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!
09.Jul.12, 11:19 AM
B'jin was squabbling with another greenrider as the group they were a part of made their way into the Gather Square to hear whatever announcement it was that D'ren had in store for them. The green searchrider couldn't even remember what it was that had sparked the conversation, or even why they were still bitching about it - but they were both very determined to prove their point when the others in the group stopped and they stopped, too. Still bickering, though their voices were lowered as more people gathered around them, the pair ignoring them in favour of their developing argument (it should be noted that both were enjoying themselves immensely and it was proven by the wicked grins on both their lips) when D'ren's voice projected out, capturing attention. B'jin threw out a parting comment, watched his argumentative partner open his mouth to reply, only for the other man to gasp and duck.
Startled, B'jin spun around to see what the issue was, the moment Ronarth flew low over his head. Laughing, B'jin raised his hand as if to brush the underside of the great grey beast's stomach, though the distance between hand and dragon was enough that no one need have ducked. Amused attention was turned upon the Weyrleader as his companions stood tall once more, grumbling about bronze dragons and control (for weren't they always being snapped at to control their beasts?!) B'jin ignored them, too amused to bother trying to defend the Weyrleader. Besides, Ronarth had been plenty high enough not to hurt anyone. Bunch of green drama queens.
The tiny baby in D'ren's arms made B'jin turn to mush, and he wriggled anxiously. He did hope the Weyrleader didn't think ill of him for not taking the time to vist yet, but the Searchrider was wary of imposing upon the new parents (and hadn't been confident he'd not blab about his unorthodox excursions) and so he had justified his not visiting any way he could, mostly through an excess of chores and teaching... When Larrikith wasn't interrupting the latter with her damnedable Flight. He received a flow of smug satisfaction at the reminder and rolled his eyes as D'ren continued to speak.
The reactions surrounding B'jin in response to the proclaim of fighting wings was mixed, but the groans of lazy greenriders were mostly drowned out by the enthusiasm of those who enjoyed such things. Larrikith's response was mixed; she would enjoy the opportunity to show off her skills in the air... She did not, however, like the idea of the work that would be required to reach peak condition. B'jin raised a hand to hide his sudden smirk behind. He was quite aware his own fitness was lacking and while he was fitter than most Pernese, on a dragonrider scale he was most certainly not. Despite being aware that D'ren was going to reinstate the Wings, B'jin had made no effort to actually prepare for it, and was suddenly realising that he probably should have.
B'jin listened with half an ear to the next part of D'ren's announcement, mostly spirit lifting babble about being real dragonriders instead of feral firelizards or some hubble-bubble. The Weyrleader was definitely getting better at his public speaking though, B'jin noted absently. A small smile touched his lips at the announcement that Weyrmates would be placed together: always a good call... What!
B'jin's brown eyes shot wide open when his name was spoken alongside R'nd's, and the group of greens around him were suddenly shoving elbows in his ribs or slapping him on the shoulder and dear great Faranth R'nd would kill him! B'jin shrank in on himself and down, trying his hardest to hide within the group surrounding him, eyes somewhat wild with terror. How could D'ren do that to him? Things had been going so nicely, too! B'jin whimpered quietly, the sound lost within the catcalls and cheering the greenriders were laying on thick.
It was when one of them threw an arm around him with a wicked smirk that B'jin eyed him sideways, leaning away cautiously even as he asked what the smirking was all about. The reply he was given wasn't one B'jin was expecting, and his own discomfort was thrown to the wind as eyes lit up, straightening.
"S'kef and J'ver? He said that?" B'jin was clearly questioning, unsure if he was being played with. His companion's smirk just intensified, nodding with a wicked grin as a glance was tossed towards the brownrider in question. B'jin's gaze followed, taking in the man's stance and reaction. Oh yes, D'ren had definitely accused him of Weyrmating with J'ver. A giggle bubbled up, giddy and thrilled by exactly how much S'kef would hate that accusation, the sound exploding into peals of laughter which was joined by his companion, they used each other as a crutch to stay upright, B'jin laughing so much tears toppled down his cheeks in trails, and he gasped and spluttered, trying desperately to draw more breath, to laugh less, and failing miserably.
"Sssskeff," it was a giggle filled stutter of a name, "a-and J'vvvr." The greenrider's name was interrupted by a hiccup.
