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!
21.Mar.13, 04:23 PM
Latelatelate, they were late! Shanith didn't understand what her rider was so upset about. Sure, going rock hunting after R'ana had cleaned her up and put Shanith in her favored neck band and wristlets probably hadn't been wise, but she had only been slightly dirtied, and she didn't know why R'ana was so upset about having to reclean her dragon. Shanith had a gift of her own now for each of the dragons!
R'ana came though, even if she came late. She knew Teegarth, respected Valerian and tried to avoid Erisi. Charath was shaping up to be entirely too good at instigating and R'ana didn't want Shanith learning from her. She had gifts for all the new dragon riders, though, tucked away in her bag.
Shanith pranced around as they hit the gather square, and R'ana was grateful for B'jin's knowledge of her lack of ability to carry a note in a wheelbarrow with someone holding up the other end of it. It meant she would never be asked to perform.
She watched Shanith wing off to join the dragons, chattering about Olemuth having found a patch of sunlight he swore was large enough for a bronze and a green. Shaking her head, she looked around for her friends, and the weyrlings, excited. New riders...Impression was the start of a new life, but this, graduation...It meant the riders were trained, and had survived the training. It was a celebration that they were here to stay and well earned party. Oh she couldn't wait to give her gifts to the new dragonriders, she loved giving people things, and graduating was a perfect excuse.
She headed towards Valerian first, detouring for someone else when she saw Talian and Khaduceth talking to him. There would be time to wish him well later. A moment with a friend...that was a rare thing here. She would let him have it.
S'kefs getting up to speak interrupted her words and she turned to face him, R'ana feeling Sahnith stilling at the back of her mind.I don't think he's just wishing our new riders well.
Not even S'kef would steal this event from the new riders. They've worked too hard to earn this night for him to steal it. I'm sure he just wants to wish them luck. Shanith's uncertainty gnawed at her, and R'ana turned to start heading to soothe her dragon before she did something stupid. The annoucement stilled her. Choosing an honorific was a dragon's job, not the rider's! And on Impression? There was too much on a newly bonded's mind to choose a new name on top of all else.
It got worse. Pain lanced through R'ana, stilling her. Bands tightened around her chest, and she fought just to breathe. No. She wouldn't react here. Not in front of the whole damn weyr. Shanith's mental shriek tore through her.NO! They will not take your name!
R'ana's mental reach to calm her was isntinctive, but it was halted when she heard Olemuth roar and B'run speak. Shanith raged in the back of her mind. What on earth was he doing?! S'kef was the leader! You didn't just...Except B'run was. And Shanith confirmed her feeling that he was doing it partly on her behalf.
She narrowed her eyes and strode forward. Shanith? Warn Olemuth that I'm about to be stupid. B'run won't stand alone in this. She began making her way through the crowd, polite at first, then apply her elbow to ribs and midsections when people just wouldn't move. She made her way to the center of the crowd.
Valerian beat her to it. R'ana went to B'run's other side, touching his shoulder with fingers that shook. Rebellion was a new trick for her. She never spoke up like this, not ever! S'kef would flay the skin off her bones for this! Worse, she knew she couldn't win. S'kef couldn't back down, not publicly.
Valerian's words caused her to temper her words. Unfortunately, he was right, and the timing alone meant that she couldn't simply say what she wanted to say. "Weyrleader. What are you going to take next? You took the spotlight from the graduating class. You've taken a dragon's right to name their rider, and to focus solely on their rider after impressing to them instead of worrying about honorifics. Shards, you've taken my own honorific and you're talking about taking away the purpose of a dragonrider because they chose a woman. What's next? What gives you the right?" She struggled to keep her tone respectful, though it was a losing battle.
Panic clawed at her mind, equal parts fury and pain more than she could handle. Shanith added her own roar to Olemuth's and R'ana struggled a bit for air, refusing to give into the panic attack she knew was waiting for her. Not now. Her vision tunneled on S'kef, and she added in a voice that shook, apologizing solely to the weyrlings whose graduation she was helping disrupt, "I apologize for speaking so on what should be a joyous night, but I need to know. What are you taking next, weyrleader?"
