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!
04.Jun.19, 02:54 AM
Mylorah thought she did well in keeping her cool when T'ryn and N'mor stopped by her tiny room she shared with three other girls. They were all out at the time otherwise she suspected the boys would have dragged her off to one of the weyrs to hit her with their request. Of course she knew it was T'ryn's birthday and she figured another big party would be had at Eridella's hold for him. What she didn't expect was the invitation to come along with them. The glint of mischief in N'mor's eyes told her he was likely responsible for the idea and that he would cause a bit of trouble for her whether she went or not. They all knew that R'nd knew who she was now yet continued to give her the space she clearly wanted which was nice of him, but the charade of pretending to be a date would no doubt end in a mess.
I can't...
She had told the boys she couldn't do it as she lowered herself onto her bed, staring at her bare feet. After they left, she continued to stay in that position, searching for the right answer. Should she continue avoiding her dad and his family or should she get it over with and properly meet everyone? Finally she moved to kneel before the chest at the foot of her bed. She didn't own much, mostly clothes, and everything was stored in the chest. Digging through until she hit the bottom, Mylorah found the leather strap with a ring on it and pulled it out. She gave it a moment's consideration before the chest was slammed shut and she bolted out the door and across the Weyr--still barefoot she realised when her feet touched the warm sand of the Bowl.
A few minutes later had her out of breath and knocking at F'drel's door. "F'drel? Fen?" She was starting to work herself up into what she suspected was a panic attack though she never really suffered from them. When he was too slow to answer, assuming he was even home, Mylorah just let herself in, shut the door behind her, and leaned against it while clutching the ring-turned-necklace to her chest. "F'drel? Are you home? Are you decent? I really need you right now." How the greenrider always seemed so calm and level headed was beyond her. Sure, she thought she held herself well and didn't give into anger or fear that often, but F'drel just had a way to him that made even her feel like she could improve. If anyone could give her advice and smack her with common sense, it'd be him.
I can't...
She had told the boys she couldn't do it as she lowered herself onto her bed, staring at her bare feet. After they left, she continued to stay in that position, searching for the right answer. Should she continue avoiding her dad and his family or should she get it over with and properly meet everyone? Finally she moved to kneel before the chest at the foot of her bed. She didn't own much, mostly clothes, and everything was stored in the chest. Digging through until she hit the bottom, Mylorah found the leather strap with a ring on it and pulled it out. She gave it a moment's consideration before the chest was slammed shut and she bolted out the door and across the Weyr--still barefoot she realised when her feet touched the warm sand of the Bowl.
A few minutes later had her out of breath and knocking at F'drel's door. "F'drel? Fen?" She was starting to work herself up into what she suspected was a panic attack though she never really suffered from them. When he was too slow to answer, assuming he was even home, Mylorah just let herself in, shut the door behind her, and leaned against it while clutching the ring-turned-necklace to her chest. "F'drel? Are you home? Are you decent? I really need you right now." How the greenrider always seemed so calm and level headed was beyond her. Sure, she thought she held herself well and didn't give into anger or fear that often, but F'drel just had a way to him that made even her feel like she could improve. If anyone could give her advice and smack her with common sense, it'd be him.
