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!
01.Feb.20, 03:03 PM
Vessaelia had just finished hanging the linen up to try on the line she had out on her ledge after a morning of doing the wash. It wasn’t the most glamourous of chores but it was nice to simply be able to do anything she wanted—more or less—now that she was a full-fledged graduated dragonrider. Tiath had unfortunately stayed green so she was still a greenrider but at least A’dis still didn’t mind so Vessaelia decided to leave it at that and call it a win.
She had the day free, like she suspected most of her days would be now that she wasn’t just some weyrlings that everyone could boss around and use for random errands. She suspected she’d still get some of it thanks to that whole green hide thing but so far, she could do laundry or whatever else she wanted, when she wanted, without a single worry.
Since it was still a bit too early to go for lunch, Vessaelia figured she could take advantage of the hour and go work on a doll in the dining cavern and possibly cross paths with a friend or two. She missed being able to sew as much as she used to before a dragon demanded so much of her time and Vessaelia was determined to get back into the habit where she could.
She grabbed her basket and left her weyr, opting to go left instead of right. She had explored the halls since moving into the small weyr and had found less-used paths and routes that seemed quicker than the more traversed ways. Humming a tune that was her favourite to dance to at Gathers, Vessaelia made her way down a flight of stairs and rounded a corner only to almost bump into someone leaning against the wall.
“Oh! Sorry! I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. Normally I don’t find anyone in this hall.” She stared wide-eyed up at the man she didn’t recognise. Of course, she didn’t know everyone in Telgar on a personal level but she felt like she hadn’t really seen this man around before. Was he a new Candidate? “Are you lost? Or maybe just hiding,” Vessaelia giggled and waved to the wineskin she finally noticed the man holding. Looked like someone had a rough morning.
She had the day free, like she suspected most of her days would be now that she wasn’t just some weyrlings that everyone could boss around and use for random errands. She suspected she’d still get some of it thanks to that whole green hide thing but so far, she could do laundry or whatever else she wanted, when she wanted, without a single worry.
Since it was still a bit too early to go for lunch, Vessaelia figured she could take advantage of the hour and go work on a doll in the dining cavern and possibly cross paths with a friend or two. She missed being able to sew as much as she used to before a dragon demanded so much of her time and Vessaelia was determined to get back into the habit where she could.
She grabbed her basket and left her weyr, opting to go left instead of right. She had explored the halls since moving into the small weyr and had found less-used paths and routes that seemed quicker than the more traversed ways. Humming a tune that was her favourite to dance to at Gathers, Vessaelia made her way down a flight of stairs and rounded a corner only to almost bump into someone leaning against the wall.
“Oh! Sorry! I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. Normally I don’t find anyone in this hall.” She stared wide-eyed up at the man she didn’t recognise. Of course, she didn’t know everyone in Telgar on a personal level but she felt like she hadn’t really seen this man around before. Was he a new Candidate? “Are you lost? Or maybe just hiding,” Vessaelia giggled and waved to the wineskin she finally noticed the man holding. Looked like someone had a rough morning.
