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!
24.Oct.17, 03:00 AM
It was really just a normal day for G’iri, with getting up early, getting dressed and getting ready for a work out/practice day. It was always good to stay healthy and fit for a dragon rider- and especially when G’iri wanted to look nice himself. Ignoring Sacath’s snide comment about him wanting to go out for exercise just in case the other men in the weyr could see him, G’iri headed out and started on some cardio his dragon keeping close and being as lazy as possible. He didn’t do it all day, however, and even was productive on errands, which mostly included washing Sacath much to the dragon’s approval. He always loved it when G’iri worked for him, and if he had any say the bronze would be pampered all the time. Making sure Sacath was properly suitable, he was finally done, which meant that he had a little bit of time before evening meal was going to start. ”You should go in early and get some water “Can I get new hands too? They’ve been working too much for you, I think they might be tainted.” G’iri smirked back before taking Sacath’s advice. He was pretty thirsty, and while water was appetizing at the moment, mead sounded pretty good too.
Letting Sacath hang about some other dragons outside G’iri stepped into the dining hall, and for the first time wasn’t there just to get some of the delicious food that was always there. Getting his glass he started to try to find an empty chair to sit in and relax, his eyes instantly grew wide as he saw an old friend that had moved to Fort weyr. Could it be? There were no flights soon, and he knew just what happened when they both failed to catch during a flight they were both at, and happened to be close enough. They had impressed at the same clutch, and G’iri had always found An’tell intriguing. He wanted to go up to him- it had been so long. He thought about all the things he could say to him as he continued to walk towards where An’tell was sitting and unfortunately his thoughts were cut off as he found himself suddenly facing the ceiling as the bronzerider tripped and fell on to his back, leaving his glass of water to be spilled all over his shirt, and even some on his face. He could hear his bronze dragon laughing at him in the back ground, and G’iri shook his head as he got himself off the ground. “That’s just great,” He muttered, before continuing to go over to An’tell. G’iri set his now empty glass down on the table, his shirt still dripping. “Long time no see!” G’iri let out a laugh. He blamed his memories with An’tell distracting him so much that they made him fall. He opened his arms for a hug, wanting to share in his drenchness, considering it had been indirectly partly his fault. Or at least that's how G'iri saw it.
Letting Sacath hang about some other dragons outside G’iri stepped into the dining hall, and for the first time wasn’t there just to get some of the delicious food that was always there. Getting his glass he started to try to find an empty chair to sit in and relax, his eyes instantly grew wide as he saw an old friend that had moved to Fort weyr. Could it be? There were no flights soon, and he knew just what happened when they both failed to catch during a flight they were both at, and happened to be close enough. They had impressed at the same clutch, and G’iri had always found An’tell intriguing. He wanted to go up to him- it had been so long. He thought about all the things he could say to him as he continued to walk towards where An’tell was sitting and unfortunately his thoughts were cut off as he found himself suddenly facing the ceiling as the bronzerider tripped and fell on to his back, leaving his glass of water to be spilled all over his shirt, and even some on his face. He could hear his bronze dragon laughing at him in the back ground, and G’iri shook his head as he got himself off the ground. “That’s just great,” He muttered, before continuing to go over to An’tell. G’iri set his now empty glass down on the table, his shirt still dripping. “Long time no see!” G’iri let out a laugh. He blamed his memories with An’tell distracting him so much that they made him fall. He opened his arms for a hug, wanting to share in his drenchness, considering it had been indirectly partly his fault. Or at least that's how G'iri saw it.
