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.Jul.13, 04:39 PM
Rhaedalyn gave a little muffled noise of discontent when she was elbowed but decided going back to sleep was better than waking up because of the nudge. The night before had seen her barely have even half a glass of wine and even that had been watered down. Turnover was one of the only times anyone could get her to drink since it was an important milestone and a large party. Since Impressing Aradissicath, Rhaedalyn was even more determined to keep her mind clear so it wasn’t that she was hungover, it was more she was extremely tired and wanted more sleep.
The night had been fun and filled with dancing and laughing. Rhaedalyn had opted not to make a whole new dress since she not only had enough time with her classes for such an elaborate project but she didn’t want to be seen as greedy and continuing to use the Weyr’s tight resources for herself. Instead, she adjusted the waist line, shortened the hemline a bit, and added a new panel in a different colour that hung in the back and was a bit longer than the rest of the dress, creating something new and unique while still staying rather conservative. It was, unfortunately, what she would be stuck wearing for a Hatching or two it seemed as her sleepy mind processed what she was hearing.
A yawn and stretch greeted Kahleena in response to contacting R’nya as Rhaedalyn sat up and looked around the room that wasn’t hers. It made sense. Kahleena’s hut was a bit closer and it had the added bonus of being finished. Rhaedalyn was still in the process of having hers built and the Barracks wasn’t any place to have an impromptu slumber party! Still, it was a shame since she didn’t have a change of clothes. The option to borrow something in Kahleena’s closet suddenly struck as Rhaedalyn stumbled out of bed, trying to shake the sleepiness from her.
After giggling over Grith and asking Aradissicath to contact Xyreith all the same to make sure R’nya was well that morning and headed to the Sands, Rhaedalyn was dressed in borrowed clothing and skipping off with Kahleena to see the Hatchings. Xyreith was spoken to, Aradissicath commented lightly to both women as she pranced along beside them. She was old enough now to carry Rhaedalyn on the ground but Rhaedalyn had insisted she could walk that morning since it would have been rude to leave Kahleena on the ground. In some act of miracle, Rhaedalyn only tripped once over her drowsy feet though Aradissicath stumbled a few more times and cut a corner too tightly and bounced off someone’s wall.
“Aw, you think so? I hope that’s all it is. Remember last Hatching?” Rhaedalyn giggled as she recalled how long it took for the dragonets to decide to come out and see them after they started to shake and cause a stir throughout the Weyr. It had been worth it though and Aradissicath earned a hug as the woman recalled the moment that had been beyond shocking and overwhelming. “I guess I can go sneak into the Kitchens and find us something to snack on or drink while we wait, assuming it’s not all being poured down the Candidates’ throats!” She giggled again but Aradissicath blocked her path from leaving with an explanation she’d take care of the meal. Xyreith, please join us on the Sands and find something for the girls to have breakfast. With that done, the little gold plopped herself down to begin the wait.
The night had been fun and filled with dancing and laughing. Rhaedalyn had opted not to make a whole new dress since she not only had enough time with her classes for such an elaborate project but she didn’t want to be seen as greedy and continuing to use the Weyr’s tight resources for herself. Instead, she adjusted the waist line, shortened the hemline a bit, and added a new panel in a different colour that hung in the back and was a bit longer than the rest of the dress, creating something new and unique while still staying rather conservative. It was, unfortunately, what she would be stuck wearing for a Hatching or two it seemed as her sleepy mind processed what she was hearing.
A yawn and stretch greeted Kahleena in response to contacting R’nya as Rhaedalyn sat up and looked around the room that wasn’t hers. It made sense. Kahleena’s hut was a bit closer and it had the added bonus of being finished. Rhaedalyn was still in the process of having hers built and the Barracks wasn’t any place to have an impromptu slumber party! Still, it was a shame since she didn’t have a change of clothes. The option to borrow something in Kahleena’s closet suddenly struck as Rhaedalyn stumbled out of bed, trying to shake the sleepiness from her.
After giggling over Grith and asking Aradissicath to contact Xyreith all the same to make sure R’nya was well that morning and headed to the Sands, Rhaedalyn was dressed in borrowed clothing and skipping off with Kahleena to see the Hatchings. Xyreith was spoken to, Aradissicath commented lightly to both women as she pranced along beside them. She was old enough now to carry Rhaedalyn on the ground but Rhaedalyn had insisted she could walk that morning since it would have been rude to leave Kahleena on the ground. In some act of miracle, Rhaedalyn only tripped once over her drowsy feet though Aradissicath stumbled a few more times and cut a corner too tightly and bounced off someone’s wall.
“Aw, you think so? I hope that’s all it is. Remember last Hatching?” Rhaedalyn giggled as she recalled how long it took for the dragonets to decide to come out and see them after they started to shake and cause a stir throughout the Weyr. It had been worth it though and Aradissicath earned a hug as the woman recalled the moment that had been beyond shocking and overwhelming. “I guess I can go sneak into the Kitchens and find us something to snack on or drink while we wait, assuming it’s not all being poured down the Candidates’ throats!” She giggled again but Aradissicath blocked her path from leaving with an explanation she’d take care of the meal. Xyreith, please join us on the Sands and find something for the girls to have breakfast. With that done, the little gold plopped herself down to begin the wait.