Sitting on the edge of the square, Larrikith gave a warble of laughter. Oh, the Weyrleader was made of the same shiny wonderful substance as his great bronze beast! What an amazing announcement! Yours. Is. Amazing. She spoke directly to Ronarth, her voice sultry with her utterly thrilled delight in the turn of events. Ohh! More laughter bubbled up from the little green, initiated on her own during B'jin's freak-out, but feeding off him as he laughed at S'kef - she couldn't tell if that was her tummy hurting from laughter, or his.
Startled, B'jin spun around to see what the issue was, the moment Ronarth flew low over his head. Laughing, B'jin raised his hand as if to brush the underside of the great grey beast's stomach, though the distance between hand and dragon was enough that no one need have ducked. Amused attention was turned upon the Weyrleader as his companions stood tall once more, grumbling about bronze dragons and control (for weren't they always being snapped at to control their beasts?!) B'jin ignored them, too amused to bother trying to defend the Weyrleader. Besides, Ronarth had been plenty high enough not to hurt anyone. Bunch of green drama queens.
The tiny baby in D'ren's arms made B'jin turn to mush, and he wriggled anxiously. He did hope the Weyrleader didn't think ill of him for not taking the time to vist yet, but the Searchrider was wary of imposing upon the new parents (and hadn't been confident he'd not blab about his unorthodox excursions) and so he had justified his not visiting any way he could, mostly through an excess of chores and teaching... When Larrikith wasn't interrupting the latter with her damnedable Flight. He received a flow of smug satisfaction at the reminder and rolled his eyes as D'ren continued to speak.
The reactions surrounding B'jin in response to the proclaim of fighting wings was mixed, but the groans of lazy greenriders were mostly drowned out by the enthusiasm of those who enjoyed such things. Larrikith's response was mixed; she would enjoy the opportunity to show off her skills in the air... She did not, however, like the idea of the work that would be required to reach peak condition. B'jin raised a hand to hide his sudden smirk behind. He was quite aware his own fitness was lacking and while he was fitter than most Pernese, on a dragonrider scale he was most certainly not. Despite being aware that D'ren was going to reinstate the Wings, B'jin had made no effort to actually prepare for it, and was suddenly realising that he probably should have.
B'jin listened with half an ear to the next part of D'ren's announcement, mostly spirit lifting babble about being real dragonriders instead of feral firelizards or some hubble-bubble. The Weyrleader was definitely getting better at his public speaking though, B'jin noted absently. A small smile touched his lips at the announcement that Weyrmates would be placed together: always a good call... What!
B'jin's brown eyes shot wide open when his name was spoken alongside R'nd's, and the group of greens around him were suddenly shoving elbows in his ribs or slapping him on the shoulder and dear great Faranth R'nd would kill him! B'jin shrank in on himself and down, trying his hardest to hide within the group surrounding him, eyes somewhat wild with terror. How could D'ren do that to him? Things had been going so nicely, too! B'jin whimpered quietly, the sound lost within the catcalls and cheering the greenriders were laying on thick.
It was when one of them threw an arm around him with a wicked smirk that B'jin eyed him sideways, leaning away cautiously even as he asked what the smirking was all about. The reply he was given wasn't one B'jin was expecting, and his own discomfort was thrown to the wind as eyes lit up, straightening.
"S'kef and J'ver? He said that?" B'jin was clearly questioning, unsure if he was being played with. His companion's smirk just intensified, nodding with a wicked grin as a glance was tossed towards the brownrider in question. B'jin's gaze followed, taking in the man's stance and reaction. Oh yes, D'ren had definitely accused him of Weyrmating with J'ver. A giggle bubbled up, giddy and thrilled by exactly how much S'kef would hate that accusation, the sound exploding into peals of laughter which was joined by his companion, they used each other as a crutch to stay upright, B'jin laughing so much tears toppled down his cheeks in trails, and he gasped and spluttered, trying desperately to draw more breath, to laugh less, and failing miserably.
"Sssskeff," it was a giggle filled stutter of a name, "a-and J'vvvr." The greenrider's name was interrupted by a hiccup.
Sitting on the edge of the square, Larrikith gave a warble of laughter. Oh, the Weyrleader was made of the same shiny wonderful substance as his great bronze beast! What an amazing announcement! Yours. Is. Amazing. She spoke directly to Ronarth, her voice sultry with her utterly thrilled delight in the turn of events. Ohh! More laughter bubbled up from the little green, initiated on her own during B'jin's freak-out, but feeding off him as he laughed at S'kef - she couldn't tell if that was her tummy hurting from laughter, or his.
