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.Jan.12, 08:28 AM
B'jin's cheerful expression fell more than a little as Talian pushed the mug of Khla back towards him with a resounding single syllable. His eyebrows drew together in an expression much more akin to sulking than anything else, and then drew down in a slight frown. The expression, relatively foreign to the man's facial features, was likely more comical than anything else. It certainly wasn't an intimidating look.
"Oh." The single word was home to a flurry of emotions, from surprise to disappointment. B'jin was proud of Katila Weyr, as a whole. It was a good place, and while the new comers breathed less than positive influence into it, the weyr was a generally happy place, of late. Of course, that could be because there was a batch of new dragonets brewing. That was the best way to bring up the moral of any Weyr, and Katila was no exception.
Unfortunately for B'jin, Talian appeared to be determined to stay miserable (four days to adjust non withstanding) and B'jin was rather intimidated by the prospect of his task to 'fix' the young man and make him happy. Or something. Poetry wasn't b'jin's strong point and Talian didn't look like he could string three words together in a poetic manner. He was much too practical for that type of art. Or any art, if it didn't involve blood... B'jin blinked, and shoved his thoughts out of his mind, with the practiced ease of someone who had learned to push a dragon's probing mind far away.
B'jin almost smiled, as Talian grabbed a roll, and he was just beginning to really relax when the young healer stood up and literally fled. The greenrider, startled, sat there staring after him for a moment, not even blinking and with his mouth ajar. He blinked, and brain power rushed back. Leaping up, B'jin tripped on his own feet in his rush to untangle himself from seat and table and rush after Talian.
"Wait!" His voice held a note of pleading, and he reached out to touch Talian on the shoulder, not gripping him. It was more a polite brush, letting him know he was there while trying not to get too far into his personal space. "Please?" Now, it was all pleading, and he fought to capture Talian's eyes with his own, his expression down and drawn.
"I am sorry." B'jin said softly, hoping the young man would at least hear him out. He had to try, for both of them -- D'ren would tan his hide if B'jin didn't and B'jin didn't think he could live with himself, if he didn't help the healer adjust. It was, after all, his fault the boy was here.
And mine! Larrikith put in cheerfully, and ignored B'jin's mentally frowning reply of 'no one asked you'. No one ever does, Larrikith smirked in return, before pulling away from their mental bond. B'jin let her go, watching Talian.
"Oh." The single word was home to a flurry of emotions, from surprise to disappointment. B'jin was proud of Katila Weyr, as a whole. It was a good place, and while the new comers breathed less than positive influence into it, the weyr was a generally happy place, of late. Of course, that could be because there was a batch of new dragonets brewing. That was the best way to bring up the moral of any Weyr, and Katila was no exception.
Unfortunately for B'jin, Talian appeared to be determined to stay miserable (four days to adjust non withstanding) and B'jin was rather intimidated by the prospect of his task to 'fix' the young man and make him happy. Or something. Poetry wasn't b'jin's strong point and Talian didn't look like he could string three words together in a poetic manner. He was much too practical for that type of art. Or any art, if it didn't involve blood... B'jin blinked, and shoved his thoughts out of his mind, with the practiced ease of someone who had learned to push a dragon's probing mind far away.
B'jin almost smiled, as Talian grabbed a roll, and he was just beginning to really relax when the young healer stood up and literally fled. The greenrider, startled, sat there staring after him for a moment, not even blinking and with his mouth ajar. He blinked, and brain power rushed back. Leaping up, B'jin tripped on his own feet in his rush to untangle himself from seat and table and rush after Talian.
"Wait!" His voice held a note of pleading, and he reached out to touch Talian on the shoulder, not gripping him. It was more a polite brush, letting him know he was there while trying not to get too far into his personal space. "Please?" Now, it was all pleading, and he fought to capture Talian's eyes with his own, his expression down and drawn.
"I am sorry." B'jin said softly, hoping the young man would at least hear him out. He had to try, for both of them -- D'ren would tan his hide if B'jin didn't and B'jin didn't think he could live with himself, if he didn't help the healer adjust. It was, after all, his fault the boy was here.
And mine! Larrikith put in cheerfully, and ignored B'jin's mentally frowning reply of 'no one asked you'. No one ever does, Larrikith smirked in return, before pulling away from their mental bond. B'jin let her go, watching Talian.
