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!
28.Apr.19, 05:06 AM
R’nya waited patiently as Rhaedalyn seemed to mull over everything he’d said, and smiled slightly when she agreed with him, the relief he felt at her agreement almost making it past the surface, but not quite. Accepting the glass of wine that was handed to him, R’nya took a sip and continued to watch his mate and her graceful movements; his pride – and love – for her clear on his face and in soft grey eyes. “A wise caution,” he concluded, amused by the playful quip.
Rhaedalyn’s suggestion caused R’nya to blink, and then his face lit up as he grinned at her suddenly. “Weavercraft Hall is in our jurisdiction,” he said, carefully curbing his excitement as he considered the suggestion. He might not have thought to include the weavers, but that was why he loved Rhaedalyn so much; she could so easily see the holes in his ideas and plans and knew just how to plug them or fix them! “I doubt they’d be as easy to sway as Master Verec,” though honestly, the Healer hadn’t been exactly easy, R’nya knew the man gained as much as the Weyr by the new arrangement.
What could he offer the Weavers? He asked as much of Rhaedalyn, frowning down at his half-full glass of wine as if the answers might pop up out of the liquid depths. Looking up again – the frown still very much furrowing his eyebrows – R’nya blinked at Rhaedalyn. “Is there a Cooking Hall?” he asked, blinking, and looking blank. Never having been at all interested in cooking – especially after the isolation post-Plague – R’nya had no idea where the cooks came to possess their skills and recipes.
Rhaedalyn’s suggestion caused R’nya to blink, and then his face lit up as he grinned at her suddenly. “Weavercraft Hall is in our jurisdiction,” he said, carefully curbing his excitement as he considered the suggestion. He might not have thought to include the weavers, but that was why he loved Rhaedalyn so much; she could so easily see the holes in his ideas and plans and knew just how to plug them or fix them! “I doubt they’d be as easy to sway as Master Verec,” though honestly, the Healer hadn’t been exactly easy, R’nya knew the man gained as much as the Weyr by the new arrangement.
What could he offer the Weavers? He asked as much of Rhaedalyn, frowning down at his half-full glass of wine as if the answers might pop up out of the liquid depths. Looking up again – the frown still very much furrowing his eyebrows – R’nya blinked at Rhaedalyn. “Is there a Cooking Hall?” he asked, blinking, and looking blank. Never having been at all interested in cooking – especially after the isolation post-Plague – R’nya had no idea where the cooks came to possess their skills and recipes.
