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!
26.May.19, 05:15 AM
Even as they landed and left their gear with the dragons, T’ryn was still debating whether or not hiding all day would be worth the pouts and creative punishments their dads came up with. By the time they had finished the very healthy breakfast of cinnamon rolls—one of the few sweets he actually liked as a rare treat—he decided N’mor was right and it was better to just get family time over with instead of invoking their dads’ rights to make a missed meal into a three day bonding exercise.
Since it wasn’t a Gather, they only had the usual smaller selection of shops to wander through but T’ryn didn’t mind. He didn’t come down that often, at least not for himself, but still found that the crafters worked hard and always seemed to have something different on display. Last time he had been down, the local weaver had a new wall tapestry that reminded him of a sunrise. He was interested in seeing what was there now and perhaps purchase it for his weyr.
“I bet Ayontay will get to come this time,” his little brother had had a bit of a head cold for N’mor’s birthday and his Weyrlingmaster wouldn’t let him travel between, citing he needed a clear head and no distractions. None of them argued the point, not wanting to risk him though getting left behind did mean T’ryn had returned home with a bag full of leftover meats and treats from the table for A’tay. “He’s recovered and given who our dads are, there’s no way he won’t get permission to travel. Apparently the pair’s doing really well in all areas and he might even make it to Weyrleader before you,” T’ryn teased his friend and shoulder bumped him lightly with a grin. It was a lot easier to talk about A’tay and make jokes than it was to think too much on the fact that N’mor was still happily mated to someone else and his other ex had flown two weeks earlier and Syrendryth had entered for some reason and lost to a green that was actually a blue. What even was his life anymore?
Speaking of crazy… “Hey… opinion… Should I ask Mylo to come with us?” R’nd had figured it out a couple of months earlier that Mylorah wasn’t just a close friend to his sons that was willing to step in front of a charging bronze weyrling for fear it was going to attack Ayontay. T’ryn had even been given one of his grandmother’s rings to give to Mylorah along with the promise that R’nd would respect her wish if she continued to not want or need him in her life. She had cried at the time but also said she wasn’t ready. Knowing how stubborn she was, T’ryn didn’t think she ever would be.
Since it wasn’t a Gather, they only had the usual smaller selection of shops to wander through but T’ryn didn’t mind. He didn’t come down that often, at least not for himself, but still found that the crafters worked hard and always seemed to have something different on display. Last time he had been down, the local weaver had a new wall tapestry that reminded him of a sunrise. He was interested in seeing what was there now and perhaps purchase it for his weyr.
“I bet Ayontay will get to come this time,” his little brother had had a bit of a head cold for N’mor’s birthday and his Weyrlingmaster wouldn’t let him travel between, citing he needed a clear head and no distractions. None of them argued the point, not wanting to risk him though getting left behind did mean T’ryn had returned home with a bag full of leftover meats and treats from the table for A’tay. “He’s recovered and given who our dads are, there’s no way he won’t get permission to travel. Apparently the pair’s doing really well in all areas and he might even make it to Weyrleader before you,” T’ryn teased his friend and shoulder bumped him lightly with a grin. It was a lot easier to talk about A’tay and make jokes than it was to think too much on the fact that N’mor was still happily mated to someone else and his other ex had flown two weeks earlier and Syrendryth had entered for some reason and lost to a green that was actually a blue. What even was his life anymore?
Speaking of crazy… “Hey… opinion… Should I ask Mylo to come with us?” R’nd had figured it out a couple of months earlier that Mylorah wasn’t just a close friend to his sons that was willing to step in front of a charging bronze weyrling for fear it was going to attack Ayontay. T’ryn had even been given one of his grandmother’s rings to give to Mylorah along with the promise that R’nd would respect her wish if she continued to not want or need him in her life. She had cried at the time but also said she wasn’t ready. Knowing how stubborn she was, T’ryn didn’t think she ever would be.
