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!
10.Feb.12, 11:09 PM
Kuminari took a delicate step backwards when Lymsleia resurfaced, nose scrunching up delicately in disgust as the water lapped towards her slippered feet. Hazelnut eyes glared down at the other woman with indignation when she realised the other was completely naked. Really! Had she no modesty at all? Just because they had been stolen by sex crazed beast riders didn't mean they had to turn primal alongside them. The older woman tossed her head, flicking her long red hair back over her shoulder and brushed her long fringe back from her eyes, still crinkled with distaste.
"Obviously," she drawled, taking another step back as Lymsleia splashed around. Of course the other woman was escaping from the men of the Weyr. That, of course, was why she had left a trail of clothing and was splashing around naked in the river in the dusk. Kuminari had her doubts about exactly what crowd Lymsleia was hoping to attract. As the woman continued, Kuminari decided she was more likely to attract the creep she was trying to avoid, as opposed to those that were sweet. Sweet people did not frolic naked in rivers at dusk. Sniffing indignantly, Kuminari raised an eyebrow.
"I know who you are," she said irritably, folding her arms across her chest. Kuminari had been an intel Journeywoman before she was swept away indignantly by the horrid beasts and their stupid winged partners. She knew all the names of those who were reported missing over the past several Turns, and was not at all surprised when she discovered the vast majority of them wandering the would-be Weyr. Kuminari didn't bother to introduce herself. If the woman didn't know who she was, she obviously wasn't worth the effort.
"Are you almost done?" Kuminari had no desire to spend any more time than was required baby sitting some silly woman who had a death wish. Really!
"Obviously," she drawled, taking another step back as Lymsleia splashed around. Of course the other woman was escaping from the men of the Weyr. That, of course, was why she had left a trail of clothing and was splashing around naked in the river in the dusk. Kuminari had her doubts about exactly what crowd Lymsleia was hoping to attract. As the woman continued, Kuminari decided she was more likely to attract the creep she was trying to avoid, as opposed to those that were sweet. Sweet people did not frolic naked in rivers at dusk. Sniffing indignantly, Kuminari raised an eyebrow.
"I know who you are," she said irritably, folding her arms across her chest. Kuminari had been an intel Journeywoman before she was swept away indignantly by the horrid beasts and their stupid winged partners. She knew all the names of those who were reported missing over the past several Turns, and was not at all surprised when she discovered the vast majority of them wandering the would-be Weyr. Kuminari didn't bother to introduce herself. If the woman didn't know who she was, she obviously wasn't worth the effort.
"Are you almost done?" Kuminari had no desire to spend any more time than was required baby sitting some silly woman who had a death wish. Really!
