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!
05.Feb.12, 11:30 PM
Kerrin wished desperately to stick around to watch the the insanity unfold. Sure, greenflights were a thing that happened almost every day... but it was pretty rare for the rider to be trapped in the dining hall right in front of everyone when it happened, and that was enough to make this one even more interesting than usual. And now the weyrleader was involved?! By the first egg, this was getting fantastic.
But, alas, there was a possibly dying man on the floor and a green dragon stuck in the door, and someone had to do something about at least one of those things. As he did not know even the first thing about healing, dragon it was. This was not the first time the ditzy green had gotten herself hopelessly stuck somewhere, Kerrin could anticipate Par'a's need for some sort of lubricant without having to hear her call for it - and having just come from working in the kitchens as he had, oil was his natural first assumption. But dang it, that could wait for another 30 seconds, surely! Talian hadn't expired just yet. "I'll get it, Par'a, just hang on Grith!" he turned to call to the pair after a long pause, because for the moment nearly all of his eager attention was currently stuck on the dramatic scene unfolding between D'ren and B'jin. Just another minute...!
"All right, going now," the weyrbrat rose from the bench, nodding his absolute determination to force himself into responsible action... but when he glanced morosely over his shoulder just one last time to see what was going on, it was just in time to see B'jin - clearly mad with lust, judging by that look in his eyes - physically shove their exalted weyrleader right in the chest. Kerrin's jaw dropped. "Why do I have to miss everything good?!" he all but screamed in dismay, clutching his head in his anguish as he abruptly leapt from the table and took off towards the kitchen before he saw anything else that would make him horribly regret his decision to help Par'a and Grith.
But, alas, there was a possibly dying man on the floor and a green dragon stuck in the door, and someone had to do something about at least one of those things. As he did not know even the first thing about healing, dragon it was. This was not the first time the ditzy green had gotten herself hopelessly stuck somewhere, Kerrin could anticipate Par'a's need for some sort of lubricant without having to hear her call for it - and having just come from working in the kitchens as he had, oil was his natural first assumption. But dang it, that could wait for another 30 seconds, surely! Talian hadn't expired just yet. "I'll get it, Par'a, just hang on Grith!" he turned to call to the pair after a long pause, because for the moment nearly all of his eager attention was currently stuck on the dramatic scene unfolding between D'ren and B'jin. Just another minute...!
"All right, going now," the weyrbrat rose from the bench, nodding his absolute determination to force himself into responsible action... but when he glanced morosely over his shoulder just one last time to see what was going on, it was just in time to see B'jin - clearly mad with lust, judging by that look in his eyes - physically shove their exalted weyrleader right in the chest. Kerrin's jaw dropped. "Why do I have to miss everything good?!" he all but screamed in dismay, clutching his head in his anguish as he abruptly leapt from the table and took off towards the kitchen before he saw anything else that would make him horribly regret his decision to help Par'a and Grith.
