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!
25.Apr.20, 10:47 PM
741.02.15
My sister sent word that I was requested at her hold. It’s an odd feeling…being a runner and receiving a message by runner…She’s apparently heavily pregnant and would like a familiar face in her final months of pregnancy. It makes sense…she’s newly married, with child almost immediately, and she hasn’t had much time to get very close to any of the women in her husband’s hold. Someone she knows will be a comfort to her during the uneasy times to come. Meri is still learning hold management so she can’t go, and she and Carilyn were never very close. My father says I am more easily pulled from my duties, anyway. He says there are other young runners who would benefit from taking on my usual routes. Hmph. Well…I can still run short legs in the area around Cairlyn’s new place. I haven’t been over there often, and it would be nice to be more familiar with those traces. I suppose it could be an interesting opportunity.
741.03.06
Well today could have been better. The days since I got to Carilyn’s hold have been strained at best. I am so tired of answering the same questions and getting the same looks. How hard is it to understand that I want to put my Craft first?! I am a good Runner and I like running! Running is more important to me than ‘starting a family’. That already kind-of happened anyway, and didn’t end well…of course I can’t tell them that. I can’t even tell Cairlyn. It’s bittersweet…watching her approach motherhood. I didn’t get that far…I wonder if my shape would have mimicked hers…she carries her child forward. Her legs are so long that ‘forward’ is the only place for the baby to go. When seen from the back it’s hard to tell she’s even pregnant, but from the side, she could be smuggling a small dragon egg. I’m not even sure I would want the life of a parent…but I do wonder how different things would have been…
741.03.24
HOW DARE HE?! I knew from the moment I met him at the wedding I would never like him. Carilyn got the good one of the three brothers. And that oldest one was to be in charge someday?! He was just awful! I keep replaying those hurtful words…how could he say that?! How could he say that the only thing women are good for—that I am good for—is birthing babies?! Rudi, you stop that hissing…don’t you dare fly at him again. I know he upset us, but shredding him with your talons will only make things worse…as nice as that would be to see…then to proposition me…improper, pompous, brash…gr…And to get shuffled off with the other women, who don’t know anything other than how to prattle on about babies and which of the men were the most handsome. I will be so happy to return home.
741.04.07
Thank Faranth the baby finally arrived. A screaming, flailing baby boy. My heart aches when I see him…my own would have been nearly three by now. I’m saddened by that tiny life that was lost but somehow I don’t long for what I missed out on…I don’t think I’m cut out to be a mother. But after all of the talk on how ‘a woman’s place is in the hold’ I feel like I don’t belong to a craft, either. I know I’m good at it, and I really am excited to start REALLY running again. Another two weeks and I’ll be back at station 298. I’ll be back on the traces. I’ll be back running. I’ll be home…
My sister sent word that I was requested at her hold. It’s an odd feeling…being a runner and receiving a message by runner…She’s apparently heavily pregnant and would like a familiar face in her final months of pregnancy. It makes sense…she’s newly married, with child almost immediately, and she hasn’t had much time to get very close to any of the women in her husband’s hold. Someone she knows will be a comfort to her during the uneasy times to come. Meri is still learning hold management so she can’t go, and she and Carilyn were never very close. My father says I am more easily pulled from my duties, anyway. He says there are other young runners who would benefit from taking on my usual routes. Hmph. Well…I can still run short legs in the area around Cairlyn’s new place. I haven’t been over there often, and it would be nice to be more familiar with those traces. I suppose it could be an interesting opportunity.
741.03.06
Well today could have been better. The days since I got to Carilyn’s hold have been strained at best. I am so tired of answering the same questions and getting the same looks. How hard is it to understand that I want to put my Craft first?! I am a good Runner and I like running! Running is more important to me than ‘starting a family’. That already kind-of happened anyway, and didn’t end well…of course I can’t tell them that. I can’t even tell Cairlyn. It’s bittersweet…watching her approach motherhood. I didn’t get that far…I wonder if my shape would have mimicked hers…she carries her child forward. Her legs are so long that ‘forward’ is the only place for the baby to go. When seen from the back it’s hard to tell she’s even pregnant, but from the side, she could be smuggling a small dragon egg. I’m not even sure I would want the life of a parent…but I do wonder how different things would have been…
741.03.24
HOW DARE HE?! I knew from the moment I met him at the wedding I would never like him. Carilyn got the good one of the three brothers. And that oldest one was to be in charge someday?! He was just awful! I keep replaying those hurtful words…how could he say that?! How could he say that the only thing women are good for—that I am good for—is birthing babies?! Rudi, you stop that hissing…don’t you dare fly at him again. I know he upset us, but shredding him with your talons will only make things worse…as nice as that would be to see…then to proposition me…improper, pompous, brash…gr…And to get shuffled off with the other women, who don’t know anything other than how to prattle on about babies and which of the men were the most handsome. I will be so happy to return home.
741.04.07
Thank Faranth the baby finally arrived. A screaming, flailing baby boy. My heart aches when I see him…my own would have been nearly three by now. I’m saddened by that tiny life that was lost but somehow I don’t long for what I missed out on…I don’t think I’m cut out to be a mother. But after all of the talk on how ‘a woman’s place is in the hold’ I feel like I don’t belong to a craft, either. I know I’m good at it, and I really am excited to start REALLY running again. Another two weeks and I’ll be back at station 298. I’ll be back on the traces. I’ll be back running. I’ll be home…
