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!
06.Jun.19, 03:13 AM
F’drel frowned at the knocking on his door, putting the oil cloth he was holding down and gently setting the riding strap he held beside it. He was out on the ledge with Halomirth, oiling her riding straps and checking them over for any damage, but he could still hear his guest asking to be let in. It took a few moments for F’drel to stand and head inside to get the door, and in that time Mylorah had let herself into his weyr. He moved faster when he saw her, concerned. Most of the time Mylorah was well put together and in control, but she had something of a wild-eyed look about her, and her knuckles were almost white with how tightly she was holding something.
“I’m here,” he said softly, stepping up to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Mylorah, what’s wrong?” Because clearly something was wrong, F’drel had never seen her act like this before. But he knew panic when he saw it — turns of experience with it — and that was definitely what Mylorah was feeling. Why? What could have frightened her like this, she always seemed so capable of adapting to whatever came up. Perhaps she was better at hiding it that he’d given her credit for. He should know better, he was pretty good at the same, no reason Mylorah wasn’t capable of the same.
“Do you need to sit down?” he asked, briefly glancing over to his one chair before deciding against it. It was hard and wooden and not what Mylorah likely needed just then. “Here.” F’drel started leaning her towards his room, thinking maybe shed prefer to sit on the bed or make a blanket nest on the floor, or even just lie on the floor with a pillow. A’tay had done that, maybe his sister would find the same comfort in it. F’drel wasn't sure. But there were more options than the one less than comfortable chair.
“I’m here,” he said softly, stepping up to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Mylorah, what’s wrong?” Because clearly something was wrong, F’drel had never seen her act like this before. But he knew panic when he saw it — turns of experience with it — and that was definitely what Mylorah was feeling. Why? What could have frightened her like this, she always seemed so capable of adapting to whatever came up. Perhaps she was better at hiding it that he’d given her credit for. He should know better, he was pretty good at the same, no reason Mylorah wasn’t capable of the same.
“Do you need to sit down?” he asked, briefly glancing over to his one chair before deciding against it. It was hard and wooden and not what Mylorah likely needed just then. “Here.” F’drel started leaning her towards his room, thinking maybe shed prefer to sit on the bed or make a blanket nest on the floor, or even just lie on the floor with a pillow. A’tay had done that, maybe his sister would find the same comfort in it. F’drel wasn't sure. But there were more options than the one less than comfortable chair.
