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!
03.Jan.20, 02:50 AM
Ever since running into Kitt and the leathercrafter two days before, Nerreh couldn’t stop thinking about the newcomer to the Weyr. Not in a weird way or anything - he wasn’t like, salivating over the guy or whatever - but within minutes of meeting Cazelerias, Nerreh was positive he was like him. Or at least, a little like him. Caz might just be living as a man for practical reasons - Holders didn’t let women do anything, right, so to get anything done you’d probably have to be a boy. But Caz could also be more like Nerreh, who was… whatever the fuck he was. Two things in one. A boy born as a girl. Somewhere in between. Messed in the head - that, at least, for sure.
Still, even if he - or she - wasn’t exactly like Nerreh, Caz had to understand more than most people. Worrying about what people might notice, might see. Nerreh knew not everyone in the Weyr was convinced. Plenty of people knew him well enough as a child to know he may be boyish, but under the clothes he wasn’t. And from people who hadn’t known him well, he’d heard some talk about how Thallyath’s Clutch was why women shouldn’t ride blue, but not as much as expected. Apparently a green being a blue who caught a gold also being ridden by a woman was too much for most people to handle. Nerreh wasn’t complaining, anyway.
No matter what, it was exciting! There wasn’t anyone Nerreh knew who lived as a man like he did, and this Caz seemed to do the same, whatever his motivations were. Nerreh had to get to know him better, he just had to.
As luck would have it, his late night wandering and overthinking his life (enough time had passed since the Hatching that Nerreh felt comfortable enough wandering even more populated areas of the Weyr) provided him an opportunity. It wasn’t long after leaving his Weyr when Nerreh spotted Caz down one of the hallways, looking a tiny bit lost. Pouncing on the opportunity, Nerreh - casually, oh so casually - walked over to him.
“Hey, Cazelerias, right?” he said loudly, waving briefly when Caz looked over. “Hey, it’s N’reh, we met the other day?” Nerreh said, carefully saying his name lazily so that it could be heard as the honorific and not his given name. Despite Faxx insisting he could use N’reh as Faxxonth had given him the name, Nerreh still felt awkward saying it. He wasn’t lying, but it was… he didn’t know, it was something. But male dragonriders had honorifics, and if he were to be believable as a male dragonrider, he sure as fuck better use one.
“You looking for anything in particular, or just exploring?” Nerreh asked, trying to offer help if the guy was lost without directly calling him out on it. Yet.
Still, even if he - or she - wasn’t exactly like Nerreh, Caz had to understand more than most people. Worrying about what people might notice, might see. Nerreh knew not everyone in the Weyr was convinced. Plenty of people knew him well enough as a child to know he may be boyish, but under the clothes he wasn’t. And from people who hadn’t known him well, he’d heard some talk about how Thallyath’s Clutch was why women shouldn’t ride blue, but not as much as expected. Apparently a green being a blue who caught a gold also being ridden by a woman was too much for most people to handle. Nerreh wasn’t complaining, anyway.
No matter what, it was exciting! There wasn’t anyone Nerreh knew who lived as a man like he did, and this Caz seemed to do the same, whatever his motivations were. Nerreh had to get to know him better, he just had to.
As luck would have it, his late night wandering and overthinking his life (enough time had passed since the Hatching that Nerreh felt comfortable enough wandering even more populated areas of the Weyr) provided him an opportunity. It wasn’t long after leaving his Weyr when Nerreh spotted Caz down one of the hallways, looking a tiny bit lost. Pouncing on the opportunity, Nerreh - casually, oh so casually - walked over to him.
“Hey, Cazelerias, right?” he said loudly, waving briefly when Caz looked over. “Hey, it’s N’reh, we met the other day?” Nerreh said, carefully saying his name lazily so that it could be heard as the honorific and not his given name. Despite Faxx insisting he could use N’reh as Faxxonth had given him the name, Nerreh still felt awkward saying it. He wasn’t lying, but it was… he didn’t know, it was something. But male dragonriders had honorifics, and if he were to be believable as a male dragonrider, he sure as fuck better use one.
“You looking for anything in particular, or just exploring?” Nerreh asked, trying to offer help if the guy was lost without directly calling him out on it. Yet.
