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.Jun.18, 10:51 AM
Bedith’s flight had been unimportant to Indivara, but upon a summons from the Weyrleader on the afternoon of the Fourth, Indivara was both delighted and awestruck to be told she would be in charge of the upcoming Weyrling group. Apparently B’jin had vouched for her, and despite her pregnancy – and the fact that her tiny parasite would be born approximately two months after the Hatching – the Weyrleader was happy enough to let her take charge of the clutch, especially when she made it quite clear she’d be giving the child to an already-arranged foster parent. She didn’t mention who, but left well enough alone. She wasn’t sure the Weyrleader would approve if she told him Rhaedalyn was due to pop out her own child anytime now.
Heading home after the meeting, she’d thrown herself at V’ler in estatic delight and gushed about, well, how excited she was to be able to boss around the upcoming Candidates and then the Weyrlings that would follow. In her good mood, neither of them mentioned that the sire was clutch-brother to the sire of the last clutch. Indivara honestly didn’t even think about it, and V’ler was too smart to bring her good mood down with such a dire topic. In the end, Indivara had spent most of the day preparing notes – which meant stealing V’ler’s desk and his not-best parchment and quills – and eating a continuous cycle of food, since she’d found constantly having something on the way to her stomach prevented her puking.
Morning of the fifth, Indivara had woken relatively early – mostly because her nausea kicked in with a sudden ferocity – before making her way to the kitchens and begging both breakfast and her first pile of snacks; dried fruits and nuts, mostly. With her little carry bag filled with her treats, Indivara made her way towards the Goldrider’s social spot, poking her head in to look for Mulrissa. Not seeing her there, she’d frowned and pondered where the goldrider might be. It was Venseth who finally told her the pair were down examining the Hatching Sands, and Indivara snorted. Wouldn’t they both see more than enough of it over the next few months?
Regardless, Indivara shrugged to herself and walked in a leasurly way to the Sands, which is why it was on the crest of lunchtime when she finally arrived (she had been side-tracked at several points by friends and familiar faces, and she was in no rush so whatever). Letting herself onto the Sands, Indivara looked up with a slight smile as Venseth winged in, having abandoned Veeth to come and see the Sands he’d be, if not guarding, at least spending a lot of time around. Honestly, the blue was as excited as his rider to be the upcoming Weyrlingmaster!
“Mulrissa!” Indivara called, before popping a half-handful of dried fruit and nuts in her mouth, chewing as she trudged across the sands. Indivara wasn’t sure how many people knew she was pregnant – she and V’ler hadn’t advertised the fact, but they also hadn’t hidden it. Indivara didn’t really care who knew, if she was honest, she just didn’t want to be quizzed about it. “Congrats,” She said mildly, feeling particularly social in her own good mood, and she stopped beside the taller woman. “Thought you’d like to know I’ll be taking on this Class.” Indivara turned her shining face up at Mulrissa, positively radiating smug satisfaction.
Hello, Bedith! Venseth said cheerfully, landing in the middle of the Sands and looking around curiously. He’d never actually set food on the sands before. They were so warm and squishy! Not at all like the beach! That was only warm from the sun, this seemed to radiate heat from within! Lowering himself suddenly, Venseth set about rolling onto his back, wings spread and legs in the air, scrubbing himself into the hot sands with groans and grunts of pleasure. Indivara turned to watch her dragon with a bemused, resigned expression, shaking her head at his antics.
Note to self: 13 weeks.
Heading home after the meeting, she’d thrown herself at V’ler in estatic delight and gushed about, well, how excited she was to be able to boss around the upcoming Candidates and then the Weyrlings that would follow. In her good mood, neither of them mentioned that the sire was clutch-brother to the sire of the last clutch. Indivara honestly didn’t even think about it, and V’ler was too smart to bring her good mood down with such a dire topic. In the end, Indivara had spent most of the day preparing notes – which meant stealing V’ler’s desk and his not-best parchment and quills – and eating a continuous cycle of food, since she’d found constantly having something on the way to her stomach prevented her puking.
Morning of the fifth, Indivara had woken relatively early – mostly because her nausea kicked in with a sudden ferocity – before making her way to the kitchens and begging both breakfast and her first pile of snacks; dried fruits and nuts, mostly. With her little carry bag filled with her treats, Indivara made her way towards the Goldrider’s social spot, poking her head in to look for Mulrissa. Not seeing her there, she’d frowned and pondered where the goldrider might be. It was Venseth who finally told her the pair were down examining the Hatching Sands, and Indivara snorted. Wouldn’t they both see more than enough of it over the next few months?
Regardless, Indivara shrugged to herself and walked in a leasurly way to the Sands, which is why it was on the crest of lunchtime when she finally arrived (she had been side-tracked at several points by friends and familiar faces, and she was in no rush so whatever). Letting herself onto the Sands, Indivara looked up with a slight smile as Venseth winged in, having abandoned Veeth to come and see the Sands he’d be, if not guarding, at least spending a lot of time around. Honestly, the blue was as excited as his rider to be the upcoming Weyrlingmaster!
“Mulrissa!” Indivara called, before popping a half-handful of dried fruit and nuts in her mouth, chewing as she trudged across the sands. Indivara wasn’t sure how many people knew she was pregnant – she and V’ler hadn’t advertised the fact, but they also hadn’t hidden it. Indivara didn’t really care who knew, if she was honest, she just didn’t want to be quizzed about it. “Congrats,” She said mildly, feeling particularly social in her own good mood, and she stopped beside the taller woman. “Thought you’d like to know I’ll be taking on this Class.” Indivara turned her shining face up at Mulrissa, positively radiating smug satisfaction.
Note to self: 13 weeks.
