more.
As Larrikith took off, Valerian watched in awe as she vanished and then stared, dumbfounded at B’jin, even as she returned with a blast of cold air that sent a shiver down his spine. “Why would I ever have need of skinning anything before now?” Even when he had hunting duty, Valerian went after smaller game and brought it back for the kitchen staff to deal with. He had no desire to pluck, skin, or dissect his food before it made it to the cooking fires. Besides, he had had hunting duty, not hunt and prepare for cooking duty.
