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!
09.Nov.18, 08:50 AM
T’ryn agreed and nodded at the assessment that odd but nice was a far better combination than normal and mean. Growing up in Katila made it fairly easy to know who to befriend and who to avoid –though some were good at faking the kindness when in public—but with the influx of Candidates and people coming to work at a Weyr as they fled their holder life, he was starting to have trouble knowing everyone’s name, let alone what type of person they were like. To be new to the Weyr and have to figure out everyone on your own had to be scary, especially as a greenrider. T’ryn didn’t stick much to stereotypes when it came to colours, though they each had their role to play, but he knew how a lot of men liked to view greenriders and wondered if F’drel knew too much about who to avoid and started to analyse what was said, even though it was rather vague.
Luckily for F’drel, he T’ryn didn’t want to be rude and continued to focus on R’dal instead of asking after names. He almost laughed when F’drel asked about names, though in an entirely different way. He continued to stare out at the dragons as he thought about how to answer the tricky question since some men would be sensitive about it for one reason or another. Finally finding an answer of sorts, T’ryn turned to face F’drel, folding his legs up under him to give off a more open and comfortable vibe instead of one of drawing in and brooding like his knee-hugging probably appeared.
“It can be tricky. I mean, honorific kind of says it, doesn’t it? It’s an honour to have such a name from your dragon so some people will pretend they never had another name since that’s a part of their old life. I find a lot of the older riders and arrogant guys are more inclined to be that way.” He was kind of on the fence about it all. If friends or family called him Telrynd, that was fine by him, and he’d tell anyone that asked as well since it wasn’t a secret. But in a professional capacity, he felt people should use T’ryn, especially around holders since it was something that distinguished them from each other. Other than the large dragon at their side, that is.
“If they’re approachable in general, they’re likely going to tell you. Or make you try and guess, which is not easy or all that fun,” T’ryn laughed as he thought about some of the people he knew and their long names condensed down to three or four letters. His own name was rather short in comparison and only lost a few letters but it was still a challenge. “If you’re wondering about R’dal, he’ll tell you anything if you ask and he won’t care that I tell you since I already gave half of it away. He’s Ristandal and some of us always called him Rista or even Risty. I’m Telrynd, whether you were curious or not. It makes me laugh, honestly. It sounds like ‘tell R’nd’ and how my existence should have told R’nd I was his.” His mom had a good sense of humour, though he didn’t know if she had planned his name to be that way or not.
Luckily for F’drel, he T’ryn didn’t want to be rude and continued to focus on R’dal instead of asking after names. He almost laughed when F’drel asked about names, though in an entirely different way. He continued to stare out at the dragons as he thought about how to answer the tricky question since some men would be sensitive about it for one reason or another. Finally finding an answer of sorts, T’ryn turned to face F’drel, folding his legs up under him to give off a more open and comfortable vibe instead of one of drawing in and brooding like his knee-hugging probably appeared.
“It can be tricky. I mean, honorific kind of says it, doesn’t it? It’s an honour to have such a name from your dragon so some people will pretend they never had another name since that’s a part of their old life. I find a lot of the older riders and arrogant guys are more inclined to be that way.” He was kind of on the fence about it all. If friends or family called him Telrynd, that was fine by him, and he’d tell anyone that asked as well since it wasn’t a secret. But in a professional capacity, he felt people should use T’ryn, especially around holders since it was something that distinguished them from each other. Other than the large dragon at their side, that is.
“If they’re approachable in general, they’re likely going to tell you. Or make you try and guess, which is not easy or all that fun,” T’ryn laughed as he thought about some of the people he knew and their long names condensed down to three or four letters. His own name was rather short in comparison and only lost a few letters but it was still a challenge. “If you’re wondering about R’dal, he’ll tell you anything if you ask and he won’t care that I tell you since I already gave half of it away. He’s Ristandal and some of us always called him Rista or even Risty. I’m Telrynd, whether you were curious or not. It makes me laugh, honestly. It sounds like ‘tell R’nd’ and how my existence should have told R’nd I was his.” His mom had a good sense of humour, though he didn’t know if she had planned his name to be that way or not.
