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!
24.Apr.12, 01:06 AM
"That's the plan," he replied, speaking of delegation. He was pretty sure he could trust S'kef to run the entire Weyr if he really needed to. Tsuen, of course, would need to find a steady helper while she took maternity leave - and if D'ren had his way, she certainly would take maternity leave! He imagined she wouldn't want to, but it made D'ren sick top think of her overworking herself right after the birth of their child. At least they'd have the best healers around to keep her safe; between the dedicated midwife and the master, D'ren was certain no harm would actually come to Tsuen.
Certain, and yet he managed to worry about it nonetheless.
He finished off his glass and poured another. "I'm surprised by that, really. Larrikith is not the most patient dragon I've known," he said, his tone tinged with the same confused affection he felt for B'jin. Larrikith was a handful, but she was likable in her own way. She reminded D'ren of that greenrider spirit he found so charming. "That's good, though. It would be unfortunate if they didn't get along."
He envied B'jin's family. Like many things, though, that was something the bronzerider had long accepted wouldn't be part of his life. Until recently!
It put him in a positively happy mood. Within another fifteen minutes, he was suitably tipsy. He gabbed eagerly with B'jin about all manner of things, from children to gossip and everything in between. D'ren was content to let B'jin do 70% of the talking, and Ronarth another 10, for the dragon frequently chimed in, his grudge against B'jin gradually forgotten thanks to his bonded's good mood.
Things changed suddenly when leathery wingbeats were heard outside. Ronarth was displeased.
Oh, no! he projected to both men. Tyrrisath!
Be quiet, half-wit a calm and intolerably snide voice said to Ronarth, also brushing the very edges of B'jin's mind but passing right over the Weyrleader. Tyrrisath bespoke very few humans. His contact with B'jin could be counted on one hand. He was also typically polite and poised, but his passive insult was, in this case, calculated.
Ronarth quickly became so upset that his indignation distracted D'ren, who was already befuddled from drink. "Ronarth?!"
The door opened.
Certain, and yet he managed to worry about it nonetheless.
He finished off his glass and poured another. "I'm surprised by that, really. Larrikith is not the most patient dragon I've known," he said, his tone tinged with the same confused affection he felt for B'jin. Larrikith was a handful, but she was likable in her own way. She reminded D'ren of that greenrider spirit he found so charming. "That's good, though. It would be unfortunate if they didn't get along."
He envied B'jin's family. Like many things, though, that was something the bronzerider had long accepted wouldn't be part of his life. Until recently!
It put him in a positively happy mood. Within another fifteen minutes, he was suitably tipsy. He gabbed eagerly with B'jin about all manner of things, from children to gossip and everything in between. D'ren was content to let B'jin do 70% of the talking, and Ronarth another 10, for the dragon frequently chimed in, his grudge against B'jin gradually forgotten thanks to his bonded's good mood.
Things changed suddenly when leathery wingbeats were heard outside. Ronarth was displeased.
Oh, no! he projected to both men. Tyrrisath!
Be quiet, half-wit a calm and intolerably snide voice said to Ronarth, also brushing the very edges of B'jin's mind but passing right over the Weyrleader. Tyrrisath bespoke very few humans. His contact with B'jin could be counted on one hand. He was also typically polite and poised, but his passive insult was, in this case, calculated.
Ronarth quickly became so upset that his indignation distracted D'ren, who was already befuddled from drink. "Ronarth?!"
The door opened.
