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!
16.Jul.12, 01:50 AM
Another year! Somehow Par’a had kept her attentions focused enough not only to commission a lovely green dress but to tame her hair into glossy waves. The dress was of the deepest greens, with bright green and silver beading details around her midriff. It wasn’t slinky or seductive; in fact it was rather princess-like. She carved a path amidst her fellow celebrators as she walked, even the drinkers seemed to sense its value and kept their sour drinks tucked away from her.
Of course that didn’t mean she herself avoided the drinks, with a glass of sparkling wine clasped in her hand she was headed towards the central platform the performing harpers were gathered upon. She sipped at it, surprisingly delicately, her warm eyes rich with mirth as she watched B’jin tossing shots, both into his mouth and at his fellow harpers. Arriving at the platform she took a final sip and put the empty glass down beside a collection of bottles and glasses before reaching up to grab B’jin’s hand.
Her grasp was as firm as ever as she yanked him off the platform, spinning serenely and tucking his hand onto her waist before she placed hers on his shoulder. Whether he wanted to or not he was being pulled into a dance, her dress puffing out behind her as she curled against him.
“Singing is boring,” she purred. “Dance with me!” Because he definitely had a choice there.
Above the gather square Grith was performing her own dance, spiralling and swirling above them. For once her hide was perfectly clean, shimmering in fact with the oils Par’a had used on her. She glittered like a Gold when the light caught her hide, most likely because the oil had contained a liberal amount of glitter. She bugled and trilled, trying her best to match the harpers’ tunes but not really succeeding. It didn’t matter to her though, she was having fun!
Taking a dive she swooped low over the crowd, gliding almost too close for comfort. It sent gusts of wind across them, but could anyone begrudge her? The excitement and fervour that permeated the Weyr only amplified her hyper and excitable nature.
[sup]This is the dress she’s wearing, except daaaaaaaaark green with bright green/silver beading. To match Grith! :D http://dilshil.com/wedding/wp-content/up...Dress1.jpg[/sup]
Of course that didn’t mean she herself avoided the drinks, with a glass of sparkling wine clasped in her hand she was headed towards the central platform the performing harpers were gathered upon. She sipped at it, surprisingly delicately, her warm eyes rich with mirth as she watched B’jin tossing shots, both into his mouth and at his fellow harpers. Arriving at the platform she took a final sip and put the empty glass down beside a collection of bottles and glasses before reaching up to grab B’jin’s hand.
Her grasp was as firm as ever as she yanked him off the platform, spinning serenely and tucking his hand onto her waist before she placed hers on his shoulder. Whether he wanted to or not he was being pulled into a dance, her dress puffing out behind her as she curled against him.
“Singing is boring,” she purred. “Dance with me!” Because he definitely had a choice there.
Above the gather square Grith was performing her own dance, spiralling and swirling above them. For once her hide was perfectly clean, shimmering in fact with the oils Par’a had used on her. She glittered like a Gold when the light caught her hide, most likely because the oil had contained a liberal amount of glitter. She bugled and trilled, trying her best to match the harpers’ tunes but not really succeeding. It didn’t matter to her though, she was having fun!
Taking a dive she swooped low over the crowd, gliding almost too close for comfort. It sent gusts of wind across them, but could anyone begrudge her? The excitement and fervour that permeated the Weyr only amplified her hyper and excitable nature.
[sup]This is the dress she’s wearing, except daaaaaaaaark green with bright green/silver beading. To match Grith! :D http://dilshil.com/wedding/wp-content/up...Dress1.jpg[/sup]
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