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!
08.Feb.12, 07:36 PM
Allendris, who had arrived and taken a seat towards the back of the hall where the weyrleader sat, nodded solemnly once D'ren had finished what had surely been a difficult announcement, for the nearly tangible relief that overcame the older man once that last word had left his lips was not lost on the young journeyman's perceptive gaze. For his own role in the matter, the glass-smith had initially thought it awkward to present himself at a meeting for a community which he had only recently joined - and unwillingly at that - but curiosity and a natural desire to be 'in the know' had gotten the best of him... and now he was glad he had shown, for it turned out to be a decree that mainly affected Candidates after all.
His first instinct was to agree wholeheartedly with the weyrleader's decision. From what he understood, riding dragons could be dangerous business, and he had never felt comfortable with the idea of subjecting the fairer sex to such risks. A woman's proper place was in the home, and while goldriders could be forgiven - for it was their duty to maintain the Weyr as a home for everyone - women on 'fighting dragons' as he'd understood them to be called reportedly ended in rampant sex of dubious consent, mass abortion, fighting and flying injuries, and even death. As Impression was not a choice (even women hoping for gold could end up with green, blue, or brown if the those dragonets chose them, he'd learned), it seemed a terrible fate to which to condemn an unsuspecting girl.
On the other hand... calm brown eyes trailed Lymsleia as she stomped her way up to the weyrleader, narrowing slightly as he saw her draw herself up in a clear posture of defiance. Allendris couldn't hear her words clearly over the din of chatter that had consumed the dining hall once D'ren had concluded his shocking speech, but he could guess that this confrontation proved that some girls, regardless of the dangers, were for some reason willing to volunteer themselves for the dirty job of dragonet-rearing. The initiative she'd taken to argue with their weyrleader had him suddenly considering the decree from the female Candidate's perspective, at least in the case of the Stolen: they'd been ripped from their homes and current families, their only consolation being the hope of Impressing themselves to one of these majestic beasts, only to be told that they were now to serve as nothing more than breeders for a community that eschewed marriage and the nuclear family as a general rule...?
How... barbaric.
Allendris frowned, folding his arms over his chest and losing himself in thought on the controversial topic. He certainly did not envy D'ren his job.
His first instinct was to agree wholeheartedly with the weyrleader's decision. From what he understood, riding dragons could be dangerous business, and he had never felt comfortable with the idea of subjecting the fairer sex to such risks. A woman's proper place was in the home, and while goldriders could be forgiven - for it was their duty to maintain the Weyr as a home for everyone - women on 'fighting dragons' as he'd understood them to be called reportedly ended in rampant sex of dubious consent, mass abortion, fighting and flying injuries, and even death. As Impression was not a choice (even women hoping for gold could end up with green, blue, or brown if the those dragonets chose them, he'd learned), it seemed a terrible fate to which to condemn an unsuspecting girl.
On the other hand... calm brown eyes trailed Lymsleia as she stomped her way up to the weyrleader, narrowing slightly as he saw her draw herself up in a clear posture of defiance. Allendris couldn't hear her words clearly over the din of chatter that had consumed the dining hall once D'ren had concluded his shocking speech, but he could guess that this confrontation proved that some girls, regardless of the dangers, were for some reason willing to volunteer themselves for the dirty job of dragonet-rearing. The initiative she'd taken to argue with their weyrleader had him suddenly considering the decree from the female Candidate's perspective, at least in the case of the Stolen: they'd been ripped from their homes and current families, their only consolation being the hope of Impressing themselves to one of these majestic beasts, only to be told that they were now to serve as nothing more than breeders for a community that eschewed marriage and the nuclear family as a general rule...?
How... barbaric.
Allendris frowned, folding his arms over his chest and losing himself in thought on the controversial topic. He certainly did not envy D'ren his job.
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth
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