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!
29.Jun.13, 04:16 AM
It had started a good day. Casa had been productive, and had even had time to snag a bubbly pie or three. After dinner, she helped clean dishes and prep for meals the next day before heading out to the open spaces of the weyr to wander around. After dinner was one of her favorite times to walk around and enjoy the fresh air when it wasn't raining; the weyr was large enough it was easy to find a quiet space to sit and relax. It was a pleasant evening, and she was looking forward to sit down somewhere and watching the stars.
However, it didn't seem that this was to be the case. Her good day very quickly was flipped on its head when she found one of the older weyrbrats picking on a little girl. Without a second thought, she stomped up to him, demanding he leave her alone. He had sneered at her, suggesting that she make him. Unfortunately for him, he didn't expect her to do just that. Dae snarled another warning at him, eyeing the girl and nodding to her to run. The bigger boy shoved the little one down, and then Casa lost it. She launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground.
After several minutes of wrestling around, she came out on top. The little girl had vanished, taking the opportunity to get away from her tormentors. However, Dae was not so lucky. She had left the boy with a black eye and several scratches down his arms, as well as having gotten in a good kick to his ribs. However, she hadn't gotten away without some punishment of her own - a long gash across her forehead was now bleeding freely, along with several bruises across her chest. Her back also hurt, and she felt like maybe there were scrapes and cuts along there too. She also found she could barely walk from where her ankle had twisted in the struggle. Shards. She left the older boy in a moaning mess, warning him to leave the little children alone, before she began to limp away, a thunderous expression on her face.
Shortly after, she began to regret the fight, if only for the pain she was in; the weyrfolk would not be pleased she had tangled with someone else, which more than likely meant a punishment down the line, but she didn't care about that. No one had the right to pick on a little kid. No One. After what seemed like a long walk up to the Healing Hall, she limped in and stood awkwardly at the door, the blood on her face starting to drip down onto her tunic and across her cheeks. This caused her to scowl further - now she would have to thoroughly scrub her worn down clothes. And to think, she had just wanted to see the stars...
However, it didn't seem that this was to be the case. Her good day very quickly was flipped on its head when she found one of the older weyrbrats picking on a little girl. Without a second thought, she stomped up to him, demanding he leave her alone. He had sneered at her, suggesting that she make him. Unfortunately for him, he didn't expect her to do just that. Dae snarled another warning at him, eyeing the girl and nodding to her to run. The bigger boy shoved the little one down, and then Casa lost it. She launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground.
After several minutes of wrestling around, she came out on top. The little girl had vanished, taking the opportunity to get away from her tormentors. However, Dae was not so lucky. She had left the boy with a black eye and several scratches down his arms, as well as having gotten in a good kick to his ribs. However, she hadn't gotten away without some punishment of her own - a long gash across her forehead was now bleeding freely, along with several bruises across her chest. Her back also hurt, and she felt like maybe there were scrapes and cuts along there too. She also found she could barely walk from where her ankle had twisted in the struggle. Shards. She left the older boy in a moaning mess, warning him to leave the little children alone, before she began to limp away, a thunderous expression on her face.
Shortly after, she began to regret the fight, if only for the pain she was in; the weyrfolk would not be pleased she had tangled with someone else, which more than likely meant a punishment down the line, but she didn't care about that. No one had the right to pick on a little kid. No One. After what seemed like a long walk up to the Healing Hall, she limped in and stood awkwardly at the door, the blood on her face starting to drip down onto her tunic and across her cheeks. This caused her to scowl further - now she would have to thoroughly scrub her worn down clothes. And to think, she had just wanted to see the stars...
