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!
01.Feb.12, 12:49 AM
For once, even Kerrin was blown away by the force of this new acquaintence's personality. It was pretty rare that he met someone who wouldn't allow him a word in edgewise - that was usually his own job description, as far as friendships went - and if this Talian was indeed a new Candidate, then the teenaged weyrbrat had already decided that he liked him, regardless of the fact that he was henceforth technically competition. So many of the other Stolens spent their time either moping about or else acting impulsively and indiscriminately nasty to weyrfolk, and in either case they were neither talkative nor any fun to be around. This guy, though! He seemed interesting.
And so Kerrin answered the healer's smile with a bright grin of his own, taking the offered hand in a warm and welcoming shake. He wasn't exactly sure what hall or what kind of office the guy was going on and on about, but he seemed excited enough about it that it was almost certainly a good idea. If Talian's actions could be considered a little eccentric, well, the teen didn't pay that much notice - after all, he was pretty eccentric himself. "I'm Kerrin," the boy offered cheerfully, though he was never quite sure how to introduce himself beyond his name. Unlike the other weyrbrats, it was not readily apparent from his age that he was more or less a Katilan native... but his deep, golden tan and the ruddy, sun-bleached red of his hair were enough of a hint to the very observant.
Just as Kerrin was puzzling over what other information about himself to provide his new friend (for he had already decided that's exactly what Talian was!), Lymsleia swept through and nearly barrelled right into him with a piping hot dish and a sharply barked warning that came seconds too late to be helpful. "Lymsleia!" the boy nearly shrieked in protest, releasing Talian's hand in order to dodge the dangerous casserole as it made its way to the table, and answering her quiet greeting with an indignant frown and an equally indignant, "I was standing th--wait."
Kerrin paused a moment, tilting his head and glancing between the newly arrived healer and the twitchy man at the table with the intention of asking the girl if she knew him from somewhere - that is, until he noticed Talian checking his pulse. Not that Kerrin knew that was what Talian was doing, because even though he did have some vague knowledge of first-aid procedures from his classes, he just wasn't making the connection here at the breakfast table with someone who looked, for all appearances, completely fine. The boy did know that it was a strange thing to do, however, and that was enough to finally give him reason to suspect that not all was right with the man across from him. "What's wrong with your neck?"
And so Kerrin answered the healer's smile with a bright grin of his own, taking the offered hand in a warm and welcoming shake. He wasn't exactly sure what hall or what kind of office the guy was going on and on about, but he seemed excited enough about it that it was almost certainly a good idea. If Talian's actions could be considered a little eccentric, well, the teen didn't pay that much notice - after all, he was pretty eccentric himself. "I'm Kerrin," the boy offered cheerfully, though he was never quite sure how to introduce himself beyond his name. Unlike the other weyrbrats, it was not readily apparent from his age that he was more or less a Katilan native... but his deep, golden tan and the ruddy, sun-bleached red of his hair were enough of a hint to the very observant.
Just as Kerrin was puzzling over what other information about himself to provide his new friend (for he had already decided that's exactly what Talian was!), Lymsleia swept through and nearly barrelled right into him with a piping hot dish and a sharply barked warning that came seconds too late to be helpful. "Lymsleia!" the boy nearly shrieked in protest, releasing Talian's hand in order to dodge the dangerous casserole as it made its way to the table, and answering her quiet greeting with an indignant frown and an equally indignant, "I was standing th--wait."
Kerrin paused a moment, tilting his head and glancing between the newly arrived healer and the twitchy man at the table with the intention of asking the girl if she knew him from somewhere - that is, until he noticed Talian checking his pulse. Not that Kerrin knew that was what Talian was doing, because even though he did have some vague knowledge of first-aid procedures from his classes, he just wasn't making the connection here at the breakfast table with someone who looked, for all appearances, completely fine. The boy did know that it was a strange thing to do, however, and that was enough to finally give him reason to suspect that not all was right with the man across from him. "What's wrong with your neck?"
