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!
26.Jan.12, 01:38 AM
Gather. Summer. Who's idea was it to hold a gather in the middle of summer?! Volfetti was scowling as she stood at the edge of the Gather Square. She was dressed in a loose, lightweight white tunic, a tan leather belt resting above her increasingly swollen belly. She was now in her, what was it now, sixth month? Perhaps seventh or even eighth. To be honest she wasn't keen on counting the months since that day of Green flights when her lust had gotten the better of her. The passing thought of that day caused her scowl to darken further as she stared down at her belly. It seemed that each day it was growing inch by inch. Then again, her entire body was doing that as she ate her way through the process.
Taking a few steps forward she gasped lightly, feeling her swollen feet aching with even the slightest pressure or movement. Spying the table of drinks she took a deep breath and continued to walk over to them, trying her hardest to ignore the painful steps. As she reached the table she looked around, instinctively reaching for the wines to try and take the edge off the melting heat of the summer and all the aches that riddled her body. The glass had barely touched her lip when a shout and thud caught her attention. Looking over she saw Indivara gazing up to Ph'yn, the two sorting themselves out after she had used him as a breaking system. An eyebrow arched upwards, threatening to leave her face and become one with her sun-bleached hair. Without realising it she let herself listen in on the conversation, glad to have something to think about other than everything that was making her life hell.
The wine glass slowly lowered to the table as she giggled to herself when both Indivara and Kerrin accused Ph'yn of having a large forgetful streak in their own manners. She still clutched it awfully tightly however, as if holding it was allowing the alcohol to seep through into her skin. Absentmindedly she reached up with her free hand and tugged at the wide-brimmed hat that was barely keeping the sun out of her eyes now that it was sinking towards the horizon. The lull of music and chatter was finally beginning to ease her mind as she leant back against the table. Indivara, again, would prove to distract her yet again. Have you chosen a name yet?
Volfetti dropped the wine glass which broke into a few pieces on the compacted dirt, the ruby red alcohol drenching the ground like blood. Her eyes were wide and staring blatantly at the three nearby, she knew full well about the rumours that flitted amongst the weyrfolk. That it had reached one so young as Indivara deeply surprised Volfetti, unsettled her. With a small, quick shake of her head she looked down at the broken glass, nudging the base with the edge of her sandal.
"And how am I meant to clean this up?" She sighed to herself softly, preparing herself for what felt like a monumental task: bending over.
Taking a few steps forward she gasped lightly, feeling her swollen feet aching with even the slightest pressure or movement. Spying the table of drinks she took a deep breath and continued to walk over to them, trying her hardest to ignore the painful steps. As she reached the table she looked around, instinctively reaching for the wines to try and take the edge off the melting heat of the summer and all the aches that riddled her body. The glass had barely touched her lip when a shout and thud caught her attention. Looking over she saw Indivara gazing up to Ph'yn, the two sorting themselves out after she had used him as a breaking system. An eyebrow arched upwards, threatening to leave her face and become one with her sun-bleached hair. Without realising it she let herself listen in on the conversation, glad to have something to think about other than everything that was making her life hell.
The wine glass slowly lowered to the table as she giggled to herself when both Indivara and Kerrin accused Ph'yn of having a large forgetful streak in their own manners. She still clutched it awfully tightly however, as if holding it was allowing the alcohol to seep through into her skin. Absentmindedly she reached up with her free hand and tugged at the wide-brimmed hat that was barely keeping the sun out of her eyes now that it was sinking towards the horizon. The lull of music and chatter was finally beginning to ease her mind as she leant back against the table. Indivara, again, would prove to distract her yet again. Have you chosen a name yet?
Volfetti dropped the wine glass which broke into a few pieces on the compacted dirt, the ruby red alcohol drenching the ground like blood. Her eyes were wide and staring blatantly at the three nearby, she knew full well about the rumours that flitted amongst the weyrfolk. That it had reached one so young as Indivara deeply surprised Volfetti, unsettled her. With a small, quick shake of her head she looked down at the broken glass, nudging the base with the edge of her sandal.
"And how am I meant to clean this up?" She sighed to herself softly, preparing herself for what felt like a monumental task: bending over.
