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!
01.Oct.19, 02:31 AM
R'dal not only looked like a kick puppy, but he felt like one as well. He only wanted to help and do something nice! Why was that so bad? Why did having his sisters in the Weyr need to be such a horrible thing, because R'dal felt like it wasn't just the surprise of it happening that had F'drel so angry. He wouldn't have reacted so strongly if it was just another chair being secretly delivered. F'drel was right and he should have known a surprise wouldn't have been welcomed and he was about to apologise for messing up again when D'hys started getting attacked and called dangerous.
D'hys wasn't perfect, no one was, but R'dal still thought he was a nice guy. Sure, he'd heard the rumours and tales of what happened when D'hys dumped a lover but R'dal always felt D'hys played the complete jerk to further drive that person away because he was afraid of love. F'drel was even in some kind of relationship with the bluerider, so why would he think anything less of the man? Obviously he didn't know anyone like he thought he did and R'dal was mentally adding 'making new friends' to the growing list of things he wished he never did.
"Why do you always have to yell at me?" R'dal wiped at the tear that escaped eyes that had started watering while he'd essentially been told how stupid he was. He wasn't the sort to get angry, wasn't even sure if he knew the emotion before people started harassing Nerreh and Faxxonth, but he was starting to feel it now and it made him even angrier at himself for feeling it toward a good friend. But he'd had enough.
"I tried, F'drel. I'm always trying with you. I learned not to ask or assume anything about you and your past and I haven't since. I learned not to talk to Lords because they might be bad and I haven't since! I'm even careful with the glass-smith I've traded with for years now just in case I missed something before. I didn't know I was supposed to avoid people I have literally known since I was born as well!" He clenched his fists at his side, tears falling freely now, though they just annoyed R'dal further. He was mad and crying at the same time? He couldn't do anything right!
But the fight in him died and the sadness won out. "I don't purposely go out of my way to make you mad or to worry you. And I'm sorry about the surprise and you owing a favour to D'hys. I'll help you with it or do it for you when he tells you what it is. Just... send a letter or something." Because he doubted F'drel would want to see him much after everything that had happened. And that reminded him...
R'dal reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of bracelets that he set on the table. "I made these for your sisters as welcome gifts. There's one for you in there, too. They match mine," he lifted his left hand to show off the various bracelets adorning his wrist, one of which looked like the ones he had just delivered. "Go ahead and give them out if you think they'd want them. I should get back to Fort." He didn't wait for any reply as he turned to make his way back to the ledge and dragon he wanted to hug and never let go of.
D'hys wasn't perfect, no one was, but R'dal still thought he was a nice guy. Sure, he'd heard the rumours and tales of what happened when D'hys dumped a lover but R'dal always felt D'hys played the complete jerk to further drive that person away because he was afraid of love. F'drel was even in some kind of relationship with the bluerider, so why would he think anything less of the man? Obviously he didn't know anyone like he thought he did and R'dal was mentally adding 'making new friends' to the growing list of things he wished he never did.
"Why do you always have to yell at me?" R'dal wiped at the tear that escaped eyes that had started watering while he'd essentially been told how stupid he was. He wasn't the sort to get angry, wasn't even sure if he knew the emotion before people started harassing Nerreh and Faxxonth, but he was starting to feel it now and it made him even angrier at himself for feeling it toward a good friend. But he'd had enough.
"I tried, F'drel. I'm always trying with you. I learned not to ask or assume anything about you and your past and I haven't since. I learned not to talk to Lords because they might be bad and I haven't since! I'm even careful with the glass-smith I've traded with for years now just in case I missed something before. I didn't know I was supposed to avoid people I have literally known since I was born as well!" He clenched his fists at his side, tears falling freely now, though they just annoyed R'dal further. He was mad and crying at the same time? He couldn't do anything right!
But the fight in him died and the sadness won out. "I don't purposely go out of my way to make you mad or to worry you. And I'm sorry about the surprise and you owing a favour to D'hys. I'll help you with it or do it for you when he tells you what it is. Just... send a letter or something." Because he doubted F'drel would want to see him much after everything that had happened. And that reminded him...
R'dal reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of bracelets that he set on the table. "I made these for your sisters as welcome gifts. There's one for you in there, too. They match mine," he lifted his left hand to show off the various bracelets adorning his wrist, one of which looked like the ones he had just delivered. "Go ahead and give them out if you think they'd want them. I should get back to Fort." He didn't wait for any reply as he turned to make his way back to the ledge and dragon he wanted to hug and never let go of.
