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!
28.Jun.19, 04:37 PM
As a general rule, F’drel wasn’t exactly known for having friends. He did have them, but the vast majority of them were more like acquaintances who weren’t actively out to fuck him over as opposed to close friends, but F’drel still awarded them the title. Almost all of his acquaintance-friends were fellow greenriders, and a good number of those had graduated from the same Weyrling class as him. Weyrlings spent so much time together, it would have been difficult for F’drel to avoid everyone. Besides, he wasn’t a complete recluse — yet — and his reluctance to interact with most people had more to do with his concerns over how safe they were than being annoyed by their presence.
Meaning that he still fairly regularly spent time with several of his classmates, because Miri loved her clutchmates that were their riders, because greenriders were very good at staying on top of the news and gossip and F’drel needed to know as much as possible to know who to avoid, and, nowadays, what sort of tidbits D’hys might find interesting, and because it was nice to have at least regular human contact, though R’dal and Mylorah were almost enough human interaction on their own.
Semath and her rider are here! Halomirth cheered, standing up from where she was lounging on edge of her weyrledge and flapping her wings in excitement as Semath approached. F’drel glanced over towards where he knew she was, though he was really only looking at a bare stone wall, before tossing the rag he’d been using to wipe down his small table for the second time that day into the wicker laundry hamper and heading out to Miri’s ledge to greet their guests. Everything was clean and set up for the visit, a pitcher of cool water and cups set out on the side table, the few surfaces dusted, the floor swept. F’drel had even cleaned his entire bedroom and closet, though there was very, very little reason for L’gan to ever set foot in there, but living in the Weyrs had taught F’drel that there was always a chance someone would end up in your bedroom at any time. Sometimes it was your nap-loving friend, sometimes a very distressed young bronzerider, and sometimes about fifteen riders of male dragons who were into your dragon. Meant all rooms had to be guest-ready at all times.
Out on the ledge, Halomirth danced excitedly as Semath flew closer, and F’drel leaned against the stone wall towards the back of the ledge, watching the same green shape get larger as she got closer to them. Halomirth trilled as Semath touched down, rushing up to briefly twine her neck with Semath’s in greeting.
Meaning that he still fairly regularly spent time with several of his classmates, because Miri loved her clutchmates that were their riders, because greenriders were very good at staying on top of the news and gossip and F’drel needed to know as much as possible to know who to avoid, and, nowadays, what sort of tidbits D’hys might find interesting, and because it was nice to have at least regular human contact, though R’dal and Mylorah were almost enough human interaction on their own.
Semath and her rider are here! Halomirth cheered, standing up from where she was lounging on edge of her weyrledge and flapping her wings in excitement as Semath approached. F’drel glanced over towards where he knew she was, though he was really only looking at a bare stone wall, before tossing the rag he’d been using to wipe down his small table for the second time that day into the wicker laundry hamper and heading out to Miri’s ledge to greet their guests. Everything was clean and set up for the visit, a pitcher of cool water and cups set out on the side table, the few surfaces dusted, the floor swept. F’drel had even cleaned his entire bedroom and closet, though there was very, very little reason for L’gan to ever set foot in there, but living in the Weyrs had taught F’drel that there was always a chance someone would end up in your bedroom at any time. Sometimes it was your nap-loving friend, sometimes a very distressed young bronzerider, and sometimes about fifteen riders of male dragons who were into your dragon. Meant all rooms had to be guest-ready at all times.
Out on the ledge, Halomirth danced excitedly as Semath flew closer, and F’drel leaned against the stone wall towards the back of the ledge, watching the same green shape get larger as she got closer to them. Halomirth trilled as Semath touched down, rushing up to briefly twine her neck with Semath’s in greeting.
