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.Jan.14, 06:16 AM
S'bel eagerly took the bottle once it was offered, the hint of a grateful smile on lips for a few seconds before he raised the bottle to them. The other man wasn't kidding- it was good wine. He tried to savor it as much as possible he drank, lowering the bottle after a several moments. He just wanted to down more, really, but let the taste linger there for now. And while K'ren might not have thought it fitting for a day like today, but S'bel didn't see too much dissonance in it. Nothing was sweeter than the realization that you were still alive. And it was the little things that did that for him.
He nodded slightly at K'ren's statement of Beloyath being fond of Ipsyth, followed by a small laugh as he continued. "Now there's a thought," he said, voice mirroring the same facetiousness the other man's words had been spoken with, "Just imagine what they'd say in the Holds. Blues flying blues." He shook his head slightly, but added, "Not that I'd really complain about more flights. Why should greenriders have all the fun?" Still leaning against the end of his bed, he looked to the wall, the one the dragons lay behind as if he could see them through it. He seemed thoughtful, a bit more serious than he had been before. He spoke up again. "Really, though, I'm not really all that surprised to hear he's fond of Ipsyth. He tends to have that effect. He's comforting and friendly and good natured and all that. Really nothing like me."
Shit. He internally kicked himself for that one. His self-loathing was showing. S'bel forced out a laugh at that, playing it off as a joke. Just a little self-deprecating humor. It was anything but, of course, but he desperately hoped K'ren would buy it. And despite the fact he knew it would probably only make things worse, he brought the bottle of wine to his lips once again to distract himself. Once he was done with this drink, he set it down and turned back to the trunk of clothes. Right. Clothes. Yes. Another good distraction. He shuffled through a few more articles of clothing, tossing another shirt onto his bed as he mentally berated himself. It was just something about today- he was just not on his game.
He nodded slightly at K'ren's statement of Beloyath being fond of Ipsyth, followed by a small laugh as he continued. "Now there's a thought," he said, voice mirroring the same facetiousness the other man's words had been spoken with, "Just imagine what they'd say in the Holds. Blues flying blues." He shook his head slightly, but added, "Not that I'd really complain about more flights. Why should greenriders have all the fun?" Still leaning against the end of his bed, he looked to the wall, the one the dragons lay behind as if he could see them through it. He seemed thoughtful, a bit more serious than he had been before. He spoke up again. "Really, though, I'm not really all that surprised to hear he's fond of Ipsyth. He tends to have that effect. He's comforting and friendly and good natured and all that. Really nothing like me."
Shit. He internally kicked himself for that one. His self-loathing was showing. S'bel forced out a laugh at that, playing it off as a joke. Just a little self-deprecating humor. It was anything but, of course, but he desperately hoped K'ren would buy it. And despite the fact he knew it would probably only make things worse, he brought the bottle of wine to his lips once again to distract himself. Once he was done with this drink, he set it down and turned back to the trunk of clothes. Right. Clothes. Yes. Another good distraction. He shuffled through a few more articles of clothing, tossing another shirt onto his bed as he mentally berated himself. It was just something about today- he was just not on his game.
