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!
04.Jun.13, 02:48 AM
It was becoming warmer and warmer as the spring days edged towards summer in Katila, and the bathing houses had been made almost unbearably hot because of the heated water pumped from the hatching sands. As part of his daily chores, Atlan had spent the past three hours cleaning, scrubbing, mopping, and sweeping the bathing houses, perspiration, splashed water, and the steamy air soaking him through his thin shirt and breeches. He was even wetter after he and some of the other Weyrbrats assigned to cleaning duty had decided to spice up their drudgery by guerilla warfare style dousing of each other with buckets of water at intervals throughout the afternoon.
Now, however, Atlan was free for a few hours. One of the other weyrbrats was running the mops, cloths, and buckets back to the kitchens, and Atlan felt like getting away from the weyr for a bit. Heading up the river towards the rocks to the north, he breathed deep, finding simple enjoyment in just being out and away from the hustle and bustle of weyrfolk. Insects buzzed in the grass and bushes around him, and the sun started drying out his drenched clothing.
After a minute of walking, getting just far away enough from the weyr that people wouldn't be wandering by constantly, Atlan stepped behind a bush, stripping out of his now merely damp clothing into just his smallclothes. He tossed his shirt and trousers over a nearby large rock so they'd dry, then slipped off his shoes and turned to the river. With a running start, he rushed and dove into the cool water, completely immersing himself a couple times, before kicking onto his back and floating, moving slowly against the current to keep in the same place while staring at the sky.
Now, however, Atlan was free for a few hours. One of the other weyrbrats was running the mops, cloths, and buckets back to the kitchens, and Atlan felt like getting away from the weyr for a bit. Heading up the river towards the rocks to the north, he breathed deep, finding simple enjoyment in just being out and away from the hustle and bustle of weyrfolk. Insects buzzed in the grass and bushes around him, and the sun started drying out his drenched clothing.
After a minute of walking, getting just far away enough from the weyr that people wouldn't be wandering by constantly, Atlan stepped behind a bush, stripping out of his now merely damp clothing into just his smallclothes. He tossed his shirt and trousers over a nearby large rock so they'd dry, then slipped off his shoes and turned to the river. With a running start, he rushed and dove into the cool water, completely immersing himself a couple times, before kicking onto his back and floating, moving slowly against the current to keep in the same place while staring at the sky.
