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!
12.Feb.21, 07:13 AM
Despite the late hour, Casa was still awake. She’d spent most of the evening bogged down in absolutely hideously boring Weyrwoman work; she was convinced her Weyrleader did absolutely nothing, palming off as much as he could onto her. Which she preferred to be in control of most of, well, everything, but that didn’t mean she always had to enjoy it! She would have preferred to invite a lover over, or arrange to see Azrin or. Anything. Even pulling teeth out sounded preferable to reviewing numbers and ugh.
When she’d finished that, she’d been exhausted but not tired. So she’d decided to work on perfecting a brew Azrin had taught her that would prevent her from getting pregnant. She hadn’t told him yet that a quick trip between would fix that issue, since it wasn’t something that had come up in the conversation. But the brew was useful, and didn’t taste awful, though she wasn’t convinced the last batch had been made properly. Thus, she was humming to herself as she moved lazily around her little kitchen, tossing another log on the fire and making sure the water was ready when a firelizard appeared. Casa blinked at it.
“Can I help you?” She asked it, a bit tartly, before noticing it was carrying a letter. She took it from the creature, and was satisfied when it vanished. While she didn’t hate the creatures, she didn’t really enjoy them popping into her weyr whenever they felt like it. “Oh! Thally! Wake up!” She felt her dragon’s grumbling and tired emotions even as she heard the little gold moving around and yawning where she was curled up on her couch.What? I was having a good dream. Why aren’t you asleep? Casa laughed softly, and rolled her eyes.
“Fort is Hatching and we got an invite.”
Of course we did. We’re quite important you know.
“So you keep telling me.” Casa laughed again, and moved to her bedroom to get changed into appropriate clothing. A winter gown and warm pants hidden underneath were climbed into, and then she geared up Thallyath and with a last check over them both, mounted up and made the jump to Fort. The pair appeared and Thallyath made her greetings before circling lower until she could land and let Casa off. Once her rider was making her way inside on foot, Thallyath moved to find a suitable perch for herself, squeezing in between two bronzes.
Casa looked around with interest half wondering where would be most appropriate for her to set herself and if it mattered. It probably did, but in the end she decided to simply wave a greeting to Rhaedalyn and R’nya, flash a smile at Cazan, and settle herself down in a front row position where she could watch the Hatching with her usual enthusiasm. If anyone wanted to join her, she was more than happy to have company!
When she’d finished that, she’d been exhausted but not tired. So she’d decided to work on perfecting a brew Azrin had taught her that would prevent her from getting pregnant. She hadn’t told him yet that a quick trip between would fix that issue, since it wasn’t something that had come up in the conversation. But the brew was useful, and didn’t taste awful, though she wasn’t convinced the last batch had been made properly. Thus, she was humming to herself as she moved lazily around her little kitchen, tossing another log on the fire and making sure the water was ready when a firelizard appeared. Casa blinked at it.
“Can I help you?” She asked it, a bit tartly, before noticing it was carrying a letter. She took it from the creature, and was satisfied when it vanished. While she didn’t hate the creatures, she didn’t really enjoy them popping into her weyr whenever they felt like it. “Oh! Thally! Wake up!” She felt her dragon’s grumbling and tired emotions even as she heard the little gold moving around and yawning where she was curled up on her couch.
“Fort is Hatching and we got an invite.”
“So you keep telling me.” Casa laughed again, and moved to her bedroom to get changed into appropriate clothing. A winter gown and warm pants hidden underneath were climbed into, and then she geared up Thallyath and with a last check over them both, mounted up and made the jump to Fort. The pair appeared and Thallyath made her greetings before circling lower until she could land and let Casa off. Once her rider was making her way inside on foot, Thallyath moved to find a suitable perch for herself, squeezing in between two bronzes.
Casa looked around with interest half wondering where would be most appropriate for her to set herself and if it mattered. It probably did, but in the end she decided to simply wave a greeting to Rhaedalyn and R’nya, flash a smile at Cazan, and settle herself down in a front row position where she could watch the Hatching with her usual enthusiasm. If anyone wanted to join her, she was more than happy to have company!
