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, 04:49 PM
J'di, like most riders, typically partied as hard as she worked. Turn's End was certainly no exception and the bluerider was enjoying a warm bed and an equally warm bedmate when Grith's dulcet tones rang out the news. To her credit, J'di roused quickly, climbing over her fur-warmer for the evening long before he had even lifted his dark-curled head from the pillow.
Tell Grith to keep her pants on, we're coming. She groused to Caymath, pouring herself a quick glass of wine and downing it. She had a fairly high alcohol tolerance, thank Faranth, and the wine would hopefully keep what symptoms she did have at bay long enough to get through the Hatching. It wouldn't do to show weakness in front of the young'uns. "Better get a move on." She advised the young man swinging his legs to the floor. "We've all get places to be today."
"Yes, ma'am." Ah'nin hummed with agreeably, grabbing his clothes to sling on. His hangover headache battled with the satisfaction of the recently well-laid as he slipped out the door. J'di might not be a looker, but damn, the woman certainly know a trick or three! The greenrider wished there were time for a repeat, but he couldn't be late for his groupmate's first hatching.
For her part, J'di headed straight for the kitchens at a brisk clip. The Weyrlingmaster borrowed a pair of items and left orders for pitches of extra-strong klah to be brought by the candidate barracks, along with some rolls to gnaw on and fill their stomachs. She wasn't entirely without mercy and no matter whose bed her charges had fallen into last night, the children would all end up in that vicinity.
As J'di headed into the barracks proper, the bluerider held up the metal skillet she'd liberated from the kitchens and began banging the heavy spoon in her other hand against it. "Rise and shine, kiddies! You've got one hour to get yourselves in enough shape to convince me that putting you on the sands won't be a safety hazard- for the dragonets."
Caymath reached out to brown Armath. J'di would like M'din to check off the stragglers from the list of candidates today and make certain all are present and accounted for. And possibly to help put a boot in the ass of anyone still lazing about in the barracks. The blue relayed the order to their Assistant exactly as it had been given to him, or he may have chosen a different phrasing. He also knew J'di would prefer to just leave anyone who couldn't get themselves together in time, but the Weyr wasn't so stuffed with candidates that they could afford to deny a potential choice to the dragonets.
Tell Grith to keep her pants on, we're coming. She groused to Caymath, pouring herself a quick glass of wine and downing it. She had a fairly high alcohol tolerance, thank Faranth, and the wine would hopefully keep what symptoms she did have at bay long enough to get through the Hatching. It wouldn't do to show weakness in front of the young'uns. "Better get a move on." She advised the young man swinging his legs to the floor. "We've all get places to be today."
"Yes, ma'am." Ah'nin hummed with agreeably, grabbing his clothes to sling on. His hangover headache battled with the satisfaction of the recently well-laid as he slipped out the door. J'di might not be a looker, but damn, the woman certainly know a trick or three! The greenrider wished there were time for a repeat, but he couldn't be late for his groupmate's first hatching.
For her part, J'di headed straight for the kitchens at a brisk clip. The Weyrlingmaster borrowed a pair of items and left orders for pitches of extra-strong klah to be brought by the candidate barracks, along with some rolls to gnaw on and fill their stomachs. She wasn't entirely without mercy and no matter whose bed her charges had fallen into last night, the children would all end up in that vicinity.
As J'di headed into the barracks proper, the bluerider held up the metal skillet she'd liberated from the kitchens and began banging the heavy spoon in her other hand against it. "Rise and shine, kiddies! You've got one hour to get yourselves in enough shape to convince me that putting you on the sands won't be a safety hazard- for the dragonets."
Caymath reached out to brown Armath.
