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!
02.Jul.13, 08:26 AM
R’nya was writing up reviews; the Weyrleader wanted to know about the current goldriders, and R’nya had found himself with the dissatisfactory task of analysing his two young friends. It was preferable, he supposed, to having to escort the young women into the Weyrleader’s company and leave him to analyse them himself; he was not sure he would like to subject either of the young women to such a time. The Weyrleader was all very good at leading the Weyr, but his methods were not something R’nya would like to see brought down upon either of the young women.
As a result, the knock upon his door was a rather welcome interruption, and R’nya rose slowly from his desk, shuffling his papers into a neat pile and setting them aside; a delicately golden wrought metal feline was placed upon the pile. R’nya still had not come across a proper moment to gift the item to one of the girls, but had found it rather useful as a paperweight in the meantime. Setting the rather plain quill aside, and stopping the inkpot, R’nya pushed his chair in and made his way over to the door.
The silence on Xyreith’s part indicated that the guest was no one of interest to the dragon, which almost guaranteed that it was one of the girls, and R’nya opened the door without worry, taking a moment to examine Peorray’s face with slightly upraised eyebrows. “Bad day, my lady?” He didn’t wait for an answer, as he turned on a bare footed heel and went back into his hut, reappearing from his bedroom with boots and socks in hand. Sitting neatly on the couch, R’nya set about putting them on, glancing up at Peorray occasionally as he did so.
“Did you want to take Xyreith, or just walk?” Standing up, R’nya stamped his feet a couple of times to settle his boots, before moving to Peorray, and gently placing a hand on her lower back to guide her out of the hut.
As a result, the knock upon his door was a rather welcome interruption, and R’nya rose slowly from his desk, shuffling his papers into a neat pile and setting them aside; a delicately golden wrought metal feline was placed upon the pile. R’nya still had not come across a proper moment to gift the item to one of the girls, but had found it rather useful as a paperweight in the meantime. Setting the rather plain quill aside, and stopping the inkpot, R’nya pushed his chair in and made his way over to the door.
The silence on Xyreith’s part indicated that the guest was no one of interest to the dragon, which almost guaranteed that it was one of the girls, and R’nya opened the door without worry, taking a moment to examine Peorray’s face with slightly upraised eyebrows. “Bad day, my lady?” He didn’t wait for an answer, as he turned on a bare footed heel and went back into his hut, reappearing from his bedroom with boots and socks in hand. Sitting neatly on the couch, R’nya set about putting them on, glancing up at Peorray occasionally as he did so.
“Did you want to take Xyreith, or just walk?” Standing up, R’nya stamped his feet a couple of times to settle his boots, before moving to Peorray, and gently placing a hand on her lower back to guide her out of the hut.