A glass shattered about then and R'ana jumped a bit, reacting as if struck, but stood her ground. She didn't dare take her attention off S'kef and B'run, worried about both. Worried more for B'run, and worried about what exactly S'kef would do next. Shanith reared up, flaring her wings in agitation. She would take off to get R'ana soon, whether asked to or not.
R'ana came though, even if she came late. She knew Teegarth, respected Valerian and tried to avoid Erisi. Charath was shaping up to be entirely too good at instigating and R'ana didn't want Shanith learning from her. She had gifts for all the new dragon riders, though, tucked away in her bag.
Shanith pranced around as they hit the gather square, and R'ana was grateful for B'jin's knowledge of her lack of ability to carry a note in a wheelbarrow with someone holding up the other end of it. It meant she would never be asked to perform.
She watched Shanith wing off to join the dragons, chattering about Olemuth having found a patch of sunlight he swore was large enough for a bronze and a green. Shaking her head, she looked around for her friends, and the weyrlings, excited. New riders...Impression was the start of a new life, but this, graduation...It meant the riders were trained, and had survived the training. It was a celebration that they were here to stay and well earned party. Oh she couldn't wait to give her gifts to the new dragonriders, she loved giving people things, and graduating was a perfect excuse.
She headed towards Valerian first, detouring for someone else when she saw Talian and Khaduceth talking to him. There would be time to wish him well later. A moment with a friend...that was a rare thing here. She would let him have it.
S'kefs getting up to speak interrupted her words and she turned to face him, R'ana feeling Sahnith stilling at the back of her mind.
Not even S'kef would steal this event from the new riders. They've worked too hard to earn this night for him to steal it. I'm sure he just wants to wish them luck. Shanith's uncertainty gnawed at her, and R'ana turned to start heading to soothe her dragon before she did something stupid. The annoucement stilled her. Choosing an honorific was a dragon's job, not the rider's! And on Impression? There was too much on a newly bonded's mind to choose a new name on top of all else.
It got worse. Pain lanced through R'ana, stilling her. Bands tightened around her chest, and she fought just to breathe. No. She wouldn't react here. Not in front of the whole damn weyr. Shanith's mental shriek tore through her.
R'ana's mental reach to calm her was isntinctive, but it was halted when she heard Olemuth roar and B'run speak. Shanith raged in the back of her mind. What on earth was he doing?! S'kef was the leader! You didn't just...Except B'run was. And Shanith confirmed her feeling that he was doing it partly on her behalf.
She narrowed her eyes and strode forward. Shanith? Warn Olemuth that I'm about to be stupid. B'run won't stand alone in this. She began making her way through the crowd, polite at first, then apply her elbow to ribs and midsections when people just wouldn't move. She made her way to the center of the crowd.
Valerian beat her to it. R'ana went to B'run's other side, touching his shoulder with fingers that shook. Rebellion was a new trick for her. She never spoke up like this, not ever! S'kef would flay the skin off her bones for this! Worse, she knew she couldn't win. S'kef couldn't back down, not publicly.
Valerian's words caused her to temper her words. Unfortunately, he was right, and the timing alone meant that she couldn't simply say what she wanted to say. "Weyrleader. What are you going to take next? You took the spotlight from the graduating class. You've taken a dragon's right to name their rider, and to focus solely on their rider after impressing to them instead of worrying about honorifics. Shards, you've taken my own honorific and you're talking about taking away the purpose of a dragonrider because they chose a woman. What's next? What gives you the right?" She struggled to keep her tone respectful, though it was a losing battle.
Panic clawed at her mind, equal parts fury and pain more than she could handle. Shanith added her own roar to Olemuth's and R'ana struggled a bit for air, refusing to give into the panic attack she knew was waiting for her. Not now. Her vision tunneled on S'kef, and she added in a voice that shook, apologizing solely to the weyrlings whose graduation she was helping disrupt, "I apologize for speaking so on what should be a joyous night, but I need to know. What are you taking next, weyrleader?"
A glass shattered about then and R'ana jumped a bit, reacting as if struck, but stood her ground. She didn't dare take her attention off S'kef and B'run, worried about both. Worried more for B'run, and worried about what exactly S'kef would do next. Shanith reared up, flaring her wings in agitation. She would take off to get R'ana soon, whether asked to or not.
