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!
06.Mar.13, 05:41 AM
Terken had installed himself in one of the swinging seats on R'ana's porch. R'ana was inside her hut, fussing and dithering a bit. He had been startled by her decision to invite someone into her hut, even more that it was someone that she barely knew. It was worse that she had done it on his behalf. Kela lay out beside him, the canine dozing in a patch of shade, and Terken worked through a pile of mending as he waited for B'jin to show up.
He already owed R'ana a lot though when he brought it up to her, she shook her head. He still remembered the day that R'ana had stepped between him and his father and told the bronzerider that he was hers now and if T'rel ever touched him again she would end him. Since then, R'ana had given him a home, a haven and a buffer between him and his dad. He was troubled at this plan of hers to both improve his reading skills and keep him off the sands for another clutch.
It was a good plan, though he worried about the lessons, despite R'ana's assurances that she would teach him differently than his father had tried. Terken would have normally said it was a waste of time but R'ana's words about him possibly being replaced when they went back North by someone who could keep records had rankled.
He had worked damn hard for his current life. He would not hand it over to someone else just because of his difficulties with the written word. Or because he was expected to Impress a dragon, preferably bronze. His father had made that perfectly clear.
You should talk to Larrikith. She's a search dragon. Maybe she could declare you unable to impress a dragon. Terken glared at the green and felt her amusement at his glare. Or not. He struggled to send her the thought that his father would never listen to a green, even if she was the greatest search dragon ever born and saw Shanith nod and lie back down.
He knew, and he suspected the green did to, that his father was not R'ana's friend but using her, somehow. He wished, not for the first time that R'ana could see it. He had come to value her friendship and mentorship, and didn't want her getting killed by T'rel. Even now, T'rel had his doubts about his mother's death being an accident.I know. Lighter thoughts though. How about your pet, when is her litter due?
"Soon. Very soon." He gave up on keeping the green out of his head, and spoke to her aloud. "I'm thinking of letting a few of the pups be adopted instead of sent to guard the herds. There's plenty of guard dogs. Really, Kela picked a bad time for her first litter."
He already owed R'ana a lot though when he brought it up to her, she shook her head. He still remembered the day that R'ana had stepped between him and his father and told the bronzerider that he was hers now and if T'rel ever touched him again she would end him. Since then, R'ana had given him a home, a haven and a buffer between him and his dad. He was troubled at this plan of hers to both improve his reading skills and keep him off the sands for another clutch.
It was a good plan, though he worried about the lessons, despite R'ana's assurances that she would teach him differently than his father had tried. Terken would have normally said it was a waste of time but R'ana's words about him possibly being replaced when they went back North by someone who could keep records had rankled.
He had worked damn hard for his current life. He would not hand it over to someone else just because of his difficulties with the written word. Or because he was expected to Impress a dragon, preferably bronze. His father had made that perfectly clear.
He knew, and he suspected the green did to, that his father was not R'ana's friend but using her, somehow. He wished, not for the first time that R'ana could see it. He had come to value her friendship and mentorship, and didn't want her getting killed by T'rel. Even now, T'rel had his doubts about his mother's death being an accident.
"Soon. Very soon." He gave up on keeping the green out of his head, and spoke to her aloud. "I'm thinking of letting a few of the pups be adopted instead of sent to guard the herds. There's plenty of guard dogs. Really, Kela picked a bad time for her first litter."
