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!
11.Feb.12, 03:59 AM
Kuminari felt her eyebrows raise as she stared down at Lymsleia, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement as she flicked her head, and her arms unfolded so her hands rested lightly on her small hips. The younger girl really thought Kuminari was afraid of her own body? A laugh escaped the redhead's lips, the sound low and scornful as she stepped lightly away from the other girl. So, because Kuminari wore make up and refused to flaunt her body before any who may be close by, she was afraid of it?
"You know nothing of me," Kuminari snapped, irritation warring against disbelief. The older woman didn't know what to think of such a ridiculous claim. Kuminari was more than comfortable with her body, and took a great deal of pride in it. The fact that her carefully chosen clothing - which was designed to accentuated her build with carefully crafted details, - and her delicately applied make up made Lymsleia not only believe she was uncomfortable with her body, but also that she knew her, blew Kuminari's mind. Where did this girl come up with such things?
Kuminari didn't so much as flinch as Lymsleia came strutting up out of the river towards her; her hazelnut eyes did a lazy, unimpressed sweep of the younger girl's body before returning to meet Lymsleia's gaze, her expression bored. "Yay," she drawled, as Lymsleia took a seat. That was her Weyr-ly duties done then, right? She'd made sure the silly healer hadn't drowned herself in the river and now she could head back. She did want to get back in before it got too much darker, so she could wrap up her evening routine and go to bed. A girl needs a good night's sleep.
The Intel-Harper's eyebrows rose under the cover of her fringe as Lymsleia continued her spiel and once more the young woman's arms crossed under her chest as she tilted her head and glared at the healer. "Contraceptives are against the new Weyr rules, as announced by the Weyrleader." Her tone was clipped, and clearly stated that she would be more than happy to tattle on the girl if she gave her any tiny reason. It was the Weyrleader's new demand that women have at least one child to add to the Weyr, which meant Lymsleia was going against his requests by asking why a young woman such as herself was not taking suck precautions. Kuminari tossed her head, flicking her hair back over her shoulders.
Gaving Lymsleia an irritated look, Kuminari shifted her weight slightly from one foot to the other while she decided whether or not to bother answering the young healer. "Lymsleia, Falen Hold. Journeywoman healer - Junior. You were reported missing by late 230. I expect you, like the others including myself, can now count yourself as 'deceased', as they did with those that disappeared in the late 220's." Giving Lymsleia a self satisfied look, the young woman brushed her hands down her summer slip and prepared to leave.
"You know nothing of me," Kuminari snapped, irritation warring against disbelief. The older woman didn't know what to think of such a ridiculous claim. Kuminari was more than comfortable with her body, and took a great deal of pride in it. The fact that her carefully chosen clothing - which was designed to accentuated her build with carefully crafted details, - and her delicately applied make up made Lymsleia not only believe she was uncomfortable with her body, but also that she knew her, blew Kuminari's mind. Where did this girl come up with such things?
Kuminari didn't so much as flinch as Lymsleia came strutting up out of the river towards her; her hazelnut eyes did a lazy, unimpressed sweep of the younger girl's body before returning to meet Lymsleia's gaze, her expression bored. "Yay," she drawled, as Lymsleia took a seat. That was her Weyr-ly duties done then, right? She'd made sure the silly healer hadn't drowned herself in the river and now she could head back. She did want to get back in before it got too much darker, so she could wrap up her evening routine and go to bed. A girl needs a good night's sleep.
The Intel-Harper's eyebrows rose under the cover of her fringe as Lymsleia continued her spiel and once more the young woman's arms crossed under her chest as she tilted her head and glared at the healer. "Contraceptives are against the new Weyr rules, as announced by the Weyrleader." Her tone was clipped, and clearly stated that she would be more than happy to tattle on the girl if she gave her any tiny reason. It was the Weyrleader's new demand that women have at least one child to add to the Weyr, which meant Lymsleia was going against his requests by asking why a young woman such as herself was not taking suck precautions. Kuminari tossed her head, flicking her hair back over her shoulders.
Gaving Lymsleia an irritated look, Kuminari shifted her weight slightly from one foot to the other while she decided whether or not to bother answering the young healer. "Lymsleia, Falen Hold. Journeywoman healer - Junior. You were reported missing by late 230. I expect you, like the others including myself, can now count yourself as 'deceased', as they did with those that disappeared in the late 220's." Giving Lymsleia a self satisfied look, the young woman brushed her hands down her summer slip and prepared to leave.
