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!
02.Sep.19, 02:47 PM
Thankfully D’hys seemed to agree to the potential change, though that seemed to be the end of the discussion for the moment, because the bluerider got up from the chair and ordered F’drel to follow him. F’drel did, walking quietly behind him, entire body tense. When they reached the ledge and stopped, and D’hys restated how F’drel would owe him an unknown favor if Kikki didn’t come to the Weyr, F’drel nodded in silent agreement. Surely he’d hate whatever he had to do, but what else could he do? What choice did he have in the matter?
He still had questions about the whole arrangement - why Ista, for example. Wouldn’t it have been easier for D’hys to get them into Fort, since both he and R’dal lived there and he probably had more influence there in general, as well as it would give him even further control over F’drel, if he was in a different Weyr than his sisters and couldn’t keep an eye on him. F’drel doubted it was because D’hys was being nice. He wasn’t convinced the bluerider was capable of truly being nice.
F’drel watched Miri and Zeianth saying goodbye to each other, and he supposed he was glad at least Miri had a nice visit. D’hys may be an absolute piece of work, but his dragon seemed pleasant enough. Of course, Halomirth liked everyone and F’drel probably shouldn’t take her word so much on how nice Zeianth was or wasn’t, but dragons did seem to be generally better than people as a rule. Lucky Miri. He didn’t bother saying goodbye to D’hys, only giving a partial nod in response. F’drel likely wasn’t going to enjoy his day now, and he didn’t really want D’hys to enjoy his own. Or at least, not enjoy it more than needed for him to leave F’drel alone. He did appreciate that the bluerider hadn’t wanted ‘oh wow, thank you for my amazing gift you’re wonderful’ sex, because F’drel was now far too worried about his siblings to be even slightly in the mood for that.
As it was, as soon as Zeianth was out of view F’drel went back inside to strip the cover off the nest-chair cushion so he could wash it. Once he got that cleaned and hung up to dry F’drel would be going to speak with his sisters, figure out what they wanted and whether or not he’d be having an unknown favor owed to D’hys hanging over his head for the foreseeable future. What a gift.
He still had questions about the whole arrangement - why Ista, for example. Wouldn’t it have been easier for D’hys to get them into Fort, since both he and R’dal lived there and he probably had more influence there in general, as well as it would give him even further control over F’drel, if he was in a different Weyr than his sisters and couldn’t keep an eye on him. F’drel doubted it was because D’hys was being nice. He wasn’t convinced the bluerider was capable of truly being nice.
F’drel watched Miri and Zeianth saying goodbye to each other, and he supposed he was glad at least Miri had a nice visit. D’hys may be an absolute piece of work, but his dragon seemed pleasant enough. Of course, Halomirth liked everyone and F’drel probably shouldn’t take her word so much on how nice Zeianth was or wasn’t, but dragons did seem to be generally better than people as a rule. Lucky Miri. He didn’t bother saying goodbye to D’hys, only giving a partial nod in response. F’drel likely wasn’t going to enjoy his day now, and he didn’t really want D’hys to enjoy his own. Or at least, not enjoy it more than needed for him to leave F’drel alone. He did appreciate that the bluerider hadn’t wanted ‘oh wow, thank you for my amazing gift you’re wonderful’ sex, because F’drel was now far too worried about his siblings to be even slightly in the mood for that.
As it was, as soon as Zeianth was out of view F’drel went back inside to strip the cover off the nest-chair cushion so he could wash it. Once he got that cleaned and hung up to dry F’drel would be going to speak with his sisters, figure out what they wanted and whether or not he’d be having an unknown favor owed to D’hys hanging over his head for the foreseeable future. What a gift.
