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!
22.Dec.17, 10:11 PM
R’nya gave a smile of relief as Rhaedalyn kissed him on the cheek and bounced out of the office, once more her bright and happy self. He was glad she was back; she was much too sweet to be sad! Despite that, R’nya was still fuming over the audacity of Z’ia’s attitude and comments; he would definitely be finding the time to speak to the related Weyrleader about what had happened. R’nya wasn’t really sure how he would frame his displeasure, but he’d figure something out. Insubordination had always been something R’nya took great offence to, and even if he were relaxing more over the past couple of Turns, that part of him hadn’t changed.
Glancing down at his desk, R’nya shuffled through the sticky papers. As he’d told Rhaedalyn, nothing there was particularly important, though he would have to re-write some of it for his own records. Spreading them out across his desk, face down, R’nya made sure they had nothing to stick to as they dried, before leaving his office. He made his way down to the kitchens, stopping a drudge along the way and asking her to clean up his office when she’d finished her current task.
Entering the kitchen, R’nya was once more pleased with his and Rhaedalyn’s ranks: it meant that a lot of their favourite foods were on the menu. Collecting a nice lunch for the pair of them, and a flask of cooled wine, R’nya thanked the kitchen staff before making his way to join Rheadalyn with her dragon.
Glancing down at his desk, R’nya shuffled through the sticky papers. As he’d told Rhaedalyn, nothing there was particularly important, though he would have to re-write some of it for his own records. Spreading them out across his desk, face down, R’nya made sure they had nothing to stick to as they dried, before leaving his office. He made his way down to the kitchens, stopping a drudge along the way and asking her to clean up his office when she’d finished her current task.
Entering the kitchen, R’nya was once more pleased with his and Rhaedalyn’s ranks: it meant that a lot of their favourite foods were on the menu. Collecting a nice lunch for the pair of them, and a flask of cooled wine, R’nya thanked the kitchen staff before making his way to join Rheadalyn with her dragon.
