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!
14.Aug.13, 02:38 PM
The young woman looked around around her room, her eyes pausing to meet those of her son. She gave him a grin, the smile widening as he returned it. What day was it? she thought to herself. She nodded, her eyes unfocused as she counted days. Yes, it was about that time, wasn't it? She repressed her grin. Time to give K'tir some time with his son. She didn't mind sharing her son, as it was far better to have a son with a father than one without. She just loved her son, and didn't like being without him. Alas, it simply wouldn't do to throw a fit though. Too uncouth for her to display such things.
"Kajiran, darling. Would you like to go and see your father?" she asked the young boy, kneeling down to be on eye level with him. When he nodded, she smiled and held out her hand. " Well come along then, we must get ready to be off." She helped him down from the bed, and turned to the cradle that held her younger daughter. Tolera was fathered by a different rider in the Weyr, and she would feel uncomfortable bringing her along. However, she was still too young to remain alone for long. So Alerae would just let her fellow Crecheworkers watch the girl as she and Kajiran visited his father.
She liked to be just as particular about her childrens' appearances as she does with her own, so she took care in dressing Kajiran in his child's tunic and trousers, then squinted her eyes as she looked at his mop of black-brown hair. In a way, he got the best of both worlds from his parents, with the waves of hers and the fullness of K'tirs. She giggled and blushed a little bit as his face hovered in her mind. Oh that hair was just to die for. She roughly tousled her son's hair, then arranged a few of the curls to frame his face. After deeming him suitable and checking her own appearance, she bundled up Tolera. The girl was dozing, so Alerae let her rest rather than dressing her up. She took Kajiran's hand in one of her own and they made there way first to the creche to drop off Tolera, then walked towards K'tir's weyr. She gave a deep sigh, hoping she remembered the day right, as she didn't have a way to warn him of their arrival.
"Kajiran, darling. Would you like to go and see your father?" she asked the young boy, kneeling down to be on eye level with him. When he nodded, she smiled and held out her hand. " Well come along then, we must get ready to be off." She helped him down from the bed, and turned to the cradle that held her younger daughter. Tolera was fathered by a different rider in the Weyr, and she would feel uncomfortable bringing her along. However, she was still too young to remain alone for long. So Alerae would just let her fellow Crecheworkers watch the girl as she and Kajiran visited his father.
She liked to be just as particular about her childrens' appearances as she does with her own, so she took care in dressing Kajiran in his child's tunic and trousers, then squinted her eyes as she looked at his mop of black-brown hair. In a way, he got the best of both worlds from his parents, with the waves of hers and the fullness of K'tirs. She giggled and blushed a little bit as his face hovered in her mind. Oh that hair was just to die for. She roughly tousled her son's hair, then arranged a few of the curls to frame his face. After deeming him suitable and checking her own appearance, she bundled up Tolera. The girl was dozing, so Alerae let her rest rather than dressing her up. She took Kajiran's hand in one of her own and they made there way first to the creche to drop off Tolera, then walked towards K'tir's weyr. She gave a deep sigh, hoping she remembered the day right, as she didn't have a way to warn him of their arrival.
