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!
10.Apr.12, 08:13 PM
It didn't feel like early winter to Jada. It was too warm, even for someone who came from a further south area of the Northern Continent. It was still chilly, of course, but the impact wasn't the same- she wasn't aching for a nice fur-lined jacket, though her fingers did feel strangely numb, not reacting as dextrously with her right hand as they would have last winter. Then again, she was still under careful watch by the healers after the wherry-brained episode only a few sevendays before. She and Krypth had pushed the Weyr into a tizzy, and Jada had been in the Healer Hall almost six days before they had let her go, certain that the fever was gone. And even now she was in and out every third day, with Krypth insisting she see the Masterhealer specifically. Even though her wounds were no longer to be considered open, the golden dragonet was not inclined to give Jada a bit of rest. Hands and arms thoroughly washed nightly under the dragonet's inspection. And if Krypth still wasn't happy, she would threaten with a ruckus. One day, Jada assured the little dragon, Talian was going to give them both a swift kick to the rear. And her marks were on it being the worried little wherry first.
Alas, or thankfully, that hadn't yet happened. And even more wonderful, D'ren had finally found the time for that meeting that he and Jada had discussed. The Weyrling goldrider had quite a few things on the docket for conversation, and Krypth fully backed her on each of the subjects. D'ren was aware that Jada was coming for business, not a friendly chat, and that pleased Krypth immensely. It was about time they started taking their place; who cared that the special lessons weren't due for another turn or so? The fact that Jada was preparing to dip a toe into the political pool of the Weyr was a cause for celebration to the gold.
"You couldn't have bothered to stay clean just this once?" Jada huffed, irritated to behold that the dragonet's hide was dull with mud and dirt. "You will not be going into the hut like that!" No way. She couldn't present her dragon to the Weyrleader looking like she was being neglected. Was there someplace they could stop and get her rinsed off? Not the bathing house, that was disgusting. And frankly, they were in a hurry. Why, oh why had she ever taken her eye off of Krypth?! Oh, that was right. Because Krypth had assured her she could be good for just a few minutes while Jada ran to their room and changed. But what had Jada come out to?
Krypth, Pluth, Terth and Teegarth all rolling in the mud while three other hapless weyrlings stared down at the dragonets like they had gone mad. Jada had shrieked, Silute had jumped out of his skin, Tirydin had beamed at her and winked, and Fayleri just left her face in her hands- as though that did anything.
And that was why Jada was marching her messy child through the Weyr, the gold's head hanging like a canine who had gotten caught doing wrong.
That was also why Jada was glad it didn't feel like early winter- if it had, she may have felt guilty about the fact she kept ducking her dragonet's seeking, beseeching nose. But no. It was warm, Krypth would dry and not freeze, and Jada was in a hurry to make the dragonet happy. You can't make me stay outside, Jada. Krypth's voice was crisp and clear as they neared the Weyrleader's hut. I'll dry off quickly if you just appropriate some towels. I promise! No mention of the fact Krypth wouldn't need to dry in the first place if she had only- no!
"Stay!" Jada told the dragonet fiercely, and was tickled pink when the dragonet sank to her haunches in front of the hut, sulking. "Be nice to Ronarth. He's a good boy, unlike a certain Krypth I could mention."
I'm not a boy. Krypth said snidely. Fine. Leave me out here. But you'd better believe I'll have my ears all over that door.
"You don't have ears." Jada retorted snidely, and the two stared at each other in adoration and disgust. Finally Jada lifted her hand to knock on the Weyrleader's door, and Krypth wandered off to see if she could find a window to sneak in. And maybe a bronze to use as a stepping stool.
Ronarth would deny her nothing.
Alas, or thankfully, that hadn't yet happened. And even more wonderful, D'ren had finally found the time for that meeting that he and Jada had discussed. The Weyrling goldrider had quite a few things on the docket for conversation, and Krypth fully backed her on each of the subjects. D'ren was aware that Jada was coming for business, not a friendly chat, and that pleased Krypth immensely. It was about time they started taking their place; who cared that the special lessons weren't due for another turn or so? The fact that Jada was preparing to dip a toe into the political pool of the Weyr was a cause for celebration to the gold.
"You couldn't have bothered to stay clean just this once?" Jada huffed, irritated to behold that the dragonet's hide was dull with mud and dirt. "You will not be going into the hut like that!" No way. She couldn't present her dragon to the Weyrleader looking like she was being neglected. Was there someplace they could stop and get her rinsed off? Not the bathing house, that was disgusting. And frankly, they were in a hurry. Why, oh why had she ever taken her eye off of Krypth?! Oh, that was right. Because Krypth had assured her she could be good for just a few minutes while Jada ran to their room and changed. But what had Jada come out to?
Krypth, Pluth, Terth and Teegarth all rolling in the mud while three other hapless weyrlings stared down at the dragonets like they had gone mad. Jada had shrieked, Silute had jumped out of his skin, Tirydin had beamed at her and winked, and Fayleri just left her face in her hands- as though that did anything.
And that was why Jada was marching her messy child through the Weyr, the gold's head hanging like a canine who had gotten caught doing wrong.
That was also why Jada was glad it didn't feel like early winter- if it had, she may have felt guilty about the fact she kept ducking her dragonet's seeking, beseeching nose. But no. It was warm, Krypth would dry and not freeze, and Jada was in a hurry to make the dragonet happy. You can't make me stay outside, Jada. Krypth's voice was crisp and clear as they neared the Weyrleader's hut. I'll dry off quickly if you just appropriate some towels. I promise! No mention of the fact Krypth wouldn't need to dry in the first place if she had only- no!
"Stay!" Jada told the dragonet fiercely, and was tickled pink when the dragonet sank to her haunches in front of the hut, sulking. "Be nice to Ronarth. He's a good boy, unlike a certain Krypth I could mention."
I'm not a boy. Krypth said snidely. Fine. Leave me out here. But you'd better believe I'll have my ears all over that door.
"You don't have ears." Jada retorted snidely, and the two stared at each other in adoration and disgust. Finally Jada lifted her hand to knock on the Weyrleader's door, and Krypth wandered off to see if she could find a window to sneak in. And maybe a bronze to use as a stepping stool.
Ronarth would deny her nothing.
