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.18, 12:55 AM
It only took a few moments for the door to swing open, revealing Indivara. Mulrissa smiled at the other women, taking in her state of partial undress. Considering Indivara was only wearing a shirt that clearly wasn’t hers (unless she specifically chose shirts that could be used as dresses on her own, which Rissa doubted), Mulrissa had a sudden thought that, since V’ler and Indivara were weyrmated, it might have been a good idea to send notice she was coming by. Well, she hadn’t, and she’d grown up with her promiscuous elder sister and her green riding mother among dragonfolk, so Rissa supposed there wouldn’t be anything she really hadn’t seen before. Still, it quite possibly added to the slight awkwardness of her unprompted gift.
She was about to respond to Indivara’s (slightly rude) question when V’ler’s invitation came from inside. Rissa continued smiling at Indivara, unfazed by her scowling - Ginorra had just turned thirteen, after all, she was used to it - and followed her into the weyr.
“Good afternoon,” Rissa greeted them both as Indivara curled back under the blanket with V’ler. Ah, good. she thought, glad she had only interrupted some quiet domesticity instead of some of the alternatives Indivara’s outfit had presented. Still, she was amused by Indivara’s possessive display. You have nothing to fear from me, she thought, I’ve already had the blueriding love of my life, and I’m not looking to replace him. Mentally shaking off that train of thought, Rissa held out the wrapped gift.
“I wanted to thank you for all the archival work you’ve done, and continue to do, for the Weyrs. It’s important work, and I wanted to acknowledge it.” She said. “So, this is for you.”
She was about to respond to Indivara’s (slightly rude) question when V’ler’s invitation came from inside. Rissa continued smiling at Indivara, unfazed by her scowling - Ginorra had just turned thirteen, after all, she was used to it - and followed her into the weyr.
“Good afternoon,” Rissa greeted them both as Indivara curled back under the blanket with V’ler. Ah, good. she thought, glad she had only interrupted some quiet domesticity instead of some of the alternatives Indivara’s outfit had presented. Still, she was amused by Indivara’s possessive display. You have nothing to fear from me, she thought, I’ve already had the blueriding love of my life, and I’m not looking to replace him. Mentally shaking off that train of thought, Rissa held out the wrapped gift.
“I wanted to thank you for all the archival work you’ve done, and continue to do, for the Weyrs. It’s important work, and I wanted to acknowledge it.” She said. “So, this is for you.”
