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!
06.Jun.19, 02:20 AM
T'ryn followed the path that led in the vague direction N'mor had pointed, though he wasn't too concerned about finding it as quickly as possible. There were other stalls along the way that they could linger at and T'ryn did his best to mingle with a smile when they did stop or were spotted by the seller of whatever wares they peddled. He knew not everyone had accepted the return of dragonriders and he had a feeling that even if he hid his rank, people would know him as an outsider for one reason or another so he was always mindful of what he said or did in the public. That didn't mean he was going to buy something from every stand they came across but he did compliment items that he genuinely did find well crafted and always wished the person a good day.
When they did find the weaver, T'ryn gasped several feet away. If he thought the sunrise one was beautiful, he didn't know what word to describe the one that caught his eye now. A few shades of green with some brown and black created a forest. How did people make such things? He couldn't even begin to comprehend the skill behind such art nor the amount of time it would have taken. Because of that, he was certain there would be a higher price attached to it since the master weaver no doubt did it. Still, it called to him, reminding him so much of the forest they grew up in. Not many knew, but T'ryn loved the forest surrounding Katila and often felt exposed living in a proper Weyr or walking around a Hold. The forest was comforting to him and he thought it would be the perfect thing for his living room. "Neeeem," he practically moaned his friend's name as it came out on a whisper while pointing to the tapestry.
"Good morning," he greeted the woman working with a bright smile and tried to contain his enthusiasm from spilling over. "I'm interested in the forest behind you. It's absolutely breathtaking. Did you weave it? Oh, and that one as well," he pointed to one that was partially rolled up but unravelled enough to show the pattern was an ombre of greens. It would offset the forest nicely. He'd also let N'mor get him that one since it would likely be cheaper and he didn't want his friend blowing all his marks on him.
When they did find the weaver, T'ryn gasped several feet away. If he thought the sunrise one was beautiful, he didn't know what word to describe the one that caught his eye now. A few shades of green with some brown and black created a forest. How did people make such things? He couldn't even begin to comprehend the skill behind such art nor the amount of time it would have taken. Because of that, he was certain there would be a higher price attached to it since the master weaver no doubt did it. Still, it called to him, reminding him so much of the forest they grew up in. Not many knew, but T'ryn loved the forest surrounding Katila and often felt exposed living in a proper Weyr or walking around a Hold. The forest was comforting to him and he thought it would be the perfect thing for his living room. "Neeeem," he practically moaned his friend's name as it came out on a whisper while pointing to the tapestry.
"Good morning," he greeted the woman working with a bright smile and tried to contain his enthusiasm from spilling over. "I'm interested in the forest behind you. It's absolutely breathtaking. Did you weave it? Oh, and that one as well," he pointed to one that was partially rolled up but unravelled enough to show the pattern was an ombre of greens. It would offset the forest nicely. He'd also let N'mor get him that one since it would likely be cheaper and he didn't want his friend blowing all his marks on him.
