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!
08.Jul.19, 06:49 PM
T’ryn nodded at the advice Mulrissa gave him about his dad. Yes, he was worried about how R’nd would react to knowing he was a grandad and while it would be kind of hilarious, T’ryn didn’t want to upset his dad like that either. But he also knew he couldn’t live his life under everyone else’s expectations, no matter how much he wanted to please people. If the day ever came that he wanted to be a father himself, he wouldn’t let the fear of being the reason R’nd’s hair turned grey from stress over being old stop him. He’d also be more than old enough to be a father so it wasn’t like he was giving him a surprise child while still young himself. And if anyone else bothered to do the math, they’d see that R’nd was practically a child himself when he fathered Mylorah so R’nd really couldn’t judge if even A’tay suddenly showed up with a baby in his arms.
T’ryn let out a silent breath of relief that Mulrissa accepted his offer, even if only the short version of it. He really didn’t want to just ditch like he had last time and wanted to not only make up for that but prove he had learned better post-Flight etiquette and that he wanted to help out more. He realised at some point over the past year after watching other Flights and how the bronzeriders—or blue, apparently—behaved and he couldn’t believe how most didn’t seem to want anything to do with the process after claiming the win. He supposed he could see that point of view considering it wasn’t his dragon clutching or guarding the eggs and the gold likely didn’t want company but would it really hurt to offer up some help?
“Any time you need assistance and Bedith is okay with us taking you, please let me know. Syrendryth will see to Bedith’s needs at the time as well.” T’ryn recalled how his dragon would go off and visit with Bedith when they came for family dinners and that he even hunted for the gold a few times. At the time, T’ryn believed it was both a genuine gesture to show his respect for Bedith but also a tad of showing off as well. Syrendryth liked to believe they were the best and others should know that as well.
“And when I head out, I’ll take the dishes with me. No arguing,” he wagged a finger at Mulrissa to stop any protesting, “I’ll already be leaving and it’s only a short detour to return everything. I can give my compliments to anyone left working as well.” It all worked out rather well in his opinion, especially since he wanted to stop by a store room to get a bit of soapsand for a bath before seeing the nosy parental units.
T’ryn let out a silent breath of relief that Mulrissa accepted his offer, even if only the short version of it. He really didn’t want to just ditch like he had last time and wanted to not only make up for that but prove he had learned better post-Flight etiquette and that he wanted to help out more. He realised at some point over the past year after watching other Flights and how the bronzeriders—or blue, apparently—behaved and he couldn’t believe how most didn’t seem to want anything to do with the process after claiming the win. He supposed he could see that point of view considering it wasn’t his dragon clutching or guarding the eggs and the gold likely didn’t want company but would it really hurt to offer up some help?
“Any time you need assistance and Bedith is okay with us taking you, please let me know. Syrendryth will see to Bedith’s needs at the time as well.” T’ryn recalled how his dragon would go off and visit with Bedith when they came for family dinners and that he even hunted for the gold a few times. At the time, T’ryn believed it was both a genuine gesture to show his respect for Bedith but also a tad of showing off as well. Syrendryth liked to believe they were the best and others should know that as well.
“And when I head out, I’ll take the dishes with me. No arguing,” he wagged a finger at Mulrissa to stop any protesting, “I’ll already be leaving and it’s only a short detour to return everything. I can give my compliments to anyone left working as well.” It all worked out rather well in his opinion, especially since he wanted to stop by a store room to get a bit of soapsand for a bath before seeing the nosy parental units.
